Another Winter

By Method Man

On The Meth Lab

Released on August 21, 2015

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[Intro: Streetlife]

Quick to pop off let a couple shots off

Leave ‘em bleeding out with his shoes & his socks off


[Verse 1: Streetlife]

War dancing. I ain’t trying to make it rain though

You slow gassing. I’ll leave you brain on your Durango

First classmen, old school with the Kangol

Thug passion, that pussy juice like a mango

Hulk smashing, make it jump like everlasting

God body Ramadan, 30 day fasting

Six two brown skin fellow with the Caesar fade

360 waves, side burns with a little graze

I remain relevant; I’m a raw element

High street intelligent. Product of my tenement

Son of Anarchy, smoking that Bob Marley

La la la be killing these niggas slowly

Wake up, smell the coffee, sleep on the street is costly

Pay attention to the warning signs, don’t cross me

Give ‘em hypertention. That niggas is getting salty

I’m quick to pop off back the fuck up off me


[Chorus: Carlton Fisk]

Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla

Mr. Streetlife show you what that heat like


[Chorus: Hanz On]

Hanz on yo we handle them Berettas PLO

Yo its forever, bout to show 'em what it be’s like


[Chorus: Method Man]

Method man, turn a dollar to a million

Killa bees we in the building

Making sure the children eat right eat right

In the building make sure the babies eat right


[Chorus: Hanz On]

In the building make sure the babies eat right


[Verse 2: Carlton Fisk]

Black scenery white chalk yellow tape

Carlo got a bullet proof wallet, bitch in every state

Light that smoke that animals ferocious

Dealing with the boss mentality really focus

Tailor made linen & loafers, louie emblems

Problems on the street my lieutenant quickly attending them

Carlito ways, brown bag money

In the book of life you can’t get stuck to one page

All in together now, chinchilla bullet proof

Hoodies for any sign of winter war weather

And daddy gonna get that cash so clever

And Meth push the button my hands all on the trigger

And they thought I rot in jail, like go figure

If I laid down dead in the street you going too nigga

And this is raw kicking out your door start to scream out loud

Carlton Fisk back for more


[Chorus: Carlton Fisk]

Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla

Mr. Streetlife show you what that heat like


[Chorus: Hanz On]

Hanz on yo we handle them Berettas PLO

Yo its forever, bout to show 'em what it be’s like


[Chorus: Method Man]

Method man, turn a dollar to a million

Killa bees we in the building

Making sure the children eat right eat right

In the building make sure the babies eat right


[Chorus: Hanz On]

In the building make sure the babies eat right


[Verse 3: Method Man]

Now whoever read me wrong, can start by reading my palm

Make me catch a flashback of my father beating my mom

Kiss the ring, (hashtag) ain’t easy being a don

So I gotta carry the heat, ain't easy being LeBron

This is past rap, but I ain’t pass the baton

Tell them rappers bypass it or get to passing it on

I won’t take it passed that, even if I pass it I’m gone

Better yet, scratch that, ya’ll don’t get a pass then it’s on

We Hanz On, everybody watchin the Don

Got their eyes on the kid when they should be watchin their own

Telling lies on the kid, they said he’s not in a zone

Said he never reach the top, but that ain’t stop him from going

They already on, so hungry his ribs are showin

The money is getting low, the bum niggas is on

55 Bowen

These adolescents is grown

When they get the Smith & Wesson they adolescence is gone


[Chorus: Carlton Fisk]

Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla

Mr. Streetlife show you what that heat like


[Chorus: Hanz On]

Hanz on yo we handle them Berettas PLO

Yo its forever, bout to show 'em what it be’s like


[Chorus: Method Man]

Method man, turn a dollar to a million

Killa bees we in the building

Making sure the children eat right eat right

In the building make sure the babies eat right


[Chorus: Hanz On]

In the building make sure the babies eat right