[Intro]

Dropped out of school early so I can get me some paper

That's a good book, I don't mind you gettin' knowledge about the game, ya dog

[?] young girl fool you, ya dig

Trick you out your cheque

'Cause the game can be detrimental to you, boy

[Verse 1: Streetlife & Method Man]

I Silver Surf the city circuits

Forever lurkin' on the street surface

I spit blood for blood verses

Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land

One man'll body slam Def Jam

Focus your headcam zoom in, with radio tunin'

I know you're listenin', so I keep showin' and provin'

Play the sideline, waitin' for the right time to take mine

Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme

Fuck a peace talk, let the gun spark, on the streets of New York

I Shaolin Strut through the city asphault (FED UP!)

Hold your head up, I'm circlin' the block, keep your eyes up

Wise up, before you get sized up (TIED UP!)

Play no games, speakin on my name, you catch a clipful

From close range, diggin' in your pocket, take the loose change

Punch the data in your mainframe, you want it all

I want the same thang, strive to maintain, live out my name

Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't nothin' changed

Leave the same way I came, bringin' motherfuckin' pain

[Chorus: Streetlife & Method Man]

Killa Hill Projects, high-tech street intellect

Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check

Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound

Ashes to ashes, y'all niggas goin down

[Verse 2: Method Man & Streetlife]

Yo... eat shit and die slow, battle ground, no survival

You goin' down, y'all niggas fuck around

Shittin' where you sleepin', so my rhyme proposal came indecent

Beef from the butcher, sink your teeth in

Fuck what you believe in, you real fake, fishin' in the same lake

Eatin' off the same cake, you blowface

Who got that ready-cooked, synthetic look, actin' crook

Betty-shook worm, tryna shake the hook, as the world turn?

Nigga burn, once again the Super Sperm

Rub it in your skin, like it's Lubriderm, time took to write this

The war will be fought by the righteous

Who stand criticized, by his un-A-alike-ness

Knowledge is the jewel, and it's priceless

Real like them Rahway Lifers, nothin' but time on my hands

Observe the black sands in the hourglass, fallin' fast

In this savage land, haulin' ass, Days of Thunder

It's road rad, your days are numbered

What RZA put together, let no man tear asunder (Motherfucker)

This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow, but you don't hear me though

Live in stereo, pump it loud until your speaker blow

Ghett-eo slang pro, sling rap to cashflow

Keep it live from the intro until the outro

[Chorus: Streetlife & Method Man]

Killa Hill Projects, high-tech street intellect

Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check

Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound

Ashes to ashes, y'all niggas goin' down

[Verse 3: Streetlife]

My dick! (My dick!)

I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggas know the outcome

Razor sharp tongue, leave scars in your eardrum

Forty-five bar seminar, ghetto rap star

Slide like water rats through the Staten Reservoir

Swingin' swords, cut your mic cords, snatch your rap awards

Commercial cats, fuckin' up the game, that's why I crash boards

Drape floors while you Jordan, keep on tryin' yours

Hardcore, somethin' that my street niggas is dyin' for

[Verse 4: Method Man]

Snap your neck and the dope fiend, Golgo 13

Professionals, we know things, say no more

Check my Dogs at the Reservoir, gourmet special of the day

Is nigga souflee, pusher gotta pay

And the games people play, John Jay back around the way

Fish fillet, Mr. DJ, turn it up a notch

Hit the replay, for dirt bomb niggas in the PJ

To cling-on, bring-on, the good times, to key-on

Hook rhymes that's be-yond, your thinkin', for eons

I been here, to shine on the Black mind

Tell you like the last time, year of the grimey nigga

Ragtime, bad sign, flatline...

[Outro]

It's easy to get into the game but once you get on top, can you stay there