[Verse 1: Method Man]

[Instrumental: The Game - Red Nation ft. Lil' Wayne]

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Uh! (X2)

Meth, Check the verse, no curses, Yo

Listen

Still living by the code

Too many pretty women still living by the...

Yo, Yo

Haha yeah, yeah, here we go

No curses, yo, check the joint!

I'm just trynna get a mill

When I started rhymin' wasn't trynna get a deal

I was trynna get a feel

Homicide housing, bodies lyin' in the hill

Man ain't nothing worth me dying in the field

Especially when I'm trynna pay the bills

A lot of y'all relying on the steel

And see the court denying your appeal

If y'all don't know nothing, you better know it's real

If it works like a workshop, better know the drill

I'm past childish games

Y'all just trynna take me outta my game

And call my black women outta their name

I'm serious, they're out of my brain

Understand that my slang's

Fast and furious, they're out of my lane

Boy I'm hot, kids be calling me blaze

In the industry I'm not, they be calling me slave

I ain't trynna burn the spot, but I'm set in my ways

I'm just a product of the block, and the city I'm raised, Aha

I'm still living by the code

Too many pretty women still living by the strode

Daddy pimping 'em for doe

Early in the morning cops kicking in the do'

Man I think somebody snitching on the low

I caught my father sniffing on that snow

That's when he try to tell me things are different than befo'

Kids don't listen any mo', that's for sho'

We used to ask permission from our folks

Ain't no food up in the kitchen cause we broke

And I ain't trynna miss another meal

Cause love will get you killed

And if it don't, your baby mother will

But y'all ain't recognizing that it's real

Until that undercover pull a shield

And now it's kinda late to cut a deal

So I ain't gotta tell you how I feel

Why I'm trynna keep my pockets stuffed with hundred dollar bills

I should'a went to school and got a skill

But it wasn't in my future so I steal

That's why I got this Ruger in your grill