Shaolin Worldwide(feat. Street Life)

Wu-Tang Clan

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    [Who's the knucklehead wantin respect? -- Ghostface]
    [sample repeats in background of Street's intro]

    [Intro: Street Life, (Method Man)]

    Yo, yo
    Never doubt the Life
    (EHHHH! YO!) Yo
    Who the fuck are you to criticize me?
    Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey
    Yo (respect, that's my word)

    [Street Life]
    Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen
    All my life I've been poverty stricken
    Always took what's mines, never was given
    a second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision
    You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin
    Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position
    Street juridictions, nigga, no restriction
    Concrete composition for emcee's in submission
    Special edition crash course mission
    Push through like the task force and crush all competition
    See you from a distance, dry snitchin, whisperin
    Greet your man posted up like two little bitches
    When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches
    Or find yourself with Del, sleepin with the fishes
    I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas
    I can't stand the bid when it's all in my business
    Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted
    I get lifted, I just shoot somethin from hot buscuit
    These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district
    Leave no finger prints and no survivin witness

    [Chorus: Method Man]

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    Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
    (Yo, yo Math!)
    It's them kids from the otherside Shaolin Worldwide
    Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to
    Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
    Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
    Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
    Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
    Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!

    [Inspectah Deck]
    Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana
    Ninja coma, pirahnas crack teeth on my armor
    Scadalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda
    Death before dishonor, snake charmer, persona of one who makes drama
    Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin a revolver in my Parker
    Bombin unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder
    Fear the bow of the silent archer
    Sure shotter, pass the rock to your starter
    Poison darter, news photographers document the horror
    While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda
    Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic's for top dollar
    Your highnes, the crowd hollar
    Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma
    Crowd sponser, hotter than Bahama steam saunas
    The Rebel of opera, popped off the choclate and the ?gosha?
    Monster truck crush you imposters

    [Chorus: Method Man]

    Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
    It's them kids from the otherside Shaolin Worldwide
    I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to
    Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
    Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
    Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
    Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
    Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!

    [Method Man]
    I'm the four mic emcee with five mic potential
    Overlooked cuz y'all can't understand what I been thru
    You ain't got to love me, or even pretend to
    Actin like the street, they ain't got no street credentials
    Crack villians, raps be killin instrumentals
    The caps pealin and slap a feelin out ya dental
    Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials
    Up shit's creek lookin for some more shit to get into
    Got the Clan jewels as I continue
    to serve you everythin on that's on the menu
    with Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man told you Wake Up?
    My nigga smell the coffee, I'm too hardcore to kill softly
    Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me
    The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me
    Shaolin What? Don't get it fucked up and cross me
    Rappers gettin stuck for actin stuck up and flossy
    Say it ain't so! Bust the callico
    Rap from the Island called Stat', here we go

    [Chorus: Method Man]

    Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide
    It's them kids from the otherside Shaolin Worldwide
    Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to
    Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.
    Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go
    Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go
    Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go
    Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!

    [wantin respect--wantin respect -- Ghostface]
    [Who's the knucklehead wantin respect? -- Ghostface]
    [wantin respect--wantin respect -- Ghostface]
    [wantin respect, sharpest niggas in the... -- Ghostface]

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