Artist: Streetlife f/ Carlton Fisk, La Banga, Method Man Album: Not Jus Hip-Hop (S) Song: Not Jus Hip-Hop Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Method Man] Ah, haha, back again Fuck that, I got an ounce of weed and problems, nigga Get this shit off my chest one time, come on I spit a special like a .38 special, nigga Word up, man, I don't need to perpetrate to ya lame Fuck that, I'mma let the name speak for itself, yo Let's do it [Method Man] Yo, boss talk, I stay on my grizz, stating my biz I ain't, playing with this, they better stay in they cribs When this grown man is speaking on his, ya'll live to eat I'm eating to live, ain't none of my mines is eating the pig Ya'll see it is, just what it is, how soon some people quick to forget Who was the first man to spit it with B.I.G. See me leaning with this brick in my hand But if you see them Loose Linx, some lucky fan gon' lose they link in this jam Got this half of bag of stink in my pants, and first brother that front Is gon' get checked, like the first of the month I don't speak Dutch, but I'm certainly blunt I'm not the type of person to punk, so bump what you personally thump I let you know just how it is from the jump, music be getting me pumped Without the gimmicks or publicity stunts, uh-huh I live this life not, giving a fuck You either getting it or giving it up, nigga [Streetlife] I got blood vessels in my eyes, feel my temperature rise I might die tonight, it's not surprise I got a million ways to get rich, and I'm broke as shit That's why I keeps a full clip on the hip Non descript niggas get got, fuck hip-hop Had niggas running, hopping out they flip flips When opportunity presents itself I represent myself, do my dirt for delf No need for assistance, my basic instints React on impulse, keep your distance Confront all end jokes, don't direspect me Keep my name out your mouth, speak indirectly If you owe dough, come correctly, no shorts, no excuses Don't make my net's exclusive I do this for the love of the music, please don't confuse it Like I won't black out and lose it, stupid [Chorus: La Banga] We do this for cities, with every major hood block These niggas on this, ain't all about just hip hop Keep running your mouth like you wont get your shit rocked If you see that thing cock, you might see the thing pop [Carlton Fisk] The rumor was Carlton Fisk was out to lunch I'm in the booth, one to two takes, without the punch You can find me where the Predators hunt, I put the peddle to the metal And the metal to a head of a chump You can try me, see how swift it'll come, keep a out of town, hood rich Something nice, getting the ones Got her own whip, woodgrip, interior plush Did a bid, the first day home, remembered the rush Now I'm thinking life's a bitch, but I'm living with her Enough is enough, seek a beat, call it a touch It's a big world, in one way, it's small as a fuck If you snitch, for you a thousand deaths is never enough And I call it how I see it, it's well, but I'd rather see These shells hit your body up and see you in hell Was my main nigga til you lied to save yourself Watch them other homies gon' have to die in jail [La Banga] Yo, who suppose to stop La Banga from catching his wreck Especially if he's the recipient seeing the check Yo, I be open as a nigga in danger, leaving his neck Unprotected, keep it protected, Im fiending for wreck My ambition got me more than just prep, I feel it more and no less I'm head strong, big ego, hate stress, but love it Because it pushes the best, fuck defeat Why accept what happens in rap, if I won in the streets We love it, we hug it, sometimes, it don't hug us back We absorb all the bullshit, but dish it all back Like a pimp, in minister slacks, the flow is like a pace of crack When I'm stamping the track, putting in work Some are gangs, some will remain, and some gon' be hurt I'm trying to flow, constant as water, while splashing a verse The impact is like a slug, when it pass through your shirt That's what it is, it's only balance and preservation is first [Chorus]