Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man & Carlton Fisk] Hoes on the Verrazzano A-yo, the mad stola, ha-ha, word up Comin' live and direct (Live, direct), ladies and gentleman Introducin' (No doubt) P.L.O. style (Berriano) Buddha monks with the Owls (Owl, Owl, Owl), word up First up to fuck (Fuck!), my nigga Carlton Fisk, yeah [Verse 1: Carlton Fisk] Extortion, execution, brain pollution P.L.O. style intrusion, wild like child abuse when attackin' Those that pose [?] fatal blind sharp shit The mind's a mental capacity for my tragically Get mine, hook a crook, I blast the basslines Taste mine, cop and go, triple zero Clear back flow, hit tracks like grands to blow Or morphine cuts, dope fiends slash they wrists up And Shaolin, niggas is you with me? Throw your shit up And analyze the dangеrous sound, ever divide Thе iller P.L.O. sniper between your eyebrows, blaow! [Interlude: Method Man] Huh, how you like that shit now, uh-huh It's comin' at you, the mad stola, ha-ha (No doubt) Next up to fuck, Streetlife, break 'em [Verse 2: Streetlife] Cross these enemy lines and get blind When I flash the nickel plated Nine, have a blast You was last on the drop, got your knot rock shooken Got your block tooken, men locked down in Brooklyn House, facilities with multiple injuries The penalty is death, fuckin' with my family I intervene the scene, quick To set it like I'm all before the cream and reimburse my team P.L.O. style strippin' MC's off they religion And leavin' 'em mental midgets when I be rippin' Rappin' live from the Killer Hill section No question, there's no medicine for my infection Emergency, niggas is dead right on the murder scene Conspiracy hit the dread up for the currency The conqueror, strictly headshots, there's no survival P.L.O., MC's is dead on our arrival Indicted, repeat felon, convicted of a life sentence A drug-dealin', bomb shellin' I fight for territories like a terrorist Yo who the hell is this? Facin' the ultimate apocalypse Streetlife nigga [Verse 3: Inspectah Deck] Yeah, yeah, it be the rebel I in the cut, on some Shaolin what This is how we do, I got my nigga loungin' too, a-yo, a-yo I set the mic in flames, my name's INS the Rebel Murder one style, smash my stakes to pebbles Mental terrorist, specialist at this Menacin' lyricist leave crews defenseless Hand designed landmines that go off like Nines To paralyze everythin', ears ring like door chimes Heads start to turn like police who pass Hear the blast, my crew rush through like tear gas Fuck a mask, we lace the place like the marshalls Sparkle like diamonds but harmful as car fumes Reckless rhymes start relentless, ruckus And fuck up the party for you payin' motherfuckers Once I commence for you ladies and gents I kick rhymes sharper than barbwire fence The live and direct from Killah Hill Projects Staten Island, New York, you can't help but to hawk Lay it on you gentle, that's if you want it hostile Sounds so underground, I write my rhymes on fossils Tools like this force me to get you open Lyrically wet you up until you soakin' Word life, we do it mega trife from the ill, the Hill Recognize the skill, yeah [Outro: Inspectah Deck] Inspectah Deck's on the set Streetlife, Johnny Blaze, Carlton Fisk My street family stays together, always and forever