Lyrics

[Intro: Mathematics scratching Ghostface Killah sample] "Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?" {*sample repeats in background of Street's intro*} [Intro: Streetlife, (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) [Verse 1: Streetlife] 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 a rap sheet of bad decisions You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin' Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position Street jurisdictions, nigga, no restriction Concrete composition put emcees in submission Special edition, crash course mission Push through like the task force and crush all competition Speak to you from a distance, dry snitchin', whisperin'– To your man, posted up like two little bitches Where you get the heart? Step live or catch stitches Or find yourself for delf, sleepin' with the fishes I got no love for fans that's fake-ass niggas I can't stand a bib-wearer that's it's all in my business Wu-Tang forever and a day, don't get it twisted Or get lifted out your shoes, served from hot biscuits We're street kids, we can't lose, we terrorize your district Leave no fingerprints and no survivin' witness [Chorus: Method Man] Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide (Yo, yo Math!) It's them kids from the otherside ("Shaolin!") Worldwide Street Life – homicide Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide, fool, 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 BO'! [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese katana Ninja karma, piranhas crack teeth on my armor Scandalous, I ran CONTRA-bomber Conquer like rebels in Rwanda Death before dishonor, snake charmer Persona of one who makes drama 'Godfather 4' type saga Tuckin' a revolver in my parka Foreigner, prepare for departure Mic carver, 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 in the aqua blue Honda Honor roll scholar, rockwilder grip mics for top dollar "Your highness," the crowd holla Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma Crowd sponsor, hotter than Bahamas steam saunas The Rebel of the opera, rocked off the chocolate and the Garcia 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. – homicide Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide, fool, 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 BO'! [Verse 3: Method Man] I'm the 4 mic emcee with 5 mic potential Overlooked, 'cause y'all can't understand what I've been through You ain't got to love me, or even pretend to Actin' like they street, and they ain't got no street credentials Track villains, raps be killin' instrumentals They catch feelings and slap a filling out ya dental Underground sound, for ghetto residentials Up shit's creek, lookin' for some more shit to get into Grab the Clan jewels as I continue (Uh huh) To serve you everythin' 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 Calico 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 – homicide Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide, fool, 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 son went BO'! [Outro: Mathematics scratching Ghostface Killah sample] "Wantin' respect--" "Wantin' respect--" "Who's the knucklehead wantin' respect?" "Wantin' respect--" "Wantin' respect--" "Wantin' respect-- sharpest niggas in the...--"