Lyrics Suspect Chin Music - Method Man, Streetlife

Suspect Chin Music

Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
All hail me, the good the bag the ugily
The moneys around your way, lovely
Where for art thou meth-tical god-child
I pack a smile like crocidile profile
Cant hold it down?
oh the shit gon hit the fan now
Spin around let your whole crown man down, man down
I live by the street code never old
Never love a hoe, never flash the dough
Cause you never know who friend or foe
Got block control solid gold thought
Before the blow lets stroll through the ghetto
Habitat with no parole
Never snitch switch which
Keep a fresh pair of kicks
Split the tongue snatch the weed
In case the cops wanna strip search
Think first prepare for the worst
When you do dirt
Remember theres a million other niggas with the same thirst
No doubt dummy out
Bets pull the money out
Niggas walk a funny route
This is what its all about?
Young guns and dum-dums
Slum bums and sons
Askin niggas where they come from
Get him for his one, um Sunshine, its crunch time
Stranded on the front line
Ducking from the one-time
Niggas on the run, where the cameras cant come, ha Make this one the anthem
Ring around the rosie
Pocket full of grants, uh Just because you wild in the club you aint thug
Sport gloves and gold mugs you aint thug
Tattoos and hard screws dont make you thug
Sucker for love catch a slug, nigga
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
Shotgun slammin in your chestpeice, blaow
Shotgun slammin in your chestpeice, blaow
Carry your eyes and avoid spots
Cellblocks rap blow you for your slide (?)
Time what you gots mine
We can take it to the yellow lines and we can pull nine
Whether the rhyme or the crime ima still shine
Heavy on the street talk cut your life support short
Never had no love for you so there is no love lost
Strictly enforced by the street stories get double crossed
Hands off I run with the torch
They got me fed up from the head up Put up or shut up On stage in them shiny get-up
These niggas is funny
Energizer bunny actors
They hustle backwards
Son I think they gay rappers
Say word, drop some stature
Dog splash ya, party crash ya The spell casta
Heard the same before and after its over
Flood get your brain end the game, done its over
End of the line out of time bitch its over
On the wrong street with no heat he was sober
We soldiers somebody shouldve told ya Million dollar ice on your wrist dont make you thug
Cause a bitch is sucking your dick on your skit you aint thug
Bandanas and bad grammer dont make you thug
Sucker for love catching slugs nigga
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
Shotgun slammin in your chestpeice, blaow
Shotgun slammin in your chestpeice, blaow
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
Shotgun slammin in your chestpeice, blaow
Shotgun slammin in your chestpeice, blaow
With the w burning through your flesh
Verbally possesed never second guess
Blow minds like david koresh
Fuck a vest you need a gun to protect your assets
Deep in the aztecs break out before the sun set
Street wars gimme yours crime is what I live for
Got rhymes galore next time its at the wu store
If you sleep late, next date is at the cest gate
All you sober mcs, I leave yall niggas half-baked
Microphone is in a choke hold
Losin control bringing drama by the boatload
It takes drama
In the pillage now of cappadonna
My split persona hit their village and their baby mama
Yall niggas playing with this money while we stay hungry
And kept it pudgy it wont make me have to crash, dummy
Before its over
You should keep your chain tucked in And should never run your mouth with a suspect chin
Now lay it down
Just because you wild in the clup you aint thug
Sport gloves and gold mugs you aint thug
Tattoos and hard screws you aint thug
Real thugs runnin with hate and smash love