Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Suspect Chin Music, artist - Method Man. Date of issue: 10.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |