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 - Композиторы:
 - Smith
 - Clifford / Porter
 - Denaun M. / Coyle
 - Patrick Charles
 
- Жанры:
 - Hip-Hop
 
- Теги:
 - rap
 
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Method Man - Текст песни Crooked Letter I
Ooh
 We have returned
 Yeah, show you how to flow again
 (Show you how to flow again)
 It's the rap rule again
 Yo, yo
 Street, Meth, we ride like A.C. and O.J., y'all niggaz crazy
 I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a Loose Link
 I carry's the Heaterz, always
 Small timers, get left for dead in the hallways
 It's that ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead
 Me and my Co-D's, about to O.D., let me proceed
 I'm that O.G., you're not in my league, you know my steez
 I put the smackdown, on you killer clown M.C.'s
 I rock for all my niggaz, I rock for all my niggaz
 That's why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here
 Stat' Land, crooked letter is I, we back, man
 Harder than a dick on Viagra gettin' a lap dance
 Hittin' like a back hand, I slap y'all kids
 As if we in a game of spades, and y'all renig'
 John Blaze, not the clothing, 'cuz some of that is slum
 Son, I'm already knowin', cut they jeans mad young
 In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
 Shit, every man fights to stay alive
 In the crooked letter I, you should not try
 Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why
 In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
 Shit, every man fights to stay alive
 In the crooked letter I, you should not try
 Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why
 Stingy with my dough, even stingier with dojia'
 Told y'all, you'll never go broke, long as I yo'ya
 Maintain your composure, or party over
 For stank bitches, who get it, twisted like yoga
 Holla for a dollar, yeah, and y'all ain't gotta go home
 But y'all gotta get the fuck outta here
 Who stay Lo like Jennifer, won't see me a lot
 But when you see Vivica, tell her she a fox
 We rollin', big truck, sittin' on chrome, twistin' a bone
 Talkin' to a bird on the bat phone
 Zonin', out the area, roamin'
 The closest you could come to my style, maybe, is clonin'
 The omen, I'm warnin' you now, niggaz is holdin'
 Run up, watch me put one up in your colon
 Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin'
 Lambchop niggaz is sheep in wolf clothing
 In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
 Shit, every man fights to stay alive
 In the crooked letter I, you should not try
 Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why
 In the crooked letter I, it's do or dieMethod Man - Crooked Letter I - http://ru.motolyrics.com/method-man/crooked-letter-i-lyrics.html
 Shit, every man fights to stay alive
 In the crooked letter I, you should not try
 Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why
 Beware, danger, shoot off your flares
 Warn all your dogs, tell 'em we here
 The Stat', we don't bust our guns in the air
 Never that, y'all don't come out 'til the coast is clear
 Who you suppose to fear, Street, I fears no one
 You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun
 When I start lettin' off, niggaz is jettin' off
 You straight chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth
 Double O, 3, long time no see
 Who mind parts seas, and cause blind to see
 Some think this industry is just all rhyme and G
 Then he make it to the door, and he can't find the key
 Don't know what it be, to make y'all follow my lead
 Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed
 If rap wasn't rap no more, what would it be
 I don't know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the weed
 That's that shit
 In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
 Shit, every man fights to stay alive
 In the crooked letter I, you should not try
 Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why
 In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
 (Homicide Housing)
 Shit, every man fights to stay alive
 (Loose Linx)
 In the crooked letter I, you should not try
 (Carlton Fisk, D.C.)
 Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why
 (Rest in peace to the Million Dollar Kid, Y)
 In the crooked letter I
 (S.I., N.Y., 10304)
 (Sick eyes, size 7)
 In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
 Shit, every man fights to stay alive
 (Big Nut, what up)
 In the crooked letter I, you should not try
 (Big up to Denaun)
 Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why
 (Good lookin' on the track, nigga)
 In the crooked letter I, it's do or die
 (Matter fact)
 Shit, every man fights to stay alive
 (I'mma call Staten Island the tri-borough)
 In the crooked letter I, you should not try
 (Now on 'cuz we'll try any fuckin' thing)
 Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why
 (Homicide Housing)
 In the crooked letter I
 (Fuck y'all)














