Crooked Letter I Lyrics - Method Man

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 AC and OJ 

(That niggaz crazy!) 

I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a loose link 

I carrys the heaterz, always 

Small timers, get left for dead in the hallways 

That ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead 

(Me and my Co-Ds about to OD) 

Let me proceed 

I'm that OG, you're not in my league 

(You know my steez) 

I put the smackdown, on you killer clown MCs 

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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? 

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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 doe, 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, yea, 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 die 

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 

I 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 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? 

Homicide housing, loose linx 

Carlton fisk, DC, rest in peace 

To the million dollar kid Y 

SI, NY, 10304 

Sick eyes, size 7 

Big nut, what up? 

Big up to denaun, good lookin' on the track, nigga 

Matter fact, I'm a call Staten island the tri-borough, now on 

'Cuz we'll try any fuckin' thing 

Homicide housing 

Fuck y'all