Suspect Chin Music Lyrics - Tical 2000 Judgementday - Method Man

[Method Man] 

Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas 

send niggas back to go, try again niggas 

all hail me, the good the bag the ugily 

the money's around your way, lovely 

where for art thou Meth-tical god-child 

I pack a smile like crocidile profile 

can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now 

spin around let your whole crown man down, man down 

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[Street Life] 

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 there's a million other niggas with the same thirst 

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[Method Man] 

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 can't come, ha 

make this one the anthem 

ring around the rosie 

pocket full of Grants, uh 

[Street Life] 

Just because you wild in the club you ain't thug 

sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug 

tattoos and hard screws don't make you thug 

sucker for love catch a slug, nigga 

[Method Man] 

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 

[Street Life] 

Carry your eyes and avoid spots 

cellblocks rap blow you for your slide(?) 

time what you got's 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 

[Method Man] 

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 should've told ya 

[Street Life] 

Million dollar ice on your wrist don't make you thug 

cause a bitch is sucking your dick on your skit you ain't thug 

bandanas and bad grammer don't make you thug 

sucker for love catching slugs nigga 

[Method Man] 

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 

[Street Life] 

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 y'all niggas half-baked 

[Method Man] 

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 

y'all niggas playing with this money while we stay hungry 

and kept it pudgy it won't 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 

[Street Life] 

Just because you wild in the clup you ain't thug 

sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug 

tattoos and hard screws you ain't thug 

real thugs runnin' with hate and smash love