Suspect Chin Music Lyrics by Method Man

Suspect Chin Music Lyrics

    [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

    [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

    [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 I'ma 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

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