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So Staten

Method Man

The Meth Lab

2015

Yo, I've been Staten Island since eighty-five
My thing was rapping, ain't get a package 'til eighty- nine
That trick jacket, that bomber cracking

to bae and tell her no one can tamper with us
My shit is fire - intense
Ain't no one camping with us
Bill a check, how I address it won't give a stamp for

(skrrrrrrrrrr) hundred round drum, more fire
I keep it on my jit, he got no priors
God bless the niggas doing
Twenty over crack sales
Human Made hoodie, jacket

Foreign copping
Somewhere private
Off the island
You cant stop me
Moving godly
Moving godly
I been low key popping
Foreign copping
Somewhere private
Off

zip lock and them digits
Caught us a sale
This spot still in business, this box go to Memphis
Benz drive to Virginia, Baltimore quarter shipment
Dc

going?
On island
She like where you going?
I'm on fire
Smoke hulk hogan
I'm her ex men
Just like Logan
Shorty bad and her friend
I need both of them

What You Getting Into

Method Man

The Meth Lab

2015

shorty get the rental
We going cross the bridge, we heading up town
Cop a couple hundred grams, bring it back make it triple
Stop at the smoke shop, cop

Praying she don’t take a loss
She sale her business to public
Look her in her eyes
So she can start to trust it
I know it’s a new venture
She probably

island is a dream.
Get paid by the day then get high by the beach
Like trial by fire order. Violent, serene
I’m just tryna make a boat then I’ll try

and get fat, nigga (fat)

Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa

I got these sticks in the rental
This bitch in the car and she too sentimental
I got my dawg

War

Ghostface Killah

Put It on the Line [DualDisc]

2005

screaming, nobody seen him by the store
Beanie and Jamal, freaking on the lawn
Told me, if they get you, call Ruck with the rental
My mental went rushing,

the rental
Now he northbound
And once he touchdown with them bands
Man it's goin' down
He hit the dentist puttin' every
Dime in his mouth
I might need

Pencil
Spliff In 
My dentals/
My Temple 
Gimme my Throne 
Your’s was a 
Rental/ 

I been to 
Tip Of the edge 
Look what 
I been 
Threw/
N came back
N I’m

I'm lyin' (yeah), on the sofa
If it wasn't for hell's fire as a youth
You'd know I'd be fryin' (uh), when I was older
But the devil met his quota, I

Counting no sheep, Bo Peep, nosebleed
Dead from my toes to those faux gold teeth
Make a lake of fire and paper boat meet
It'll float with little old,

Yea
Come and ride with me
You gotta start on the hound 
You gotta start with these
Touchdown in a rental 
Naw!! We don’t run with the feens
Everything

on a little like Osama with a bomb under the bin
And down the middle of the Pentagon
And hit a kindergartener with a rental (stop!)
Back and forth, back

Sorry j'ai b'soin d'être seul ou sous Long Island
Sans rire j'sais pas c'que j'f'rai si la médaille manque
Les portes sont fermées dès qu'le doute

lies
Nobody tries
It's Just you and fire
Now It's down to the wire
The game came down to the liars
These niggas talking but who do they inspire
I'm bout

Ya (yo)

Got the island feelin' full of life (uh)
I got everyone here (I got everyone here)
Got my eyes set on a bigger prize (uh)
Work is never

tryna eat tho
(Yea)
Could you lemme have some peace, and you might get a piece if you let a nigga beat tho
(No no)
Ain't free no
Everything is for sale

the islands
She gone roll my weed, now we lounging, I ain't buy her shit now she pouting, damn
Sorry boo I'm not tricking on it, but I might spill a liquor for

Ain't got an island but skulls I will smash
Don't fuck with fam, we furious and fast
Soup's on! And the sale's are great
Can't get the jump - man you fool

That's what he's used too...
This that "fire flow"
You should retire bro
But naw he does cuz he wants to...

This that "shouldn't smoke"
This that "burnt