[Streetlife]   Yo, I know the streets is watchin'   Dirty date niggas caught blockin' or glockin'   Waitin' for my down four street got options   Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay rockin'   All emcee's falled when I heard the albums droppin'   Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap concoction   Rap's in a state of emergency, it's shockin'   I produce joints that loosen up the socket   Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit   Bang your head to this, pump your fist if your feelin' it   Ride the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it   This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? (You)   Who the ultimate? (Wu)   Stay commited, sold my soul to this rap shit   Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quick   I roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuits   And grab my dick and flick it, get the picture      [Redman]   Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the front   So hard the airbags use nasal pumps   Jump out, cock the shoti (Rasie em up)   I stomp holes if the ground aint paved enough   Inform the former the first step was a warm-up   The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was   Chikens that'll run in, burn the barn up   Shots'll tear Sean John and Phat Farm up   I never gotta Soul Train award   Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all   Never, trick a bitch car payment off   Im a orangatang when the chain is off   Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask   Leavin' stains of blood on your Rolie Glass   When im in your hood nigga throw me bags      [Method Man]   Lets trick the night fantastic   Im flexable, they used to call me plastic   These big butt bitches get they ass kicked   It is what it is, shittin' on y'all kids   Couldn't live where we live   I can't be defeated like nobody used to wizz   Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids   Right? You know the clan and you know the fuckin' man   Meth rock a mic without a kickstand   Two blunts, and razors in his wristband   Slap you and your bitch man   Lookin' in your lobby, call me stick-man   When it's goin' down, call me quicksand   Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston   And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant   For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be flexin'   As hard as my erection, kid learn your lesson   'cause what if I decide to start testin' the joint in the muthafuckin session?      [Saukrates]   Let a nigga get into it   Lubricate y'all veins with your "Do-It" fluid   I Einstein these rymes, spit these thangs to prove it   Cross with the mac, in fact my games are truest   Now im on the highway, doing it my way   With Street the legal, Meth, Roc, and Doc friday   Performin' like the weather was warm   And drop heat on the streets through zero degree storms   And keep the ghetto, pop your metal   Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow   The addiction, aint no friction   I got them rap heads fillin' out a prescription   With diciton, they in thick, when I put fire to the stakes   And burn the arch, like a iron to your face   These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear   Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the button