(feat. Method Man, Saukrates, Streetlife)    [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  Cuz 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