A Star is Born - Method Man/Inspectah Deck
(Intro Streetlife)
Do this do this damn thing yo
Ohhhh yeah I waited a long time for this
Word cock back that sh*t yeah greatness
Ohhhh come on come on come on come on
Come on come on come on come on
(Streetlife)
This is rap bizarre another star in the making
Took lots of patience deep concentration
Sat back analyze your M C S mistakes and
Realize most of yall rap cats is fakin
Like yall is serial killers and ain't murderin nathan
Funk Flex pump this in heavy rotation
Place your bet whose the next rap sensation
Mobilize regulate a whole generation
F**k what ya heard this is Street Education
Pluckin at your nerve like a stab wound patient
I feed blatent styles still flagrant
Catch me on Rap City loungin in the basement
Style still gritty double dart agent
I master the art check my rap pages
They stab you in the back who that Smiling faces
That's why I carry the gat in foreign places
Rap bizarre another star in the making (ohhhh)
Keep faking get your seat taken (ohhhh)
Yo inhale this paraphanel dart from jail
It's P L O see me up north in your cell
Plug your cherry rich glock in hell find your way out
Tunnel vision like we emburk fight my way out
Niggaz can't stop me five seven seven tips probably
Serving me enter my building lobby
Police recording me yo I got ID
So on point pass you a holder with three felonies
Verrazano horizontal move first that gave him rules
Niggaz can't f**k with P L O for real
All that sh*t sound slick but let's be for real
You a faggot life ni**a that just caught a birth
I'm the raw suspect that'll tuck your eighth
Pistol whip you in the face make you crack the safe
Man you can front all you want on cds and mixtapes
P L O Style niggaz had to earn they name
This is Shaolin what Niggaz grab your nuts
Strut rock to what I conduct
After this verse I might self destruct
Short fuse overheating blow the f**k up
Where my ladies at What up Wanna f**k
No disrespect got a love jones for sluts
Big bag of dud Deck burn a Dutch
Fiends control your lust look but don't touch
Still Wu keep the God-U tucked under the gut
Rap lust my flow is spectaculaus
Niggaz doubt my skill like I ain't real enough
F**k what you feel that's why you still baggin' up
It be those niggaz you know that be actin up
That's why my attitude's corrupt and don't give a f**k
Fans rush the bus to get star struck
I'm that same road he's just loungin in cut
(Outro Inspectah Deck Streetlife)
Word up word up Streetlife Size
Get ya sh*t taken on the spot
Rebel I (word up be on starter)
WuTang Killa Beez ni**a (who request that)
Forever (word up ohhhhh)
Yo pass that bone (you know how we do)
(Word up Killa Hills Shaolin Shaolin ohhhh)
