[00:00.301](Method Man)Eh yo, eh yo, eh yo, yo, yo, yo
[00:02.398]My son want his back, fuck that (my shine is beautiful)
[00:04.815]It's time right now, you know?
[00:06.447]It's like we ain't fuckin with no lame ass niggas no more
[00:09.249]Bein bullshit by bullshit niggas (for real)
[00:11.304]Am I my brother's keeper?
[00:12.682]There's no need to ask, I'm the creeper
[00:14.939]Million dollar man, Johnny Cash
[00:17.047]Puff the reefer, sometimes mix it with the hash
[00:19.507]Hard to keep up, 100 yards dash, beat your feet up
[00:22.588]Jumpin Jack Flash on a muthafuckas ass
[00:24.757]Caught 'em in the weed stash tryin to tap the bag
[00:27.397]Now he suspect, read him his rights, it's only right
[00:30.158]I aint never, never, never in my long-legged life
[00:32.590]Ever bite like shark niggas, got an appetite
[00:35.381]for destruction, lusting for dough, it's disgusting
[00:38.244]Disgraceful, end of disscusion, this tasteful
[00:40.933]Like cyanide erase you, pull up, let me take two
[00:43.557]Come all you faithful, Meth and Shyheim
[00:45.942]Tommy Hilfiger, that I'm a Johnny 'field nigga
[00:48.576]Till I die, S.I.N.Y. testify
[00:51.499]Girlfriend sweating my game, killing my high
[00:54.069](Shyheim)I'm a 100 proof, like Smirnoff blue label
[00:56.835]I'm so wild, got housearrest bracelets on each ankle
[00:59.634]I break you, something fatal and make New Jersey trade you
[01:03.034]You don't got game, so niggas don't playa-hate you
[01:05.698]Come back to Brooklyn, the ya G's gone
[01:07.444]Chase you up, batted in dun, dun
[01:09.774]Nike won't endorse you so you rock an And-1
[01:12.079]I pull out the M-1 and hit you handsome
[01:15.405]cuz you forcin it, you can hang it up like an ornament
[01:18.182]End your actin career, put you back in street tournaments
[01:21.001]Run for your life, like you doing suicides
[01:23.441]When even use your scrub ass, Live '9-9
[01:26.608]Am I my brother's keeper?
[01:27.602]There's no need to ask
[01:28.948]I ride for my brothers, give me the gun and the mask
[01:31.253]I be in the bushes like The Down Low stash
[01:34.152]Pop up like a warrant, let off on that ass
[01:36.691]Am I my brother's keeper?
[01:38.072]There's no need to ask
[01:39.414]I ride for my brothers, give me the gun and the mask
[01:42.072]I be in the bushes like The Down Low stash
[01:44.640]Pop up like a warrant, let off on that ass
[01:46.551](Infamous Bluesteele)Yo..
[01:47.418]Y'all could catch the player Inf' way beyond calm
[01:50.027]Sharp and on bomb chron, rockin my Sean John
[01:52.787]Copin the bomb chron from Sharon on the quan
[01:55.426]Got me chinky-eyed like a Hong Kong don
[01:58.242]Fire arm palm, cock back caution, alarm for the chumps
[02:01.899]Boy what you think you gon' palm with my charms
[02:04.715]Better pay attention to the harm in my palm and it's fully-loaded
[02:08.590]If I said it, could he hold it?
[02:09.990]but once he seen the gun I said, "son, look he bolted"
[02:12.647]Son, look he noted, the Berrettas'll shever, but he was clever
[02:16.960]He stopped screwing and he blew in his vendettas
[02:19.218]His crew was in to leathers, Avirex and guns
[02:21.816]Some of them was smart but I could say the rest was dumb
[02:24.437]So I played the vest for dumb and saved the checks for dumb
[02:27.117]cuz they hard-head niggas who graze and steadily come
[02:29.853]to be leakin something, you could care for speakin
[02:32.288]frontin bout shit they stick, instead of zip they lip
[02:35.097]They was young niggas, you know the young dumb niggas
[02:37.751]Who don't care how they get it as it come, nigga
[02:41.749](old school party music playing and fades)
[02:46.305]Hey, hey...
[02:50.300]Are you that little guy makin all that big noise?
[02:55.747](sounds of mad ass dog and man screaming)