[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