Method Man - Shaolin Style lyrics

Yeah yeah Where my Shaolin peoples at? Stapleton, the craziest, y'all know what time it is Wild wild West Now born, k**a Hill, poor to the rich man Jungle Nilz, let's get money y'all [Verse 1: Shyheim] It be the Cess and Hennessey that make me act like this I'm wild hit ‘em up projects style never plead the fifth Regardless, to the charges, chickenheads will be at court Fightin' and slicin' each other to see who lies at my fort Who woulda thought, little Shy Big Willie Ninety-six we rollin dutches, nine-trey it was Phillies First of the month be like Christmas to dealers Hundred dollar sales come through the school zone area Children at play keep the heat on the low Little kids getting' hit, projects flooded with po' Now shorty's rockin', Versace and Donna Karan Playin' the Miss Mob Queen role knowin' hon the cousin Sharon I live the glamorous life, girl To go from limos with Don Perignon, rich hotels [Hook x4] M.E.T.H.O.D. Man Sample: "Wild, the Shaolin Style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin me" [Verse Two: Squig] Facing two-five to life incarcerated activated Stressed behind a cell with no way to escape it Holdin' on, true to ‘ock steel tryin' to appeal Be landed without a bail so let the commisary reveal I feel it's time, for me to let this sparklin' wine Wet my throat rockin' the trenchcoat, flashin to get mine Not hesitant, cause the Henny keeps me bent Just tryin' to make a cent, diggin' pockets down to the lint Regardless of all the charges the D's want me for Warrant after warrant, so I avoid the law Stapleton on the rise, twenty-seven where it lies From day one until they none don't take it as no surprise [Hook] [Verse Three: Shyheim] I'm havin' suicidal thoughts cause I'm screwed up in the game But today's thang, is to hold it down and maintain I got thirty days until I get remanded for this gun charge Still I'm livin' large, joint hard up in the mode and Long s**in', fishin' for pre-model I'm young black rich and dangerous, livin' like I won the lotto So ‘nough of wine s** and dutches Them kids know who us is GP Wu, hundred-twenty-seven hustlers Runnin' from D's when they try to bust us Fly crimes and gats, mainly black cops, them f*ggots love us And my district attorneys wanna send me to jail I told em, "People wanna k** me, that's why I had the nine milli'' I bust ‘em dead and not to injure Remember what I quote Before you, enter my center [Hook repeats until fade]