Method Man - Yonkers lyrics

[Verse 1] Crime scene, coppers and sirens Helicopters and high beams, the tensions is rising Fiends keeping the pipe clean This is what life means, a dollar and a dream Everybody wants nice things The kid was only nineteen, hole in his chest now He's fighting, for his last breath He's seeing d**h its frightening The grip on the ghetto is tightening You try to do the right thing? They do you just like King Now I can hear the night scream, Sirens and Light Beams Popping off bad shots, hitting people that they ain't mean to pop The neighborhood's in shock, block extremely hot Another Black teen shot, that's dull routine to cops Make sure they got good grades, work the minimum wage Now he's laying on a stretcher, with nothing in him to save Keep the ghetto, in whatever ghetto you at Just don't love the ghetto, cause the ghetto don't love you back You don't live until you've made your first million And top models wanna have your children I thought I told you Wu Tang is for the children Way before rap moved crack in your building Yeah, now what's the price of rice in China? These women trying to raise the price on their vagina Me? I'm trying to live the life and get the grind up Like Diddy, but I ain't trying to give the shine (Shyne) up Poppa, pop-off no question, ya'll dirty, like it raw, (no protection) When the kid hold court, no objection Meth needed money at the door, no exception I go hard in the paint on a rapper I go harder on a p**y no Viagra You think I'm tripping, ain't into tricking But I keep a snow bunny in the kitchen I'm the master like k**a