Shaolin Worldwide

"Who`s the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- Ghostface<br> {sample repeats in background of Street`s intro}<br><br>Intro: Street Life, (Method Man)<br><br>Yo, yo<br>Never doubt the Life<br>(EHHHH! YO!) Yo<br>Who the fuck are you to criticize me?<br>Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey<br>Yo (respect, that`s my word)<br><br>[Street Life]<br>Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen<br>All my life I`ve been poverty stricken<br>Always took what`s mines, never was given<br>a second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision<br>You can`t knock the hustle or the life that I`m livin<br>Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position<br>Street juridictions, nigga, no restriction<br>Concrete composition for emcee`s in submission<br>Special edition crash course mission<br>Push through like the task force and crush all competition<br>See you from a distance, dry snitchin, whisperin<br>Greet your man posted up like two little bitches<br>When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches<br>Or find yourself with Del, sleepin with the fishes<br>I got no love for fans that`s fake ass niggas<br>I can`t stand the bid when it`s all in my business<br>Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don`t get it twisted<br>I get lifted, I just shoot somethin from hot buscuit<br>These street kids, we can`t lost, we terrorize you district<br>Leave no finger prints and no survivin witness<br><br>Chorus: Method Man<br><br>Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide<br>(Yo, yo Math!)<br>It`s them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide<br>Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to<br>Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.<br>Fo` sho`, if it don`t flow, gotta go<br>Fo` sho`, if it don`t blow, gotta go<br>Fo` sho`, if it ain`t dough, gotta go<br>Some didn`t listen `til my gun went BLOW!<br><br>[Inspectah Deck]<br>Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana<br>Ninja coma, pirahnas crack teeth on my armor<br>Scadalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda<br>Death before dishonor, snake charmer, persona of one who makes drama<br>Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin a revolver in my Parker<br>Bombin unprepared for departure, might talk but strike harder<br>Fear the bow of the silent archer<br>Sure shotter, pass the rock to your starter<br>Poison darter, news photographers document the horror<br>While I bounce Shaunda with Tiwana and I from blue Honda<br>Honorable scholar, rockwilder, rip mic`s for top dollar<br>Your highnes, the crowd hollar<br>Got your head rock, feel the brain trauma<br>Crowd sponser, hotter than Bahama steam saunas<br>The Rebel of opera, popped off the choclate and the ?gosha?<br>Monster truck crush you imposters<br><br>Chorus: Method Man<br><br>Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide<br>It`s them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide<br>I.N.S., Homocide, nowhere to run to<br>Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.<br>Fo` sho`, if it don`t flow, gotta go<br>Fo` sho`, if it don`t blow, gotta go<br>Fo` sho`, if it ain`t dough, gotta go<br>Some didn`t listen `til my gun went BLOW!<br><br>[Method Man]<br>I`m the four mic emcee with five mic potential<br>Overlooked cuz y`all can`t understand what I been thru<br>You ain`t got to love me, or even pretend to<br>Actin like the street, they ain`t got no street credentials<br>Crack villians, raps be killin instrumentals<br>The caps pealin and slap a feelin out ya dental<br>Underground, sound, for ghetto residentials<br>Up shit`s creek lookin for some more shit to get into<br>Got the Clan jewels as I continue<br>to serve you everythin on that`s on the menu<br>with Chef John Jacob, remember Sunz Of Man told you Wake Up?<br>My nigga smell the coffee, I`m too hardcore to kill softly<br>Come to free the mind and get the bullshit up off me<br>The Jedi, only use The Force if ya force me<br>Shaolin What? Don`t get it fucked up and cross me<br>Rappers gettin stuck for actin stuck up and flossy<br>Say it ain`t so! Bust the callico<br>Rap from the Island called Stat`, here we go<br><br>Chorus: Method Man<br><br>Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide<br>It`s them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide<br>Method Man, Homocide, nowhere to run to<br>Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.<br>Fo` sho`, if it don`t flow, gotta go<br>Fo` sho`, if it don`t blow, gotta go<br>Fo` sho`, if it ain`t dough, gotta go<br>Some didn`t listen `til my gun went BLOW!<br><br> "wantin respect--wantin respect" -- Ghostface<br> "Who`s the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- Ghostface<br> "wantin respect--wantin respect" -- Ghostface<br> "wantin respect, sharpest niggas in the..." -- Ghostface