Whatever

"I think of sometime" - sample repeated throughout the song<br><br>[Intro: Streetlife]<br>I see him... Killa... blast on `em, never<br>Yo..<br><br>[Streetlife]<br>I got the drop on you, don`t flinch<br>Pop niggaz like John Lynch<br>Leave niggaz in they own stench<br>I`mma light drinker, heavy smoker<br>Known for duckin` show promoters<br>Pass the money, over, my whole crew is ex-cons<br>Be alarmed, when you hear the *err-urrrrr*<br>It`s on, Silverback niggaz under the stairs<br>When we link up, we travel in pairs<br>Ya`ll niggaz best to beware of the most thoroughest<br>Cover all aspects, four corners<br>You can`t creep up on us<br>I`m takin` one for the team, deal me in<br>And when the smoke clears, do it again<br>This ain`t a side show, you can die slow<br>There`s no I in team, we all ride... yo!<br>The Masta brought the ceremony, this is my testament<br>Homicide Housing, that`s what I represent<br><br>[Prodigal Sunn]<br>Criminal gun play, chemical dream to P.J.`s<br>Last raid, another fed paid, bed rum: Sunday<br>The world dyin` for the love of money<br>Expensive chains, intensive pain from that cocaine<br>Condition the brain, children in strain, as I look back<br>Memory lane, civil and plain, it be in fame<br>A major part of the game, chemistry grain<br>Foolish kids ran when I came<br>Forty acres, five percent of terrain<br>Spark right through my vein tunnel, aim through this jungle of rain<br>A lot of haters wanna see us hang<br>But watch me bang as in Eagle/Crane<br>Step back, shatter your frame<br>Another victim in the system where he barely sustained<br>Forkin` in, I sold a million way, his first campaign<br>Sippin` rosemary cherry champagne, nigga<br>The young and the dangerous, water on the wrist, ice cryst`<br>Talk with a lisp, then I be top of your list<br><br>[Chorus: Streetlife]<br>We all in this together, forever and ever<br>Down for whatever, whenever, yeah, yeah<br>We all in this together, forever and ever<br>Down for whatever, whenever<br><br>[Masta Killa]<br>Check the Words from the Genius, that was written in pen<br>Murder gloves, hide the fingerprint, but never the sin<br>Ghetto prophet that`s born to quote<br>Got the crimies, behind me, with the face on stroke<br>Don`t provoke, trust son, that thing bust, and we roll dangerous<br>Who can handle us, when we rush the clubs on thrust<br>Yo, don`t miss the lead vocalist, terrorist<br>Wu-Tang, a pure danger, the God hold a fort<br>Teach law, universal, beatdown, my stomping ground<br>We hold courts in the streets of New York<br>Snort the gun powder, eyes stay red like fire<br>Cut the mic wire, hit a love ballad note<br>Pen stroke, beautiful quote, for you to deep throat<br>Ghetto life had to rough up in the housing<br>They only make `em us, every twenty five thousand<br><br>[Chorus]