Method Man - Reporting From The Slumz lyrics

rate me

Ft. Yah-Sin & Span

Another pack to sell

Another cracker's got smacked in jail

My otha's layin' with the daffodils

Fuck around and see the cops was a one button

Hide yo head, damn, lil nigga, you ain't done nothin'

Store trips turnin' into corpses

More sips of the Henny spill, that's a coffin

Of course it's Yall Shinegan, make a fan tremblin'

It's killa men, known to medicate and count benjamins

Word to Manny off Weather-Maker

See you comin' up the stairs, I'm an elevator

Tell you neighbor that hater attitude is keepin' it down

You wanna know my secrets now

Everybody searchin' for a beeper sound

(Hook x2)

Reporting from the Slumz right now

Another mother, someone just shot down

The way she cried was a frightening sound

Man, that shit gotta stop somehow

(It's gotta be a betta way now)

(Verse 2)

Damn, none of em iller

Of the Island they feel us

Some people might not get us

But they don't doubt that we killas

The system try and kill us cuz they don't doubt we gorillaz

We home after that body, then we don't die, he a squealer

The dealers ain't bodied on life stains

The realest get murdered ova money and dice games

I did addicted, trap life a gimmick then everybody a critic

That's a nice place to visit but they ain't tryin' to live it

Roar ties, give it like Eugene

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(Hook x2)