[Intro: Streetlife]
Do this, do this damn thing, yo
Ohhhh, yeah, I waited a long time for this
Word, cock back that shit, yeah, greatness
Ohhhh, come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
[Streetlife]
This is rap bizarre, another star in the making
Took lot`s of patience, deep concentration
Sat back, analyze your M.C.`S mistakes and
Realize most of y`all rap cats is fakin`
Like y`all is serial killers, and ain`t murderin` nathan
Funk Flex, pump this, in heavy rotation
Place your bet, whose the next rap sensation?
Mobilize, regulate, a whole generation
Fuck what ya heard, this is Street Education
Pluckin` at your nerve, like a stab wound patient
I feed blatent, styles still flagrant
Catch me on Rap City, loungin` in the basement
Style, still gritty, double dart agent
I master the art, check my rap pages
They stab you in the back, who that? Smiling faces
That`s why, I carry the gat in foreign places
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
Rap bizarre, another star in the making (ohhhh)
Keep faking, get your seat taken (ohhhh)
[Carlton Fisk]
Yo, inhale this paraphanel`, dart from jail
It`s P.L.O., see me up north in your cell
Plug your cherry rich glock in hell, find your way out
Tunnel vision like we emburk, fight my way out
Niggaz can`t stop me, five seven seven tips probably
Serving me, enter my building lobby
Police recording me, yo, I got I.D.
So on point, pass you a holder with three felonies
Verrazano, horizontal move, first that gave him rules
Niggaz can`t fuck with P.L.O., for real
All that shit sound slick, but let`s be for real
You a faggot life nigga, that just caught a birth
I`m the raw suspect that`ll tuck your eighth
Pistol whip you in the face, make you crack the safe
Man, you can front all you want on cd`s and mixtapes
P.L.O. Style, niggaz had to earn they name
[Chorus]
[Streetlife]
This is Shaolin, what? Niggaz grab your nuts
Strut, rock to, what I conduct
After this verse, I might self destruct
Short fuse, overheating, blow the fuck up
Where my ladies at? What up? Wanna fuck?
No disrespect, got a love jones for sluts
Big bag of dud, Deck, burn a Dutch
Fiends control your lust, look, but don`t touch
Still Wu, keep the God-U, tucked under the gut
Rap lust, my flow is spectaculaus
Niggaz doubt my skill, like I ain`t real enough
Fuck what you feel, that`s why you still baggin` up
It be those niggaz you know, that be actin` up
That`s why my attitude`s corrupt and don`t give a fuck
Fans rush the bus, to get star struck
I`m that same road, he`s just loungin` in cut
[Chorus 2X]
[Outro: Inspectah Deck (Streetlife)]
Word up, word up, Streetlife, Size/7
Get ya shit taken on the spot
Rebel I (word up, be on starter)
Wu-Tang, Killa Beez nigga (who request that?)
Forever (word up, ohhhhh)
Yo, pass that bone (you know how we do)
(Word up, Killa Hills, Shaolin, Shaolin, ohhhh)
