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STREET LIFE N METHOD MAN FT: HAVOC FROM MOBB DEEP "SQUAD UP" POWERED BY: STREETLIFEWU.COM
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Patrick Charles
Patrick Charles
Rap
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Rap
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Patrick Charles
Patrick Charles
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Havoc
Havoc
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's the jux jux
All you see is crook, crooks
Shout out to Havoc
Good-looking on the beat
Forever P
Street Life, what's good?
[Verse 2]
I'm about to go in, son
Look
[Verse 3]
Red bones and red bottoms
Like Red Bull, we're gonna give 'em wings, we red dot 'em
Candy wrappers, send 'em in, we red hot 'em
Head shot 'em, go against the grain, get head problems
Big dummy, garbage rappers, we Redd Foxx
Shoot an actor in high-def then Red Box 'em
Tip the scales in my favor, stay in your top ten
If life is like a triple beam, I'm weighing my options
[Verse 4]
Y'all like "why Meth? You high, Meth"
Keep a Big Poppa, 'cause I ain't ready to die yet
I digress, or I'm just too intense to digest
Stretched in a Pyrex, compliments to my chef
Game ain't been the same since I left
Is they really crooks or just a pain in my neck?
Wu-Tang, ain't lames in my set
Fresh pair of Nikes, I just do it for my check
[Verse 5]
I'll be the first to tell these rappers to get your bars up
Shout to P, you know it's Havoc when we Mobb up
I tell that slut to pull your drawers up
Cigar guts all up in the club, puttin' squad up
Throw your squad up
Throw your squad up
Throw your squad up
Cigar guts all up in the club, puttin' squad up
[Verse 6]
I swoop in, shootin' like I'm para-trooping
We all in, we ridin', we car-pooling
My whole crew, we diving, we platooning
Salute me or shoot me, Huey P. Newton
Your buffoonery is quite amusing
This is not monkey business, stop crooning
It's a method to my madness, I know what I'm doin'
There's a reason why I'm winnin' and you steady losing
I'm about to blow like I'm ballooning
Then show my whole ass when I'm black moonin'
Got your girl in the green room tea spoonin'
Hit my man with the get-and-go, alley oop him
Spit Def Jam when I'm KRUSH groovin'
I'm gonna kill him with success, just keep it movin'
I'm heavy-hitting and you're barely bruising
Come through Mobb Deep like a Wu reunion
[Verse 7]
I'll be the first to tell these rappers to get your bars up
Shout to P, you know it's Havoc when we Mobb up
I tell that slut to pull your drawers up
Cigar guts all up in the club, puttin' squad up
Throw your squad up
Throw your squad up
Throw your squad up
Cigar guts all up in the club, puttin' squad up
[Verse 8]
Black timbs and black masks
Basura, **** know they rap trash
My shooters get all up in that ass
I'll maneuver, finish shit, no half ass
Little ****, we birthed y'all, for real though
Protect your neck, get stomped out with real toes
My real bros, respect the codes, it's real yo
Y'all new **** lookin' like some weirdos
But you **** are consigning
Ship the whole iron, these lil hoes be lyin'
That bullshit blow by 'em, no points, so don't try it
Wild like dorm riots on Ryker's Island, you hidin'
From the realness is real kid
Havin' Meth in the building
Forever P to infinity
Whoever don't like it, cut the ****, let the fucker bleed
[Verse 9]
I'll be the first to tell these rappers to get your bars up
Shout to P, you know it's Havoc when we Mobb up
I tell that slut to pull your drawers up
Cigar guts all up in the club, puttin' squad up
Throw your squad up
Throw your squad up
Throw your squad up
Cigar guts all up in the club, puttin' squad up
Written by: Clifford Smith, Kejuan Muchita, Patrick Charles

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