"Who's the knucklehead wantin respect?" -- Ghostface

{sample repeats in background of Street's intro}

Intro: Street Life, (Method Man)

Yo, yo

Never doubt the Life

(EHHHH! YO!) Yo

Who the fuck are you to criticize me?

Yo, I slap, yo, I slap dick ta ya wifey

Yo (respect, that's my word)

[Street Life]

Another Wu tradition, Street vision, listen

All my life I've been poverty stricken

Always took what's mines, never was given

a second chance just to rap sheet a bad decision

You can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin

Quick to stick the clip in, blow you out position

Street juridictions, nigga, no restriction

Concrete composition for emcee's in submission

Special edition crash course mission

Push through like the task force and crush all competition

See you from a distance, dry snitchin, whisperin

Greet your man posted up like two little bitches

When you get the heart, step live or catch stitches

Or find yourself with Del, sleepin with the fishes

I got no love for fans that's fake ass niggas

I can't stand the bid when it's all in my business

Wu-Tang Forever and a day, don't get it twisted

I get lifted, I just shoot somethin from hot buscuit

These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district

Leave no finger prints and no survivin witness

Chorus: Method Man

Nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide

(Yo, yo Math!)

It's them kids from the otherside "Shaolin" Worldwide

Street Life, Homocide, nowhere to run to

Nowhere to hide, boo, we P.L.O.

Fo' sho', if it don't flow, gotta go

Fo' sho', if it don't blow, gotta go

Fo' sho', if it ain't dough, gotta go

Some didn't listen 'til my gun went BLOW!

[Inspectah Deck]

Yo, thoughts sharper than a Japanese Kitana

Ninja coma, pirahnas crack teeth on my armor

Scadalous, I ran contra-bomber, stalker like rebels of Rwanda

Death before dishonor, snake charmer, persona of one who makes drama

Godfather 4 type saga, tuckin a r