Safe Box - La the Darkman, Method Man, Street Life

Staten Island niggas, forgotten borough, the most thorough

Oh shit, haha, the tri-boro, hahahaha

Fuckas… yeah… come again, what?

It’s M-E-F, bitches, say it with the Meth, niggas

When I’m on the come up, ain’t no telling who gon' get done up

On the highway to heaven, with they thumb up

I’m far from a dumb fuck, I’m a mack

Just like them dumptrunks, I hold alotta weight on my back

See I’m, already pumped up, I’m ready to shine

It’s Mr., cover of Blender, who ready to grind?

And I still got it, I repeat, I still got it

And any artist that trash talk, is still garbage

How critics gon' think I lost my skill

When in fact, ya’ll all been programmed and lost your feel

Please believe, I’m still grimey, try me

And I remind ya’ll muthafuckas why Def Jam signed me

M-E to the Tizzy, H-O to the Dizzy

To see me, it’s something like pimpin', it ain’t easy

It’s something like pimpin', it ain’t easy

To see me, it’s something like pimpin', it ain’t easy

Yo, I stash money like a crooked banker, casablanca

Ninety-six, crack cranker, back shot, ass spanker

Get head, then I thank her, for blessin' the God

Pull a blunt hard, for my jail niggas on the yard

Think like Master Farrad, die hard, La’s God

I need currency, cash, eagles in the credit card

Co-starred in cocaine, like, couldn’t get my brain right

Robbin' niggas smokin' and fuckin', in the same night

Jumpin' on the train, like, talkin' how we did it, kid

And my niggas caught a body, then me and my niggas slid

Blue coats came, we hid, inside a pyramid

Unseen, as a real Egyptian king

Asiatic, doing mathematics, guns is my bad habit

Try’nna civilize a savage, rest on, every Sabbath

LaSon, like my coke white as a unicorn

Word is bond, everyday got a new uniform

I want it all, never fall, fuck that, forever war

I need a mansion and my closet gotta look like a mall

It’s Darkman

It’s a new day, new way, new rules, new school

New pay, new cake, new crew, new fools

Fuckin' with my safe box (all you niggas get shot)

Fuckin' with my safe box (all you niggas get shot)

I got the drop on you, don’t flinch

Pop niggas like John Lynch, leave niggas in they own stench

I’m a light drinker, heavy smoker

Known for duckin' show promoters

Pass the money, over, my whole crew is ex-cons

Be alarmed, when you hear the *err-urrrrr*

It’s on, Silverback niggas under the stairs

When we link up, we travel in pairs

Ya’ll niggas best to beware, of the most thoroughest

Cover all aspects, four corners, you can’t creep up on us

I’m takin' one for the team, deal me in

And when the smoke clear, do it again

This ain’t a side show, you could die slow

There’s no I in team, we all ride… yo!

The master of the ceremony, this is my testament

Homicide Housing, that’s what I represent

Don’t get it fucked up, drapped, that’ll extra grind

When I pop up with silencers, you next in line

Swift with a nine, in conflict, prefer four-five

And we Loose Linx, can’t control these Animalz of mine, now

Staten Island’s back on the map, while the P.L.O. fugitive’s back

Using the fact, drama in these streets you gon' see it and get used to the clap

Blockbuster movie picture, doggy, preview that

Carlton Fisk flow in a Lex, gorilla Homicide Housing

Came to collect, know the sounds, just a pain in the neck

Listen young’n, I’m an O.G., see I done mastered the flow

With creeping up slow, so chill 'fore I blow three

At your windshield, come on, dog, you know me

I raised you from a young pup, I taught you how to show teeth

And growl on a nigga, style on a nigga

One minute you so cool, then foul to a nigga

Ya’ll suckas is pre-schoolers, a child to a nigga

I’m the resurrection of rap, now bow to a nigga

A little old me from Staten Island’s gonna get cha

And I pack a big gun, and it weighs a grip of ton

So Run like you DMC, ain’t no defeating me

I set up shop on your block and plots off strategically

Maybe it’s the weed in me, nah a bottle of Henny

Quick to run up on your ass and follow with semi', muthafucka