[Intro: Method Man]

Uh... what's really good?

Yo, yo, yo..

[Method Man]

It's the unstoppable, [bad word] any obstacle

Ya'll know my flavor, pack more punch than Tropical

Any mission possible, do what I gots to do

Labels gettin' butterfingers, and next they droppin' you

You think you know, but you have no idea

The Diary of a Meth Man, what's this I hear?

Somebody told ya'll, steppin' in [bad word] was good luck?

I got the hood stuck, chh-chh, now give the goods up

Ya'll done pushed up, past the point of no return

It's Meth's turn, so roll that [bad word] up and let's burn

I heard Philly got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, they got the best perms

Now that we know, when will the rest learn? [bad word] on, each one, teach one, hear no evil, and I don't speak none

Everything cool until that [bad word] 
Just call my name, and I'll be there

Ya'll kids is slum, like the jewelry in Albi Square
 [bad word]  Streetlife (Shawnna)]

We drinkin' Henny til we flip, poppin' bottles til we sick

All ya'll haters eat a [bad word] (yeah, uh)

Let's throw a party in this [bad word]  all my niggaz and my chicks

Tell me who ya'll rollin' with (yeah)

[Hook 2X: Streetlife (Method Man)]

Method spits fire (Fire!) The roof's on (Fire!) My crew's on (Fire!)

[Streetlife]

M-E-T, H-O-D..

[Method Man]

Man, I'm in the house like foreclosures

Talk sober, until some dog gets forced over

New York soldiers, be at ease, fall back

Never ever, I'm the New Era, like ball caps

Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, ya'll want it

Ya'll can have it, the problem and answer, I'm all that

While we at it, let's tighten up our grips around that cabbage

Silly rabbit, how many kid's done tricked you on your carrots

The product of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it's Magic

How I break 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it's target practice

Then let these darts take a stab at it

Niggaz ain't got it, ain't never had it

I jam like L.A. traffic, Jellyroll behind the wheel

And the passenger seat behind the field

It's your boy, physically fit, mentally sick

Get dirty money, told you honey, I'm filthy rich
 [bad word] 

[Hook 2X w/o "fire" the second time]

[Interlude: Method Man]

Yeah, ya'll niggaz don't know it's a game

Until it starts again, let's do it, haha!

[Method Man]

Six minutes, Method Man, you're on

If you thinkin' you gon' slip and be alright, you're wrong

You can see me lightin' the bong, while writin' the songs

That the crowd, is either singin' to or fightin' along, fightin' along

I'm try'nna tell you [bad word] is not your friends

And girlfriend, don't try and front like you got your friend

I'm at the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn

And my chick's a man-eater, she be swallowin' men

Aight, live from New York, it's Saturday night

I got pipes that drain your confidence, and battery light

Aight, mami tight, but she ain't really my type

If ya'll don't see me treat her right, then she ain't really my wife

When I was young, I was stayin' in school, [bad word] 
Play with my food, what makes you think I'm playin' with you?

This is it, ya'll [bad word] on in, the water's fine

Jump on in, let's do it to 'em one more 'gain
 [bad word] 

[Hook 2X]
 [bad word] 

[Outro: Method Man]

Yeah, Ladies Love Big John Studd

No doubt, [bad word] up in your mouth

We do this [bad word] everyday, I'm in the cut

With my main [bad word] stain, Ray-R