Текст песни Street Education (Method Man) с переводом

Yoooooooooo, sick ass niggas

Sick ass bitches, all the welcome

Come on, come on, come on, come on

Yeah, come on, come on, come on

We don’t need nooooooo, no cop patrol

I wish a nigga would, come through the hood, like Street won’t

Jump out the woods, and snatch your goods

If you don’t know by now, you should

Still actin' like you can’t die tonight, you could

Still doubtin' the kid, like Street won’t push back ya wig

Just for thinkin', it’s not what it is

Shit, Shaolin, we back again, rap for yen

Streetlife, that nigga that’ll tap your chin

Come get some, step to it, let’s see

Where ya heart’s at, let’s do it

I hear you talkin', but take caution, before crossin'

The Street, before you end up layin' in a coffin

Don’t sleep, you rap cats is physically weak

I don’t care how much spins your records get in a week

Big Street, still beat you down with the heat

So umm, watch the words you speak, I roll deep

This is Street Education, tune in

(Rule one, watch them niggas close to you)

This is Street Education, tune in

(Rule two, make sure you do what you suppose to do)

This is Street Education, tune in

(Rule three, fuck the world, spit that shit)

This is Street Education, tune in

Adjust your radio station, let’s begin

Who’s playin' king of New York, y’all gangstas? Hold that thought

I’mma show you how we hold down the fort, I’m from a Shaolin resort

We don’t ball, we catch bodies for sport

Put our high light on the news report

Muthafucka ya name, run up on you, and blast your frame

For that little piece of ice on your chain

Don’t look at me strange -- like you don’t know what this is

I know you feel the gun touchin' your rib, it’s those Shaolin Kids

And we ain’t scared to death, or scared to live

Put twenty two shots in your crib

The Stat, we at it again, put another ten shot through ya Benz

Leave you rollin' through the block, on your rims

We ain’t gots to pretend, me and you, we ain’t gots to be friends

So when you 'em

Be on needles and pins

This where the drama begins

I’m tellin' you pa, I’m out for revenge

Like a nigga tried to murder my kin, I won’t bend

Adjust your radio station

Let’s begin…

Adjust your radio station