Man, it is what it is Can't understand a man if you ain't lived what he lived Roaches in the crib, ain't got no food up in the fridge Plus the crime running rampant and it's screwing up the kids Sway, admit, what kind of paradise is this? I just want my 40 acres and some carats on the wrist But these snakes is trying to gather in the pit When you get a cottonmouth, plucking ashes off the clip Off the rip, now a challenger exists And he bulletproof, shoot, what kind of caliber is this? Got thugs in the store with the barrel on your lips Saying, \"empty out the drawer\" before he pound you with the grip Lord, who to call when no one obeys the law And there ain't no Iron Man that can come and save us all? Power to the people and Luke Cage the cause And the cops got it wrong, we don't think Cage involved Look, dog, a hero, never had one Already took Malcolm and Martin, this is the last one I beg your pardon, somebody pulling a fast one Now we got a hero for hire and he a black one And bullet-hole hoodies is the fashion We in Harlem's Paradise, tell the Captain That I'm about to trade the mic for a Magnum Give up my life for Trayvon to have one [Hook: Method Man] Yeah, 'cause this is bulletproof love And you already know what a bulletproof does So you can take it from a bulletproof thug The hood got his back, dog, bulletproof love The blood thicker than mud And who am I to judge if you get a gun in the club? 'Cause you already know what a bulletproof does When the hood got your back, dog, bulletproof love
[Outro: Method Man] Yeah, shoutout to Pop. RIP, my brother. The streets is crazy nowadays. People say we don't need another hero, but now we got one whether you like it or not. Luke Cage, please believe it, sir. The streets got your back. You already bulletproof love, baby