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+**************************************************
+All I Need (Remix)[Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Notorious B.I.G.]
+You're all, I need
+Lie together, cry together
+I swear to God I hope we fucking die together
+To get by
+You're all, I need
+Lie together, cry together
+I swear to God I hope we fucking die together
+To get by
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
+For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me
+Nothing make a man feel better than a woman
+Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
+There are few things that's forever, my lady
+We can make war or make babies
+Back when I was nothing
+You made a brother feel like he was something
+That's why I'm with you to this day boo, no fronting
+Even when the skies were gray
+You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby it'll be okay"
+Now that's real to a brother like me, baby
+Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight
+And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
+In a fat-ass crib with thousands of kids
+Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife
+Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we be
+Living in the effin' lap of luxury
+I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk with me
+But you did, now I'm going all out kid
+And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
+
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Notorious B.I.G.]
+You're all, I need
+To get by
+You're all, I need
+Lie together, cry together
+I swear to God I hope we fucking die together
+To get by
+
+[Interlude: Mary J. Blige]
+Like sweet morning dew
+I took one look at you
+And it was plain to see
+You were my destiny
+With you I'll spend my time
+I'll dedicate my life, I'll sacrifice for you
+Dedicate my life to you
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+I got a Love Jones for your body and your skin tone
+Five minutes alone, I'm already on the bone
+Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
+No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home
+Even if I'm locked up North you in the world
+Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showing your stuff off, boo
+It be true me for you, that's how it is
+I be your Noah, you be my Wiz
+I'm your mister, you my misses with hugs and kisses
+Valentine cards and birthday wishes, please
+We on another level of planning, of understanding
+The bond between man and woman, and child
+The highest elevation 'cause we above
+All that romance crap, just show your love
+
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige and Notorious B.I.G.]
+You're all, I need
+Lie together, cry together
+I swear to God I hope we fucking die together
+To get by
+You're all, I need
+Lie together, cry together
+I swear to God I hope we fucking die together
+To get by
+
+[Outro: Method Man and Mary J. Blige]
+I'm sick of police
+Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
+Yeah yeah, cootie in the, Tical
+Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
+Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical
+Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
+Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical
+Mary J. raw, and Meth-Tical
+Like sweet morning dew
+Yeah yeah
+I took one look at you
+Cootie in the chair, Tical
+And it was plain to see
+Cheeba cheeba y'all
+You were my destiny, baby
+Cheeba cheeba y'all
+Cheeba cheeba y'all, bring it on, yeah
+What's that shit that they be smoking
+No romance without finance for now
+Baby, please, '95
+Ticallion Stallion, ha ha, ha ha
+Man woman and child, yeah
+**************************************************
+Bring the Pain[Intro: Method Man]
+Basically
+Can't fuck with me
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
+Let's go inside my astral plane
+Find out my mental, based on instrumental
+Records, hey, so I can write monumental
+Methods, I'm not the king
+But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the cream
+Check it, just how deep can shit get
+Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad, fish accept it
+In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over
+Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Krossed
+Who the boss? Niggas get tossed to the side
+And I'm the dark side of the Force
+Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
+I be hectic, and comin' for the head piece, protect it
+Fuck it, two tears in a bucket
+Niggas want the ruckus
+Bustin' at me, bruh, now bust it
+Styles, I gets buckwild
+Method Man on some shit, pullin' niggas files, I'm sick
+Insane, crazy, driving Miss Daisy
+Out her fucking mind, now I got mine, I'm Swayze
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Is it real, son, is it really real, son?
+Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real
+Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one
+Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real, yeah, uh
+
+[Interlude: Booster & Method Man]
+When I was a likle stereo (Stereo)
+I listen to some Champion (Champion)
+I always wondered (Wondered)
+When I will be di number one (Tical)
+And now yuh listen to di Gorgon (Gorgon)
+And a Gorgon sound a Rein
+An' any jump and come tes' mi (Test me)
+Mi a-go lick out dem brain (it’s like that)
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Brothers wanna hang with the Meth, bring the rope
+The only way you'll hang is by the neck
+Nigga, bolt off the set, comin' to your projects
+Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
+Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
+Nigga, you can bet your bottom dollar, hey, I bomb shit
+And it's gonna get even worse, word to God
+It's the Wu comin' through, stickin' niggas for they garments
+Movin' on your left, southpaw, Mr. Meth
+Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
+You can come test, realize you're no contest
+Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
+Quick on the draw with my hands on the four-
+Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
+Check it, 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
+Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof
+Huh, vodka, no OJ, no straw
+When you give it to me, ayy, give it to me raw
+I've learned that when you drink Absolut straight it burns
+Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
+I don't need a chemical blow to pull a ho
+All I need is Chemical Bank to pay the roll
+
+[Interlude: Method Man]
+What, basically that, Meth-Tical, '94 style (Northern spicy brown mustard hoes, word up, we be hazardous)
+We have to stick you
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Is it real, son, is it really real, son? (Motherfucker, I'll fuckin')
+Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real (Slide you down a rusty razor blade into a pool of alcohol)
+Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one
+Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' cut your kneecaps off
+And make you kneel at some staircase, piss
+I'll fuckin' cut your eyelids off and feed you nothin' but sleepin' pills
+Get yours, motherfucker
+So fuck the ho, fuck the ho
+**************************************************
+All I Need[Chorus: Method Man & Streetlife]
+You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
+If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you
+Loving your whole steez, it be in there boo
+On top of that you got the good power-U
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
+For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me
+Nothing make a man feel better than a woman
+Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
+There are few things that's forever, my lady
+We can make war or make babies
+Back when I was nothing, you made a brother feel like he was something
+That's why I'm with you to this day boo no fronting
+Even when the skies were gray
+You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay"
+Now that's real to a brother like me, baby
+Never ever give my pussy away
+And keep it tight, aight
+And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
+In a fat-ass crib with thousands of kids
+Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife
+Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we
+Be living in the fucking lap of luxury
+I'm realizing that you didn't have to fuck with me
+But you did, now I'm going all out, kid
+And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
+
+[Chorus]
+You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
+If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you
+Loving your whole steez, it be in there boo
+On top of that you got the good power-U
+You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
+If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you
+Loving your whole steez, it be in there boo
+On top of that you got the good power-U
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+I got a Love Jones for your body and your skin tone
+Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
+Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
+No need to shop around you got the good shit at home
+Even if I'm locked up North you in the world
+Rocking three-fourths of cloth
+Never showing your stuff off, boo
+It be true me for you that's how it is
+I can be your Knower, you can be my Wiz
+Then I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth
+Resurrect the God through birth
+Best believe
+
+[Chorus]
+You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
+If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you
+Loving your whole steez, it be in there boo
+On top of that you got the good power-U
+You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
+If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you
+Loving your whole steez, it be in there boo
+On top of that you got the good power-U
+**************************************************
+What’s Happenin’[Intro]
+Ayo, Tical?
+What up, fam?
+You know Bus-a-Bus had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God
+Good too see you too, God
+Let's take the streets for a little ride
+Okay, we ridin' high
+Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L, and just kiss the sky
+Huh, and if you ever disrespect the Bus' or Meth, bye, dead man, die
+Yeah, I, I, I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time, God (Yeah, yo)
+Come on
+
+[Verse 1]
+I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain (Tical)
+I'm bustin' that ass again
+I burn like acid rain, that ass is lame
+These niggas tryna see how I come? Ask your dame
+Ain't it evident I'm hittin' it? (Yes) Meth for President
+Be in hell with gasoline drawers just for the hell of it
+And I ain't delicate, flows hot as kettle get
+Now if you ain't fucking with that, you must be celibate
+Spazz, just a little, got a sack we can sizzle
+Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup
+Mommy, if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
+Put it in my next video shot by Little X
+And M-E-F gon' work 'til their ain't any left
+I'm trying to get what I'm worth and not a penny less
+Think fast, (Come on) bank cash (Come on)
+Everybody do it with you stank-ass (Come on)
+
+[Chorus]
+This shit'll make you rob somebody (What)
+Grab somebody (What)
+Stomp somebody (What!)
+Slap somebody (What)
+Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (What)
+Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (What)
+Brooklyn (Come on)
+Shaolin (Come on)
+Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on)
+Bronx, nigga (Come on)
+Manhattan (Come on)
+To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on)
+
+[Interlude]
+Yeah, real talk, nigga, come on, Bus'
+Ayo, Meth, let me get at these niggas
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 2]
+Now watch me back your shit up
+I hope your people pull up and pick up and pack your shit up
+Homie, it's time to move
+While I'm seeing right through you let me relieve you all of your
+Figures seating screeching, never believing you niggas (Come on)
+Go head and babble, you can watch me patiently waiting
+Aiming, attacking, instead I'ma let one of my bitches slap you
+I invite you and your niggas to try and feel the wrath
+Of the unruly unawakening of a sleeping giant
+(Very defiant) Once I give you the pressure and then I apply it
+And then your breathin' is stopped and totally quiet
+Captain of this ship so call me the pilot
+I leave you and your crew to collide with me then I
+Stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle
+That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit
+Chop you worse than a brick and then we torture you
+And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga
+
+[Chorus]
+This shit'll make you rob somebody (What)
+Grab somebody (What)
+Stomp somebody (What)
+Slap somebody (What)
+Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (What)
+Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (What)
+Brooklyn (Come on)
+Shaolin (Come on)
+Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on)
+Bronx, nigga (Come on)
+Manhattan (Come on)
+To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on)
+
+[Interlude]
+That's what truth be, my nigga (Yeah, come on)
+Niggas, listen, let me talk (Let me talk, come on)
+
+[Verse 3]
+Can't you see what I got for you now? (Huh)
+Shake your big fat ass in front of me now
+To all my high bidders, to all my live niggas
+We here to blackout, follow the story now
+Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna
+Just keep the street, but, nigga
+Did you know we about to lose it, my nigga?
+And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga
+
+[Verse 4]
+See the police coming (What)
+Fireman coming (What)
+Street niggas ready to riot and start dumbing (What)
+I love to see it whenever you and your man fronting (What)
+Me and Meth'll step to you (Quick) and smash something (What)
+Now who is he? Dope MC killing these cowards
+Wack niggas get pimp slapped, give me some powder
+Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it
+Get back, running your yap, I can't allow it
+Well, yeah, my nigga (Set it off)
+You know we seeing it through, God
+The street be needing niggas like me and you, God (Ayo)
+I think what I'm seeing from here we got 'em wildin', yo
+Logical, we should've did this shit a long time ago
+I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes
+Nasty MC, I spit flows and spit in they food
+Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothing like a curious child
+I'm simply a Boy in the Hood with Furious Styles
+
+[Chorus]
+This shit'll make you rob somebody (What)
+Grab somebody (What)
+Stomp somebody (What)
+Slap somebody (What)
+Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (What)
+Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (What)
+Brooklyn (Come on)
+Shaolin (Come on)
+Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on)
+Bronx, nigga (Come on)
+Manhattan (Come on)
+To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on)
+
+[Outro]
+Every day, every rotation, come with it (Yeah, yeah)
+Let me talk, come on
+Ayo, God
+Yeah, lord
+Flipmode, Wu-Tang, nigga
+Ain't that some shit?
+That's some shit
+Abso-truthfully, Bus-a-Bus
+Meth-Tical
+Yeah (Yeah)
+Ayy, let me know when you wanna do that again, God
+Shit, we we can do it right now (Yeah)
+Shoutout to New Jersey
+Yeah
+**************************************************
+Built for This[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon
+They coming for me, time is money no Audemar
+See bar-for-bar, I keep it pushing no R&R
+No foreign broads and no promotion for foreign cars
+The game is ours, let’s keep it funky who said he was
+Like Staten Island, Italians bleed spaghetti sauce
+If y'all ain't shaking or stacking than y'all already lost
+Already cross the light, Christ I'm ready for em
+Plus anybody that saying no, I’m taking numbers
+I’m taking names, I’ll take your chain take this hunger
+Pain, pain, pain
+Then you feel the thunder and rain I don’t talk it like the rainbow
+I get it done and the game y’all
+Do me a favor, don’t ever play with my ball
+Never been a player-hater I just ain't playing with y'all
+You watching lame but look I’m taking the charge
+Going hard will get you two shots now I’m facing the charge
+
+[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
+Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
+They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
+But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
+Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
+Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
+They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
+But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
+Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
+
+[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
+Sort of like Mike at the United Center
+Madison Square, Boston Garden I straight ignite on niggas
+Lil' nigga your raps ain’t no fire, that shit’ll collapse so don’t try
+I scribble and scratch down in my pad that no lie
+That no fake, that uncut, that straight drop, what the fuck
+I’m pulled over by the jakes, a twenty-eight up in my nuts
+For em took away in cuffs I’d rather lay up in the dust
+Feel like fuck a friend a hundred million haters ain’t enough
+Twist it up
+Life is a blunt and the world is my ash tray
+I got them quarters and them halves just meet me like halfway
+And I need a hundred percent of my profit ain't fucking with half pay
+Ain't taking no shorts or losses bitch we ain't fronting no tag day
+As I can recollect, praying to God this dope’ll stretch
+Turn mobster warners, work these corners like P90X
+Chilling and waiting, patient retaliation just ain't find me yet
+I’ll take it into Heaven, you couldn’t buy me that, remind me that
+
+[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
+Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
+They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
+But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
+Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
+Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
+They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
+But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
+Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
+
+[Verse 3: StreetLife]
+It's the world’s worst, quick to snatch your man purse
+And leave your body head first in the stretched hearse
+Murder she wrote, I’m known to spit a killer verse
+And leave a player blood spilling on his linen shirt
+You can Google my name but you ain't gotta search
+I’m right here in the streets, I'm putting in work
+Go ahead, fuck around and get your feelings hurt
+Or, you can get carried outta your local church
+I’m from the old school, I do my own dirt
+Mama raised no fool, I did my own work
+Keep your wifey close, she’s a little flirt
+I knew her since '03, I hit the bitch first
+I’m the reason why your baby mama water burst
+I’ve been marvelous since birth, you can ask my Earth
+It’s not a problem to show you how the shotty work
+I put your body in the dirt, but what the dollars worth
+
+[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]
+Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
+They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
+But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
+Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
+Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
+They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
+But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
+Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
+**************************************************
+Release Yo’ Delf[Hook: Blue Raspberry] (x2)
+When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
+Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
+My rap flow does you right Tical
+And it will never steer you wrong
+And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry
+Your careers won't be lasting long
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Check it, I'm the fucking man, who they mention
+Noticed that other niggas rap styles is bogus
+Doo-doo compared to this versatile voodoo
+Blazing, the stuff that ignites stimulation
+Inside ya, cause I be that hell sure provider
+Providing the rhyme that be deep as The Poseidon Adventure
+Niggas need to test they freaking tincture
+For the sickness that be spreading with the quickness
+Remedies, cousin I be doing on my enemy
+Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories
+Emotion, coursing through your town street vicinity
+Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity
+
+[Break: Method Man]
+(Tical.... tical... ti-cal, ti-cal...)
+As I keep it moving, we keep it moving, uh
+Keep it moving, and keep it moving, uh
+Keep it moving, baby, we be moving, uh
+Keep it moving, we keep it—huh, rhahhrh!
+
+[Bridge: Method Man]
+What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
+Party people getting down
+When it hit no doubt about
+Just release yo' delf
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+My God, somebody said, it's on—if it is, then I'll be set
+To blow a nigga up with my five fingers of death
+I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand if you fronting
+On any man down with the Clan, I be coming
+For the headpiece you can't cope
+For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
+Serial killer style from the Isles of Stat'
+My peoples are you with me, where you at?
+Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick
+Niggas lookin' all in my face like they want dick
+It's about to hit the fan, hit the floor
+That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no more
+What is it? Niggas think they bigger
+Because they got their finger on the trigger of a biscuit
+They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it
+Eat they raw sound, wash it down with a Mistic
+Better yet a Snapple
+Nigga want the juice but he don't want the hassle
+So we're trying to overthrow the castle
+Better yet the temple I'm coming to your town black down
+The rental car, the pistol cocked
+If you don't want to burn from the Glock
+Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what?
+The buck stops here, no more dough will be made
+Unless it's being made by who?
+
+[Bridge: Method Man]
+What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
+Party people getting down
+When it hit no doubt about
+Just release yo' delf
+
+[Hook: Blue Raspberry] (x2)
+When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
+Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
+My rap flow does you right Tical
+And it will never steer you wrong
+And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry
+Your careers won't be lasting long
+
+[Break 2: Method Man]
+Throw your hands in the sky
+And wave them from side to side
+And if you’re ready to spark up the Meth Tical
+Let me hear you say stim-uli
+
+[Hook: Blue Raspberry]
+When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
+Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
+My rap flow does you right Tical
+And it will never steer you wrong
+And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry
+Your careers won't be lasting long
+**************************************************
+Tical[Intro Music: Modest Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition]
+
+[Intro 1: Kung fu movie samples]
+*sounds of fighting*
+"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time
+En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style."
+"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!"
+
+[Intro 2: Method] + (and others)
+From the tip top?
+(Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)
+Yup, one two (no doubt, no doubt)
+One two one two
+Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeah, we gon' be up in that)
+Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)
+Ah one two yo, check me out
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+What's that shit that they be smokin'? Tical... tical, tical
+Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
+What's that shit that they be smokin'? Tical... tical, tical
+Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Check it, I got styles, all of 'em sick
+Niggas ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks
+I make 'em shit about a pile of bricks to show
+He ain't nothing but another unknown John Doe
+That wanna flow, here it is, coming up shit's creek
+I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep
+And I'ma grow like a rash on ya nasty ass
+In a whip, with no brakes and I'm hitting the gas
+It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky
+Method Man on some shit, niggas call me The Fly
+'Cause my style dates back to hopping turnstiles
+Pay ya fare, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll
+Get severe on the double, I harass it
+I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble
+Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted
+I'm another deadly venom style to be mastered
+By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
+Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+What's that shit that they be smokin'? Tical... tical, tical
+Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
+What's that shit that they be smokin'? Tical... tical, tical
+Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
+
+[Break: Method Man]
+One two, uh, one two one two
+One two, uh, one two one two
+One two, uh, one two one two
+One two, uh, check it out
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit
+That we got is to stay high, no question
+Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin''
+When brothers start wettin' everything in ya section
+Move that, niggas came strapped, should've knew that
+Do that, pussycat rap, boy, I'll screw that
+To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up
+To the battle, I heard you rattle, now hold up
+Is there a fucking snake in my garden?
+Starvin' for a rap treat, steppin' on my feet
+Pardon your delf, before ya find your delf
+In a fucked up situation, without no help
+I'm not playin' 'cause I don't play with nobody goddamn kid
+Know what I'm sayin'? I'm peeling niggas wigs
+I be sprayin' brothers with words
+'Cause I gotta spit proooob...
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+Tical... tical, tical
+Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
+What's that shit that they be smokin'? Tical... tical, tical
+Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+One two uh, one two one two
+One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)
+(Yeah, niggas better recognize... tical...)
+**************************************************
+I’ll Be There For You/You’re All I Need To Get By (Razor Sharp Mix)[Intro: Mary J. Blige]
+Like sweet morning dew
+I took one look at you
+And it was plain to see
+You were my destiny
+
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
+You're all (You're all)
+I need (All I need)
+To get by (To get by)
+Ahh (Ahh)
+You're all (You're all)
+I need (All I need)
+To get by (Yeah yeah)
+Ahh (Ooh ooh)
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Shorty, I'm here for you anytime you need me
+For real, girl, it's me in your world, believe me
+Nuttin' make a man feel better than a woman
+Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
+There are few things that's forever, my lady
+We can make war or make babies
+Back when I was nothin'
+You made a brother feel like he was somethin'
+That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
+Even when the skies were gray
+You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay"
+Now that's real to a brother like me, baby
+Never ever give my pussy away, and keep it tight, a'ight
+And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
+In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids
+Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife
+Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we
+Be livin' in the fuckin' lap of luxury
+I'm realizin' that you didn't have to fuck wit' me
+But you did, now I'm goin' all out, kid
+And I got mad love to give
+You my nigga
+
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
+You're all (You're all)
+I need (Oh oh)
+To get by (You're all)
+Ahh (All I need)
+You're all (You're all)
+I need (Oh oh)
+To get by (All I need)
+Ahh (All I need)
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man & Mary J. Blige]
+I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
+Five minutes alone, I'm already on the bone
+Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
+No need to shop around you got the good shit at home
+Even if I'm locked up North you in the world
+Rockin' three-fourths of cloth, never showin' your stuff off, boo
+It be true, me for you, that's how it is
+I can be your Noah, you can be my Wiz
+Then I could be your sun, you can be my earth
+Resurrect the god through birth, best believe
+
+[Bridge: Method Man & Mary J. Blige]
+You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
+If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real wit' you
+Lovin' your whole steez, it be in there, boo
+On top of that, you got the good power-U
+You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
+If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real wit' you
+Lovin' your whole steez, it be in there, boo
+On top of that, you got the good power-U
+(You're all ... I need ... to get by ... ahh)
+
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige]
+You're all (You're all)
+I need (All I need)
+To get by (Yeah yeah)
+Ahh (Ooh)
+You're all (You're all)
+I need (All I need)
+To get by (To get by)
+Ahh (Ahh)
+You're all (You're all)
+I need (All I need)
+To get by
+Ahh (You're all)
+You're all (You're all)
+I need (Oh)
+To get by (All I need)
+Ahh (All I need)
+You're all
+I need (Oh oh)
+To get by (You're all)
+Ahh (All I need)
+You're all (You're all)
+I need (Oh)
+To get by
+Ahh
+**************************************************
+What the Blood Clot!?![Intro: RZA, (Method Man), {Y-Kim the Ill Figure}]
+Shit is banging! You see what I'm saying? Our shit is banging!
+(Our shit is staining, son) Yo, Shaolin running this shit, son!
+Running this shit! (Staining) What's up, Y-Kim? 'Sup, nigga?
+{What's up, man? What's up?}
+What's up? Representing Brownsville
+Know I'm saying? Base, peace to all my Brownsville niggas!
+{The alcoholics son} What's going on, son?
+Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers!
+Bedford-Stuy, nigga!
+(Yeah, peace to the valley goat..)
+Peace to my Wild Wild West Brighton niggas! (Big up The Bridge!) Yeah, FUCK outta here, nigga
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+All I hear is gun shots
+Can I touch something? What the Blood Clot!?!
+Nigga want Tical, make it happen
+You know my fucking style, fuck the rapping
+We can take it back to '85 if you wanna start acting like you live
+It's all good, I'm rolling with my clique
+Owls, Backwoods and Phillies
+Smoking cess blunts, mixed with illy got me flustered
+Now the whole world looks dusted
+I'm in the area with the steel that never rusted
+For real, nigga touch it and you burn
+When will motherfuckers learn?
+What be spreading like a germ? Haha, it's Meth, word
+I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it
+I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message
+It be's no question it's them, bust the second guessings
+Keep your thoughts on your lessons
+What the Blood Clot!?!
+To tell the truth you don't amaze me
+Killa Hill Project, a Star Trek phaser couldn't faze me
+What? Check the Raider Ruckus, fuck this
+Smoke a Dutchmaster, have 'em screaming for the dutchess
+Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stack my papes
+If I don't do it for mydelf, I'ma do it for Kase
+'Cause that's my peoples
+I'm giving you injections that be lethal
+Weapons, when niggas start to half stepping, then I get evil
+But don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you
+I'm humble, a fucking Killa Bee, far from bumble
+I sting you - bzzz - and I bring you
+Thirty-six Chambers of head banger, bitch
+What ya deal with? I think the mic's on the fritz
+Faggot soundmen, they be sabotaging shit
+Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
+Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my fucking name
+What the Blood Clot!?!
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm saying?
+Keep it reals on this thing
+First of all I'd like to give a big up, peace and shout out
+To my brothers in the belly of the beast
+Raider Ruckus, we friends to the end and back again, baby. One love
+Gin Lover, Shitty Brown, Pus Head, Pil, the P.L.L
+Stack DAT, Dusty, Storm, Suu! We still in here, nigga
+Jamel, one love, baby, Nice
+Uncle Eric aka Shane, I ain't forget you, nigga
+Shakim, Nutt, Big Shaft, K. Fisk, Big Free from Cipher Heat
+All the fugitives on the run
+Everybody from Rikers Island to San Quentin
+And a big major shout out to my old dad who just got home on work release
+Keep your heads up niggas
+
+My people!
+
+(Yeah that nigga fucking Dirty Bastard, God, that nigga is crazy)
+Fucked with a napkin on his dick
+(laughter)
+**************************************************
+P.L.O. Style[Hook: Method Man & Carlton Fisk]
+P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls
+P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls
+P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls
+P.L.O. style
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Here comes the ruckus, the motherfucking ruckus
+Thousands of cut-throats and crumb-snatching fuckers
+Straight from the brain, I'll be giving you the pain, anger
+Coming from the 36th Chamber, bang!
+Tical, hitting with the Buddha-Fist style
+Shotgun slamming in your chestpiece, plow!
+Frame is blown all over the terrain
+Like a man without no arms you can't hang
+Time for a change of the guard
+You've been arrested for lyric fraud now you barred
+For real, check it, I pull strings like B.B. King on guitar
+I'm the true Fist of the North Star!
+
+[Verse 2: Carlton Fisk]
+Ooooooooh! What a tangled web we weave
+When first we practice to deceive
+Guns be clicking, running with my clan we be sticking
+Whatever, my street family stays together
+Represent what I invent, Killa Hill resident
+Rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent
+The street life is the only life I know
+I live by the code, style ‒ it's mad ‒ P.L.O
+Iranian thoughts and cover like an Arabian
+Grab the nigga on the spot and put a nine to his cranium
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man, Carlton Fisk]
+I can't get no satisfaction, niggas won't be lasting
+Long, unless they get protection for real
+Strong, coming with my Clan so what's happening
+Commercial rap, hate it with a passion
+The M-E-T-H-O-D got me drinking
+O.E. all night in a M.P.V
+Just maxing, looking for hoes, you know relaxing
+Bitches know the hour, it be time for some action
+P.L.O., peace to that nigga Berriano
+What up, Fisk? Take him to the bridge, Verrazano
+
+[Hook: Carlton Fisk]
+P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls
+P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls
+P.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the Owls
+P.L.O. style
+**************************************************
+Meth Vs. Chef[Intro]
+Your skill's worthy of a general
+If you want to fight, fight with me!
+One to one! Man to man!
+
+[Interlude: Lounge Lo (Raekwon)]
+Get ready to gel team!
+Live and direct from the one-six-ooh
+We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical!
+It's about to go on, Tical
+You make the call, I make the call
+It's all for all
+Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
+(count my shells)
+And there's about to be one left
+(count my shells, nigga)
+I know you know it's on kid
+(Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye
+Chiba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
+Niggas thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught
+A bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short
+Of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening
+Style, blowing up the spot like ballistic
+Missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven
+Tearing up the power-u, Meth-Tical
+A bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck
+Hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front
+Out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain
+Of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments
+A rugged vet, durable like a Champion sweat
+Wrap a power in a tec, to wet
+A nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases
+Sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head fever
+Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer
+Bobbing on my knob like an all day sucker
+Bitch!
+
+[Hook]
+Meth Vs. Chef
+Meth Vs. Chef (Let's bring this shit)
+Meth Vs. Chef (Yeah, one more time!)
+Meth Vs. Chef
+I blow your fuckin ass to death
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon the Chef]
+I'm goin all out kid no turnbacks
+You could try to front, get smoked and that's that
+Lyric assassin, dressed in black rugged
+Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then
+I go to war in a concrete jungle, making bundles
+Niggas act funny, and fumble
+But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly
+Niggas stay strapped, armed to die
+Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin
+Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop
+No question, cha-cha-BOW in the session
+Bloodshot in that direction, cypher
+Attack you like chess moves best move
+Yo, yeah, yo
+The boards, your ass
+'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uh!
+Attack the boards like chess moves, best move
+At Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew
+Live direct, yeah you better step
+Gunshots ring on the set
+Let's jet - motivate, to the gate
+With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle
+Airwaves, yo behave
+Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way
+**************************************************
+Say[Intro: Lauryn Hill & Method Man]
+Yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah
+Yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah (Yeah)
+Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Damn, I hate it when it rain
+Ever since I came in the game, some hated on the fame
+A lot of niggas done changed and started actin' strange
+Even labels turning they backs and started backin' lames
+Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin'
+These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name
+Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is
+Radio lyin' then, that ain't where the hip-hop live
+It lives in the streets, we eat to live, they livin' to eat
+I'm fed up, that nigga Ryderson, I'm givin him sleep
+R.I.P., make me the king of all I see
+And when death call, I'm good, I got call ID
+See it was Clan in the front, now they just gon' front
+Like my joints is on Proactiv, and they just don't bump (Come on, man)
+Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill
+When in fact, they all been programmed and lost they feel, for real
+
+[Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Method Man]
+They've got so much things to say right now
+They've got so much things to say, yeah
+They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah)
+They've got so much things to say, yeah (Yeah)
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Damn, another artist chokes again
+They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin
+See how niggas ain't your friends when there ain't no ends
+Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen
+I got what it takes to win, while y'all thinkin' I'm trash
+Lovin' the taste of success and this drink in my glass
+Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass
+'Til it's gone, quicker than Red, can't get rid of them crabs
+When they're wrong, call the cops, their credibility's shot
+It's time they learned what's hot really is and really is not
+Off-brand niggas, Meth gon' let 'em know off top
+Don't get smacked on DVDs, tryna show off Glocks
+I can't stop 'cause my enemies plot, or 'cause the cops want me
+Shackled and locked inside the penalty box
+And while they waitin' for my shit to flop
+They gettin' pimped like hoes, sellin' they ass just to get my spot, come on, man
+
+[Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Method Man]
+They've got so much things to say right now
+They've got so much things to say, yeah
+They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah)
+They've got so much things to say, yeah (Yeah)
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill
+Or been so hungry that they have to steal
+If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
+Then I'm back up in that trap, slingin' crack, it's real
+And that ain't worth the time, so search and find
+A new nerve and here's three words: stop working mine
+It take a lot more to hurt my pride, jerk my vibe
+More than media lies, cried when Dirt Dog died, nigga
+The last album, wasn't feelin' my style
+This time my foot up in they ass, bet they feelin' me now
+'Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do
+But somehow y'all find someway to give a whack review
+It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood
+Tryna tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
+Come on, man, until you dudes can write some rhymes
+Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines
+
+[Chorus: Lauryn Hill]
+They've got so much things to say right now
+They've got so much things to say, yeah
+They've got so much things to say right now
+They've got so much things to say, yeah
+
+[Outro: Lauryn Hill]
+Yeah
+Yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+**************************************************
+Break Ups 2 Make Ups[Intro: Method Man]
+You and I, 'til the day we die (Trackmasters)
+Yo, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Ex-girlfriend, how you been?
+I see you still tryna fuck with other women's men
+Remember when I first met you in my cousin's house?
+A week later, we was fuckin' on your mama couch
+Now it's been said that big girls, they don't cry (Uh)
+But they damn sure lie, look you in the eye, sayin' you they only
+You and I, 'til the day we die
+Said you'd never leave me lonely (Uh-huh)
+Fly tenderoni, but you phony
+Shoulda listened when my mama told me (Uh)
+Soon as I turned my back, you tried to fuck my homies
+That was then, this is now, I got a new friend
+Ever since I cut them loose ends, you wanna bone me
+Add strife to my life, pussy that'll make me think twice
+About leavin' the wife even, picture that
+You ain't want me when you had me
+Now you on your third baby daddy
+And you hate to see a nigga happy
+So you're tryin' mad ways to trap me (Oh, babe)
+Lookin' at my girl nasty, tryna throw the pussy at me (Uh)
+
+[Interlude]
+Now look at this bitch over here tryna act like me
+Uh-huh, fuck that bitch, she must like leftovers
+
+[Chorus: D'Angelo & Method Man]
+I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die)
+Every break up
+I'm still in love with you, babe
+Just to make up
+I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die)
+Oh, girl
+I'm still in love with you, babe
+I said that we...
+I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die)
+Break up
+Little bit of loving you, babe
+I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die)
+I'm still in love with you
+Little bit of loving you, babe
+Girl, I'm in love, girl (Yo, yo)
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+It's always you and your crusty-ass crew, be actin' new
+Let me find out you fuckin' with boo, and y'all gon' feel it
+Waitin' for the day that you front, and catch a lump
+From my black butterfly, that arm pack a lullaby
+Sleep on her, she said you bitches tried to creep on her
+In the mall and didn't know she had the reach on her
+Pearl-handle .22, my boo
+She go ahead and walk her dogs and represent Wu
+To the fullest, you and hon can shoot the fair one, I'll bring the bullets
+You know what I'm sayin'? Stop playin'
+You and them dyke-lookin' bitches actin' like y'all jumpin' somethin'
+Go 'head with that bullshit (Motherfucker)
+
+[Chorus: D'Angelo & Method Man]
+I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die)
+I'm still in love with you, babe
+I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die)
+I'm still in love with you, babe
+I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die)
+Little bit of loving you, babe
+I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die)
+Little bit of loving you, babe
+Oh, oh, oh, oh
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+Got tired of the games, the lies, the feeble alibis
+Now you fuckin' with the next guy, a thug nigga
+Derelict be actin' bugged, nigga
+Show this nigga mad love, but get no love, nigga?
+Stupid-ass
+Plus, I heard that he be beatin' on you
+I seen him at the club cheatin' on you (Uh)
+With your best friend, got you stressin'
+And used up, pull your shoes up
+All you need's affection
+But you're headed in the wrong direction
+Tryna make this nigga jealous, with other fellas
+All up in my face actin' overzealous (Uh-huh)
+Like you want somethin' from Meth, I hope it ain't love, girl
+'Cause I ain't got none left for you, plus you miserable
+And misery love company, shit, I'm livin' comfortably
+Don't need no nigga huntin' me down for fuckin' 'round
+With his kitty, talk to him
+Before my brother put a spark through him, won't be pretty
+The situation got my whole attitude shitty
+And got you actin' high saditty with your slut committee, you know I know
+So go find another sucker, yo
+I been there and been done that befo', and don't need it no mo'
+That's my word
+So go to your room with that there, word up
+And tell that big head nigga you run with to do the same
+
+[Chorus: D'Angelo & Method Man]
+I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die)
+I'm still in love with you, babe ('Cause I can do bad by my motherfuckin' self, you hear me?)
+I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die)
+I'm still in love with you, babe
+Every break up
+I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die)
+Just to make up
+Little bit of loving you, babe
+I'm still in love with you, babe (You and I, 'til the day we die)
+Said that we, yeah
+Little bit of loving you, babe
+Baby, please
+
+[Outro]
+Oh, oh, oh, oh (You and I, 'til the day we die)
+Baby, oh, oh, oh, oh (You and I, 'til the day we die)
+Baby
+**************************************************
+Straight Gutta[Verse 1: Streetlife]
+I’m from the killa killa hill, we keep it real consistent
+For that dollar dollar bill, we will murder you in an instant
+Fuck what your name is, you’ll be non-existent
+If you ever try to show any form of resistance
+I’m strong in the hood. I’m in a good position
+When I walk they salute, when I talk they all listen
+You acting the part like you in an audition
+Where shoot out’s in the parks is a daily tradition
+This is modern warfare, we play with live ammunition
+Shot you through your third eye, will change your whole disposition
+The body never lie, call me the mortician
+Every death has a story to tell, so pay attention
+Premonitions on my life, slip the banana clip in
+Never put your hat on the bed, I’m a little superstitious
+Got my black suit on, they say I am acting suspicious
+Big gun in my palm, look like my arm is missing
+
+[Hook: Redman]
+Ayo one MC two MC
+When my gun out, everybody goes down
+Word on the street, these boys get butter
+Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta
+Ayo one MC two MC
+When my gun out, everybody goes down
+Word on the street, these boys get butter
+Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta
+
+[Verse 2: Hanz On]
+Got my black suit on, we get malicious
+Hanz On checking in for the squad, he on his pivot
+Got them big guns, make ‘em disappear, call ‘em wizards
+Will oblige, till you meet your demise, this shit is physics
+Mr. Barka newest gee on the block, he is the shizit
+Suffer Mossberg wounds to ya frame, you move a smidgen
+Hanz rollin with the man he the Meth, pay you a visit
+Prerequisite have them all in the dirt. They all can get it
+Used to percolate the crack in the pot, until it dried
+Now I am occupying spots on your block, that shit is aye
+And when we popping off the gun at your top, we make it pie
+You better take another look at your seeds, and holla bye
+Yo as far as ma’fuckas concerned, yo this is it
+John Blaze press a button on dudes, they getting hit
+As far as guns & that street shit go, my niggas fit
+Hanz on with the cavalry yo, we in the mix
+
+[Hook: Redman]
+Ayo one MC two MC
+When my gun out, everybody goes down
+Word on the street, these boys get butter
+Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta
+Ayo one MC two MC
+When my gun out, everybody goes down
+Word on the street, these boys get butter
+Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta
+
+[Verse 3: Redman]
+I got 28 38’s 48 machine guns
+Wu-Tang recon, check out the retard
+I want that boat money carrying my green card
+Caesar planet of the grapes in the weed jar
+I'm straight gutta, mind on butta
+Everything dirty wear a rubber for the come up
+Block nigga shine like a 5D shutta
+Red, Hanz & Street run this mother
+
+[Verse 4: Method Man]
+We getting beaucoup scrilla
+My brothers on their grind
+Not another Columbine call me new school killa
+Scoop of French vanilla brought a duce duce with her
+I might pull a Lil Jon and let the bruce bruce hit her
+I’ll be gone till November gon' cry me a river
+You could die, but I figure I’ma try and be the bigger man
+I and my gorillas, they gonna fry em up for dinner
+Like them boys from Cypress Hill said (how I could just kill a man)
+
+[Hook: Redman]
+Ayo one MC two MC
+When my gun out, everybody goes down
+Word on the street, these boys get butter
+Fuck with me, nigga, cause this straight gutta
+**************************************************
+If Time Is Money (Fly Navigation)[Intro: Method Man]
+Uh, yeah
+Choose a side
+
+[Verse: Method Man]
+Look, vibe with me
+Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me
+Who kinda miss me can kindly miss me, you kinda iffy
+Don't know the history? I'm from the city of stop-and-frisk me
+The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me
+My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty"
+He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it's not a Biggie
+See my committee, block offici', it's not an ishy
+Or I'm too lazy to cross roads, if not, I'm busy
+It's not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference
+Between the tré and the dough boy, we bred different
+So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing
+If y'all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening
+So I be spittin' in barcode, nothin' left in the tap, dog
+And after the last call, the bar close
+This my Cohiba, cigar blow
+Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles
+But did I mention I'm sick and gotta be hardcore
+Hard-boiled, taking your base, that's what we ball for
+Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for
+Rappers stuck in limbo 'cause they were settin' the bar low
+Every time I rhyme on a track, it's like a convo
+King, we put the nine to your back, it's like you Rondo
+When it come to John, though, I'ma slaughter a John Doe
+Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo
+Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him
+Then come defeat, that's my beliefs and I stand on 'em
+Give you the beats, no Doc Dre or brands on 'em
+Some men want 'em, these verses hot and the fans want 'em
+I'm from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards
+I've been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers
+My meth bananas, bogus method, we call it bama
+Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas
+Na-nana-nana, I'm feelin' petty, but watch your manners
+Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda
+No type of slander but tell them hoes, "I'm not your Santa"
+Just want the body, nobody tryin' to pot-and-pan ya
+Cop scanners, a fuller house but we not the Tanners
+If shooters bringin' them Hawks out, then it's not Atlanta's
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+If time is money, I got time and time saved
+I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
+Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
+If time is money, I got time and time saved
+I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
+Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
+
+[Talking: Method Man]
+Choose a side
+Math vs Meth, Cival War
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+If time is money, I got time and time saved
+I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
+Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
+If time is money, I got time and time saved
+I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade
+Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
+**************************************************
+Mr. Sandman[Intro: RZA & Blue Raspberry]
+This is (Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream)
+Serious, the craziest, da-da
+(Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream)
+Day-da, danger, dangerous style
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Lyrical shots from the Glock
+Bust bullet holes on the charts
+I want the number one spot
+What's the science? I'm a giant
+New York defiant, brutal like domestic violence
+Silence of the Lambs, occurred when I slammed in
+Program the jams to be fat as Ralph Kramden
+Others come with shit as silly as Art Carney
+But my technique tranquilizes more kids than Barney
+Remedy for stress is three bags of sess
+A day at my rest playin' chess, yes
+My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn
+When you ain't lookin', I take the queen with the rook then
+I get vexed, layin' phat tracks on Ampex
+Puffin' skunk, gettin' drunk off of Triple X
+Ballantine's, I got more love than Valentine
+The violent mind, I blast wit' a silent nine
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck & Method Man]
+My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support short
+Brains get stained like tablecloths when I let off
+Powerful poetry pushed past the point of no return
+Leavin' mics with third-degree burns
+Let me at 'em, I grip your style like a spasm
+Drag 'em through the mud then I bag 'em
+We're screamin' hardcore, hip-hop drips out my pores
+And I be raw, for four score plus seven more
+I strike like a bowling ball, holdin' y'all hostage like jail
+Electrifyin' like the third rail
+Beats are smashed with paragraphs of ruckus
+Wu-Tang! Clan ain't nothin' to fuck wit'
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+Hot time, summer in the city
+My people represent, get busy
+The heat-seeker, on a mission from hell's kitchen
+I gets in where I fits in for head-touchin', listen
+Enemy is the industry, got me flippin'
+I don't give a fuck! Tell that bitch and her nigga
+I'm killin', snipin', catchin' murder cases
+Desert Stormin', I be searchin' for oasis
+As I run a mile wit' a racist
+Pullin' swords, hit the Billboard wit' a bullet
+Peace to the number seven
+Everybody else get the fo'-nine-three-eleven
+
+[Chorus: Method Man & Blue Raspberry]
+Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream
+I don't know what's going on, if you can take us there
+
+[Verse 4: Streetlife]
+Yo, watch me bang the headpiece, there's no survival
+My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
+Murder, underground beef for the burger
+P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of
+I switch, the city never sleeps, life's a bitch
+I shit, runnin' through bitches like Emmitt Smith
+Caution, niggas best to be careful crossin'
+The street, before they end up layin' in a coffin
+Don't sleep, niggas tend to forget, however
+Peep this — my nigga Kase lives forever
+
+[Verse 5: Carlton Fisk]
+What evil lurks in the heart of men?
+It be the Shadow, street-life, flowin' again
+I had a plot, scheme, I knew for sure
+Only one kick would knock the hinges off the door
+The dread tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck
+Thirteen pounds on the table plus a tech
+Just when I said, "Where the fuck's the C.R.E.A.M.?"
+Another dread came out the kitchen with the M-16
+He tried to cock it, blast three shots like rockets
+Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket
+My move for the table was swift, I got my hostage
+(The nigga tried to stab you, God!) but I dodged it
+Niggas said, "Carlton, you's a ill motherfucker"
+'Cause I made it look like they both killed each other
+And I'm out
+
+[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
+Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream
+Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream
+
+[Outro: Method Man & RZA]
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+Tical
+**************************************************
+Built For This (2018 Mix)Build For This Remix
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+
+Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon
+They coming for me, time is money no Audemar
+See bar-for-bar, I keep it pushing no R&R
+No foreign broads and no promotion for foreign cars
+The game is ours, let’s keep it funky who said he was
+Like Staten Island, Italians bleed spaghetti sauce
+If y'all ain't shaking or stacking than y'all already lost
+Already cross the light, Christ I'm ready for em
+Plus anybody that saying no, I’m taking numbers
+I’m taking names, I’ll take your chain take this hunger
+Pain, pain, pain
+Then you feel the thunder and rain I don’t talk it like the rainbow
+I get it done and the game y’all
+Do me a favor, don’t ever play with my ball
+Never been a player-hater I just ain't playing with y'all
+You watching lame but look I’m taking the charge
+Going hard will get you two shots now I’m facing the charge
+
+[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]
+Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
+They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
+But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
+Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
+
+[Verse 2: 2Pac]
+Now, ever since a nigga was a seed
+Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary
+Still ballin', ridin' on these niggas ‘cause they lame
+In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game
+Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug nigga
+Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
+Tell me if it's on, nigga, then we first to bomb, bust
+On these bitch-made niggas, hit 'em up
+Westside! Ain't nobody loved me as a broke nigga
+Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas
+I love my females strapped, then fuck her from the back
+I get my currency in stacks, California is where I'm at
+Ridin', passed by while these niggas wondered why
+I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
+Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed
+For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead; a nigga still ballin'
+
+[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]
+
+Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
+They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
+But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
+Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
+
+[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
+The world is mine nigga get back
+Don't mess with my stack the gauge is racked
+About to drop the bomb I'm the Westcoast don
+Big fish in a small pond
+Now the feds trying to throw they book at the crook
+But I shook they worm and they hook
+Guppies hold they breath. They want to miss me when I'm tipsy
+Running everything westside of the Mississippi
+Its the unseen, pulling strings with my pinky ring
+We got your woman, pucker up 'fore we fuck her up
+Bow down before I make a phone call
+Got 25 niggas running up on y'all
+For the cheese we want them keys
+Everybody freeze on your knees, butt naked please
+Before any of you guppies get heart
+Nigga rewind my part fool
+
+[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]
+
+Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
+They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
+But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
+Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
+
+[Verse 4: 2Pac]
+Now everybody wanna see us dead
+Two murdered on the front page
+Shot to death, bullets to the head
+Niggas holla out my name and it's similar to rape
+Motherfuckers know I'm comin', so they runnin' to they graves
+Watch! Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound
+‘Cause Trick don't give a fuck
+Where you coward niggas now?
+Blast, keep pumpin', ain't worried about nothin'
+Busters thought we was frontin'
+So reload and keep dumpin'; still ballin'
+
+[Verse 5: Eazy-E]
+
+Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
+Of sand drop from the hourglass
+It's how much time I got left on this planet
+Some motherfucker's gotta die!
+I'm an evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up
+I'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up
+See, my momma...she was wrong when I was born
+That a nigga like E should'a never been born
+Too late, big mistake in '72
+It's '92, now the year of code blue
+15 hours..11 minutes..30 seconds
+I'm a motherfuckin' wreck
+Gonna pay back niggas who did me wrong in the past
+My days ain't long
+I'm comin' strong and fast
+Lock up 8 niggs..kill up 10 pigs
+Innocent and fuckers are also dyin, too
+Now what else can I do?
+Fuck, fuck, fuck and plant my seeds
+Leavin' kids in this world like me
+The lunatic psycho mutherfucka Eazy-E
+
+[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]
+Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
+They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
+But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
+Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
+**************************************************
+Biscuits[Intro]
+What? What you want?
+Represent represent represent
+Yeah, represent, check it out check it out
+
+[Hook]
+Yo mama don't wear no drawers!
+I saw her when she took them off!
+Standing on the welfare line
+Eating swine trying to look fine, with her stank behind
+You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast
+Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass
+
+[Verse 1]
+Are you ready, to face the consequences and suffer?
+I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
+Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it
+And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I swing it
+Get lost, I break you off something
+I'm pumping, like a Reebok, with a pump
+From the jump and, you was nothing
+Bet you thought you fucking clan had ya back but they was fronting
+Smoking dirt blunts and fucking nasty sluts and
+You just a naked gun without the bullet, what you busting
+Get your ship sunken, fucking with a drunken
+Master disaster at any rap functions
+
+[Interlude]
+Just an echo, yoo-hoo
+We be living in the valley yoo-hoo
+It may be difficult to bring back
+Sweet memories of you
+And you can even ask your crew
+Bet your bottom dollar that they tell ya fast
+Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass
+
+[Verse 2]
+Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?
+You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya
+36 chambers, be out, you'se in danger
+Let me pull your brain out your ass with a hanger
+Didn't momma tell ya not to talk to a stranger?
+Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler
+Just recline, keep the Meth in mind
+I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time
+What? And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass
+All up and down the block, the street, that ave
+Whatever, smoking on a Spike Lee joint
+Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hoping niggas get the point
+Cause they could never, stop the veteran, word to God
+When I'm severing the head of a mental vegetarian
+The Method, at the weed gate, with a long line of credit
+If you desire fire, I be the first to set it
+Off, flame on like the Human Torch
+Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store
+You can eat it all and it'll tell you fast
+Meth-Tical got STYLE for your nasty ass
+
+[Outro]
+94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize
+Wu-Tang killer bee
+The RZA and the Method MZA
+Raider Ruckus, where you at?
+**************************************************
+Judgement Day[Intro: Method Man]
+First, there was the collapse of civilization
+Anarchy, genocide, starvation
+Then, when it seemed like shit couldn't get any more fucked up
+We got the Plague, the Living Death
+Closing his icy grip around the whole planet
+Then the rumors started
+The last hardcore MCs were working on the cure, that would end the pestilence
+Why?
+I like the death
+I like the misery
+I like this world
+The Final Frontier
+These are the voyages of the Starship Tical
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+As I walk in the shadow of death
+Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
+Your host this evening, Mr H-O-T
+N-I-X, you get splashed with the TEC
+Nobody go 'til the god say so
+You got a second or more to run for the door
+Before I blow back off the map, contact
+You didn't know Stat' could get down like that
+Who want them test rocket launcher, yes
+Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def
+Cats is dead wrong, song's too long
+Get swung on, can't we all get along?
+See my pinkie, see my thumb
+See that kid with the pump shotgun?
+Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
+Hmm, now what's this? Smell like fish
+Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
+You need to douche out your style, no doubt
+Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
+Prum-prum-prum on my Shaolin drum
+Niggas don't dare to step in the square
+Kids ain't playing over here, playa
+Only one way, and that's my way
+Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day
+
+[Chorus]
+Ten let the countdown begin
+Nine, I was born in the mind
+Eight, take the head of a snake
+Seven, behold Armageddon
+Six, ain't no love for the rich
+Five, only strong will survive
+Four, 'cause we live by the sword
+Three, plus sixty degrees
+Two, for the black and the blue
+One, for the sun
+Step into millennium
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+The name of this one is "Judgement Day"
+No more B.S., can't come out and play
+Don't blame me, blame society
+Type of chemistry for a live MC
+Hands in the air like you just don't care
+You all get a share, there's a party over here
+Year 2000, keep bouncin'
+T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin'
+New York's finest, still wilding
+Shaolin, at the full moon howling
+Get 'til it's gone, Killa Bee kills
+Only time will reveal like the words in the song
+'Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel
+Niggas don't got to pay my bills
+P.L.O., pack the slingshot flow
+Plant the seed, let the garden grow
+And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine
+Darts pierce your heart like the Valentine
+This my "Tale From the Crypt," that's sick
+Bloodbath, body bags and shit
+UFC fighting championships
+G.I. Joes with the kung-fu grip
+Now you don't dare, to step in the square
+Kids ain't playing over here, playa
+Only one way, and that's my way
+Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day
+Come on, I said come on
+
+[Chorus]
+Ten let the countdown begin
+Nine, I was born in the mind
+Eight, take the head of a snake
+Seven, behold Armageddon
+Six, ain't no love for the rich
+Five, only strong will survive
+Four, 'cause we live by the sword
+Three, plus sixty degrees
+Two, for the black and the blue
+One, for the sun
+Step into millennium
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+As I walk in the shadow of death
+Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
+Your host this evening, Mr H-O-T
+N-I-X, you get splashed with the TEC
+Nobody go 'til the god say so
+You got a second or more to run for the door
+Before I blow back off the map, contact
+You didn't know Stat' could get down like that
+Who want them test rocket launcher, yes
+Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def
+Cats is dead wrong, song's too long
+Get swung on, can't we all get along?
+See my pinkie, see my thumb
+See that kid with the pump shotgun?
+Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
+Hmm, now what's this? Smell like fish
+Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
+You need to douche out your style, no doubt
+Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
+Prum-prum-prum on my Shaolin drum
+Niggas don't dare to step in the square
+Kids ain't playing over here, playa
+Only one way, and that's my way
+Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day
+
+[Chorus]
+Ten let the countdown begin
+Nine, I was born in the mind
+Eight, take the head of a snake
+Seven, behold Armageddon
+Six, ain't no love for the rich
+Five, only strong will survive
+Four, 'cause we live by the sword
+Three, plus sixty degrees
+Two, for the black and the blue
+One, for the sun
+Step into millennium (Uh, uh)
+
+[Outro]
+Ten
+Nine
+Eight
+Seven
+Six
+Five
+Four
+Three
+Two
+One
+Step into millennium (Uh, uh)
+Let the countdown begin
+I was born in the mind
+Take the head of a snake
+Behold Armageddon
+Ain't no love for the rich
+Only strong will survive
+'Cause we live by the sword
+Plus sixty degrees
+For the black and the blue
+For the sun
+Judgement Day
+**************************************************
+Got to Have It[Intro: Method Man]
+Sing it bitch... oh boy...
+Niggas... ha-ha... ladies... yeah
+Oh boy, come on... yeah...
+This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") yeah
+
+[Method Man]
+I got to have that new shit, new whip, blue six, now who this?
+Windows half down, bumping Wu shit, the truth is
+This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") hell yeah
+I got to have them big props, big rocks, glisten in the wrist watch
+Tick-tock, and make a pit stop to cop a zip-lock
+This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuck yeah
+I got to have that seat next to Oprah, Bentley with the chaffeur
+Rum and cola spilling on a million dollar sofa
+This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") hell yeah
+I got to have my next pair of fresh Air's, dress me in the best wears
+Meth, yeah, want respect, then he want his check cleared
+This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuck yeah
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+Now if it's something I, want, no need for me to front
+Why stunt? Better notify them niggas from the dump
+Oh, yeah, I got to have it (have it)
+And, oh, yo, I got to have it (have it)
+If it's something I, need, don't have to beg or pleed
+My weed, got 'em high, just look at they eyes bleed
+Oh, yeah, I got to have it (have it)
+And, oh, yo, I got to have it (have it)
+
+[Method Man]
+Yeah, I got to have that mansion and the yacht
+The room to park the phantom on the yacht
+E, watch me leave them haters on the dock, yeah
+This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") damn right
+I got to have them pop bottles, shots hollow, plus the next top model
+Staring down they nostrils in them Ferragamo goggles
+This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuckin' a'
+I got to have a new spot to live, a few props to give
+One for each verse I did, with 2Pac and B.I.G., y'all
+This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") damn right
+I got have V.S. cuts, a jet plus, a marijuana dealer with the best stuff
+You know that Meth puff, y'all, and guess what?
+This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuckin' a
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Method Man]
+I got to have the fast car, the crash bar, place to stash the heaters
+In the dash board, and then I need no limits on that black card
+This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") hell yea
+I got to have them verses and them hooks, plus a little paper off the books
+And a Playboy bunny that can cook, nigga
+This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuck yea
+I got to have the first glass in first class, button up Cavalli
+On the shirt tag, and honey with that Louis on the purse bag
+This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") hell yea
+I got to have them hardcore beats, and Loose Linx that all play for keeps
+When we mobbing on these New York streets, nigga
+This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuck yea
+
+[Hook 2X]
+**************************************************
+Sweet Love[Produced by True Master]
+
+[Intro: Streetlife]
+Excuse me gorgeous..
+
+[Verse 1: Streetlife]
+Just maxing, looking for hoes, y'know, relaxing
+Met this redbone Jasmine, midtown Manhattan
+Shot a verb, that tranked her nerves, calm words
+Massaged the mentals, made her pussycat purr
+Sweet Love you look miraculous, brown-eyed passionate
+High cheek-boned, Tommy Girl cologne you smashing it
+Jump in, take a spin, destination Staten
+I have you home by ten, shorty started laughing
+She replied, "Street, you ever ride while you drive?"
+I looked puzzled, and said, "Nah baby, why?"
+She pressed up, grabbed my dick, threw her dress up
+Cocked her legs, cold fucked my head up
+Now I'm deep in it, flying past the speed limit
+Out of control, still whipping it, steadily hitting it
+Deep stroking, one hand on the wheel, blunt smoking
+Loving how it feel, sweet Love you got me open, what?
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+Love is love, love, love is love, love
+Love is love, love, love is love, love
+We connected like a train from the first ordeal
+I stepped to her with the passion as I kept things real
+But like, sex was on my mind like, cum was in my pants
+I flashed my fronts on her, like if I had a chance
+She said, "Ain't you Cappadonna from the Wu-Tang Clan?"
+I said, "Yeah, mad gear plus the small white van
+Sweet Love, I want your pussy can I be your man?
+Stripped to the bare essentials let me fuck you if I can
+Sweet Love, from your nipples to your pussy nub"
+Sweet Love, love is Love, love is love Love
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+It's a full moon, we in the bedroom
+Thoughts consumed by the passion
+Slow jam tunes and body action
+My finger's on the clit splashing
+Your pussy lips got you spazzing
+Love juices, marinating in your satins
+Sexy ass, I gets 'em like my old dad I love my women bad
+With just a little touch of class
+You'se the star by far, look at you ma
+Shake your thang-thang girlfriend, you cherchez la femme
+Whattup, went to beat it up, I'm not the one to eat it up
+But the type to hit it raw dawg and seed it up
+We talk without sayin nuttin'
+You told me if I came through you'd gimme som'thin'
+Now we locking ass, pulling hair and talking trash
+How you like it, slow or fast?
+She said, "I like it when it last"
+No doubt, you got the best trout there can be
+Not an everyday, average, Chicken of the Sea
+Candidate for H.I.V, you'd rather deal with monogamy
+Queen to be held, Black Mahogany
+You're 'bout to bust damn it
+Sugar walls coming down, now you can't stand it
+You've been touched
+That's when I felt the blood rush
+Getting closer and closer with every thrust, take me there
+Volcano's about to erupt, I love you much
+Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts
+**************************************************
+G’d Up[Intro: Method Man]
+Allah Math, dig it
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+My block is G'd up, the cops is racist
+Staircases is peed up, haters get beat up
+Woman are getting eat up
+Look at this paper don't need much
+But still need a calculator to keep up
+Je-sus; I'm doing me, B.I.G
+Hit Lil Cease up after I hit this tree up
+Me, I get my cheese up
+Puff the buddha, I get my Chi up
+My team in the building until the lease up
+Look, you think this method ain't pro-lific then pro-hibit
+See, I'm the witted but like my daddy, no different
+A go-getter, I go get it, now go figure
+Without no figures, no gold cards, no gold diggers
+To quote Jigga, I goes hard, I blow Swishers
+I blow that trigger, your whole squad can go wit'cha
+Ay, Dio mío, I'm a hell of a flow spitter
+You ain't my people, I don't care if you know RZA
+'Cause at the end of the day
+I'm a problem, boy, stay out of my way
+Now if you see me in the streets, you better give me my space
+And if I beat you to the punch, I punch you dead in your face
+
+[Pre-Hook Sample]
+Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
+Caked out
+The Corleone connection in all selection
+Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
+Caked out
+The Corleone connection in all selection
+Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
+Caked out
+The Corleone connection in all selection
+Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit
+And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit
+
+[Hook: Mzee Jones]
+Drink sippin', no slippin', weed, women
+No kidding, big business, tops missing
+Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin'
+Welcome to the big boy life
+Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching
+Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin', rollie copin'
+Wig rockin', big talking, cash dropping
+Welcome to the big boy life - yeah
+
+[Verse 2: R-Mean]
+Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
+We known to do this
+The flow is losing, it's so abusive
+Was born a Christian but Joe the truth is that dough is Jewish
+I over do this, fuck a moderation
+Homie we focused, my camp Auschwitz with the concentration
+Meth-Tical, R-Dash, Allah Math
+Step in my shoes and leave footprints in God's path
+These surfaces try to divert us away from a higher purpose
+I look emcees in their eyes, you looking kind of nervous
+But we knowing the mean, the leader's showing ya
+King of kings, Haile Selassie, Ethiopia
+Blunt condition chronic and I don't mean that pneumonia
+So shorty you and your friend
+I'm bout to leave with the both of ya
+She tell me that she need me
+They always come right back
+Bitches get repo'd quicker than Tyga's Lamborghini
+We eating lobster and shrimp
+Rappers is Ramadan
+Too raw, I shouldn't spit without a condom on
+The type of rookie that's respected by the veterans
+'Cause dog I ain't a rookie, I'm a motherfucking veteran
+Light up the medicine, just know you've been warned
+'Cause when the killer bees starting to swarm, you know it's on
+
+[Pre-Hook Sample]
+Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
+Caked out
+The Corleone connection in all selection
+Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
+Caked out
+The Corleone connection in all selection
+Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped
+Caked out
+The Corleone connection in all selection
+Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit
+And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit
+
+[Hook: Mzee Jones]
+Drink sippin', no slippin', weed, women
+No kidding, big business, tops missing
+Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin'
+Welcome to the big boy life
+Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching
+Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin', rollie copin'
+Wig rockin', big talking, cash dropping
+Welcome to the big boy life - yeah
+**************************************************
+Uh Huh"Bus driver -- this here gal refused to give me her seat!"
+
+[Intro: Method Man]
+Everybody... huh, yeah
+Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now, uh, yeah, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+What up my people equal?, this be Tical: The Prequel
+Shine up the desert eagle, light up that extra lethal
+I mean that "ooh wee", three years and two g's
+I'm back with new trees, I wrapped in loose leafs
+While y'all was just rappin', who get the set crackin'?
+Just like a neck snappin', let's get this next platinum
+What's happ'n Def Jam? Remember Meth Man?
+I held your hand through them years when y'all was stressed, fam
+That's why I still love you and Russell still hustle
+Let's get to pumpin' iron, and flex some real muscle
+Up in this bitch due, my click is Rick Rude
+And I ain't got the ivory, this ain't the flick, dude
+Somebody told me, y'all can't hold me
+Naughty By Nature, do my dirt all by my lonely
+You need back off bitch, you don't know me
+Got to leave these hoes alone, they too nosey
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Meth is killin', M.C. killin'
+What more can I say, stop grillin'
+That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood
+And since y'all understood... would you?
+Would you? Would you? Would you?
+Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
+That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Ok, the love issue, don't let that love get you
+My brothers love pistol, doin' they thug dizzle
+Bet y'all ain't know, did you? That I'm a pro, did you?
+Until the flow hit you, fuck it, I'm official
+Bone wit more gristle, thrown from chrome nickel
+Place that don't tickle, can't wait to zone wit you
+I'm hard as stone chisel, Meth got his own little
+Formula to go triple -- for shizzle
+Y'all know my occupation, I'm puttin' in the work
+So any imitation, I'm puttin' in the dirt
+That shit is aggravatin', why y'all procrastinatin'
+I got some massive waitin', and she probably masturbatin'
+Welcome to New Yitty, where half is two fifty
+If I got a problem, then that's one problem too many
+So don't tempt me, I'll bust until I'm empty
+Swiftly, that way, I get the chance to take you with me, muthafucka!
+
+[Chorus]
+Meth is killin', M.C. killin'
+What more can I say, stop grillin'
+That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood
+And since y'all understood... would you?
+Would you? Would you? Would you?
+Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
+That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+Yo, I got style, H rap round, back up and back down
+Act up, we back clown, last up to bat now
+It's me Ticallion, swing like Barry Bonds
+Mommy got a ratty thong, happy cuz daddy gone
+Turn it up it a little bit, a notch, and it'll get
+Cook it once the griddle gets so hot, good lookin' kid
+Ok, now where was I? Prepared, was I
+Your man broke his jaw tryin' to say what I
+Say on this mic, not a day in your life, could ya
+Say I ain't nice, could ya? If I ain't nice, would ya?
+Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come her, she stuntin'
+Can hear me "cummin'" like my dick's in her ear or somethin'
+I put that on my momma, she put that on her kids
+He put that chrome on your dome and blowed ya fuckin' wig
+That's how it is, ask Bobby Dig'
+We back on your block, with 'nuff shots to give, muthafucka!
+
+[Chorus]
+Meth is killin', M.C. killin'
+What more can I say, stop grillin'
+That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood
+And since y'all understood... would you?
+Would you? Would you? Would you?
+Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
+That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
+Meth is killin', M.C. killin'
+What more can I say, stop grillin'
+That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood
+And since y'all understood... would you?
+Would you? Would you? Would you?
+Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
+That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
+**************************************************
+The Purple Tape[Intro: Method Man]
+I, fifty-eight, fifty-seven
+Yeah, got you
+A'ight, ayy
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Lace your boots up, tracks get looped up
+The chocolate deluxe gets scooped up
+All my pigeons is cooped up, Wu's up, W's up
+If y'all ain't with us, chuck a deuce up, and let us do us
+Break a promise but not my group up
+Veterans is dying and used up
+Let's see if they can hang, I'm already tying the snoose up (Ah)
+I'm too hot, if you not, get you stuffed (Stuffed)
+Get you touched and get you shot or you cut (Damn)
+Young buck, I'm just trying to toughen you up (Yeah)
+Can't let you hustle with us, y'all ain't struggled enough (Nah)
+Y'all been cuddled too much, maybe mothered too much
+So the burner giving out loans, here's a couple of bucks
+Had a couple of scuffs, I ain't saying I'm perfect (Yeah)
+And I ain't cursing the rhyme but I wrote it in cursive (Woo)
+Quote the verses, boy I flow with a purpose
+Get that prometh' and the soda, come with the purchase
+
+[Chorus: Method Man & Rae Smith]
+Who is that up in the building?
+Hashtag we still win
+Raekwon, no relation to Chef though, but still trend
+My youngin' tell 'em it's them
+Wu-Tang is for the children
+They bugging, tell 'em again
+Wu-Tang is for the children
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Lab with the pole, she slide down, I'm in the basement counting faces
+Drunk on the slouch, count the spaceships
+Jewelry to my knee caps, breathe stacks whores & sleestacks
+H-S-B see me getting g-packs, herringbones, mad stones in 'em
+The voice is olive green, three doors, I'm on and bring my goons home
+Puma's on, points like unicorns, fuming in uniforms
+What you wanna do with me? Just sue me homes
+Yeah, half Mike, half Nike, handle got grip
+Got monkey's out here ready to flip
+We pull a stunt, grab knots, push cops, just for vengeance
+For killing that real shit independence
+Far glowing like blonde hair, probably where the way it be rolling
+Let's catch a check y'all, bring the broads here
+Until the sun burn out, ain't nobody eating (Nigga)
+We on your block now, Glock up or call the precinct
+
+[Chorus: Method Man & Rae Smith]
+Who is that up in the building?
+Hashtag we still win
+Raekwon, no relation to Chef though, but still trend
+My youngin' tell 'em it's them
+Wu-Tang is for the children
+They bugging, tell 'em again
+Wu-Tang is for the children
+Who is that up in the building?
+Hashtag we still win
+Raekwon, no relation to Chef though, but still trend
+My youngin' tell 'em it's them
+Wu-Tang is for the children
+They bugging, tell 'em again
+Wu-Tang is for the children
+
+[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
+Deck performing on the track, call him Jeff Gordon
+I'm still buzzin', this is Hennessey the next morning
+They upset talking, I'm yes y'allin for checks
+Boss on the set, you acting like my ex calling
+Ain't that a bitch, not the five or the six
+I rock seven on my back, that's Kaepernick
+I dazzle like a magic trick, fabulous swordsmen
+Sort of like abortion, I ain't having it
+S-I ready for action, heavily cashing
+We set for whatever, what's happening?
+Cold like the weather in Aspen, flow everlasting
+Four, five, six, your head's crackin'
+Just a fifth of E&J, plus a eighth of green
+No promethazine but I make 'em lean
+I'm running with the real, y'all chasing dreams
+While the crowd go wild for they favorite team
+
+[Chorus: Method Man & Rae Smith]
+Who is that up in the building?
+Hashtag we still win
+Raekwon, no relation to Chef though, but still trend
+My youngin' tell 'em it's them
+Wu-Tang is for the children
+They bugging, tell 'em again
+Wu-Tang is for the children
+Who is that up in the building?
+Hashtag we still win
+Raekwon, no relation to Chef though, but still trend
+My youngin' tell 'em it's them
+Wu-Tang is for the children
+They bugging, tell 'em again
+Wu-Tang is for the children
+**************************************************
+Dirty Mef[Intro: Method Man (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
+Expect the unexpected, motherfucker, let's go, come on
+Yeah, M-E-F, hahahaha, special guest
+(Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck)
+Hahahaha.. yeah..
+
+[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach
+You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit
+One verse, and leave in a new Benz vert
+Take a trip down south and put some hoes to work, you hear me
+Dirt McGirt, you niggas gon' respect it
+I'm drunk and crunk so don't come in my direction
+I'm ready to thump, and get the whole crew arrested
+Bail 'em out, and laugh about it in Texas, yo
+And get with Rome, down in Caki-Lac
+And hit the spot, in the hood where the happenings at
+Where the shootin' and the fightings and the stabbings at
+Where the Lincolns and the Chevys and the Cadi's at, shit
+Them down south niggas been loved Dirt
+Take a shot to the head, if you been through the worse
+Show respect to your niggas, who been doin' it first
+And be comin' with that shit, I'm just doin' the worse
+
+[Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Method Man)]
+Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach
+You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit
+(Yo, you don't wanna ride with Meth, you still sniffing coke
+Even if you tried your best, yo, I can spit)
+
+[Method Man]
+Yeah, damn, I'm just like Dirt in the booth
+I'm the truth, I don't need to go to church in a suit
+Each verse is the proof, I drink a 100 Proof
+Cop searching the coup, I got some herb in my boot
+When Wu is coming through, the outcome: critical
+Fucking with this style, the outcome: get physical
+Meth get lyrical, and y'all can get my genitals
+Don't forget them 8 essentials, vitamins & minerals
+Heh, ya'meen, I'm taking one for the team
+Like Martin Luther King, taking one for a dream
+I'm dope, to many fiends, live by many means
+If you don't stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything
+That's real shit, let's get this money real quick
+Dirt Dog, I'm feeling this, but I'd rather feel rich
+I mean filthy rich, I'm corporate now
+Big Meth, the label's Def, that's why I talk so loud, nigga
+
+[Hook 2X]
+
+[Hook 2X<: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
+Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck...
+**************************************************
+Method Man (Remix)[Intro]
+Fat dub sack! Remix of Method Man for ya one time. Yeah
+
+[Hook]
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+
+[Verse 1]
+Hey you get off my cloud
+See me get raw with my southpaw style
+Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba
+It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the Buddha
+Monk on the hunt for machine gun funk
+I gets you open like a slug from the shotgun pump
+Double-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper
+Partner, you ain't got no wins in mi casa
+Straight up, you movin' too fast so baby wait up
+Took one, added seven more now you eight up
+Get on down wit' your bad self
+Get on down, listen to the sound, come on
+Few can ever get this ultimate legit
+See you all up in my ass
+But you don't know shit, uh-huh
+What's your definition of a real emcee
+From what you dedicated, hey it must be me
+Meth-Tical, a rude descendant of the loud hip-hop
+I go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop
+Give me the green light, and the sign one way
+Have you had your meth today?
+Huh, move it in, move it out
+Stick it in, pull it out
+Shake it up, shake it down
+Come on down, Meth-Tical
+Oh I hope and pray that I will
+But today I am still
+Just a...
+
+[Hook]
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+
+[Verse 2]
+Rrrappers can't get with the style, extra wicked
+Rap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit
+A tisket, a tasket I'm not tryin' to have it
+Might show up, stun 'em and run 'em when they raggin'
+Those who test it, respect it, the method
+You know I can't be messed with, I'm hectic, accept it
+I'll break it down, I get down for my crown
+Filthy, dirty like a worm underground
+Tryin' to avoid the early bird, that's my word
+Before I kick the bucket I'm a kick 'em to the curb
+Check out the cloud, smoked out from the mouth
+Other brothers got mad fly, flew south for the (winter)
+Hey, enter the square if you dare
+Without a flaw, I'm so raw that I'm rare
+I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair
+To see the senorita, with flowers in her hair
+And get mine, cause she love me long time
+Bartender bring more wine
+Get in line for the...
+
+[Hook]
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
+
+[Outro]
+Wu-Tang, killer bees on the swarm, it ain't safe no more
+P.L.O. Style. 1993 to '94, the rugged raw
+And we out
+
+(Sample from  Shaolin & Wu-Tang)
+It's our secret! Never teach the Wu-tang
+**************************************************
+We Some Dogs[Hook: Mr. Porter]
+If I'm a dog, then we some dogs
+We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog
+Girl don't waste that swallow it all
+We just some dogs, we just some dogs
+If I'm a dog, then we some dogs
+We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog
+Girl don't waste that swallow it all
+We just some dogs, we just some dogs
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+By any means necessary, it's on
+Bitch, your fucking with a dog, all I wanna do is bury some bones
+Take a piss on a tree and I'm gone
+Girlfriend don't get it wrong
+I hate to be the one to shit on your lawn
+But I ain't got my dog license I ain't nothing nice
+And I ain't never met a piece of pussy I ain't liking
+Sugar and spicing
+Kicked up with ice and
+You can do anything with these hoes
+Except housewife them
+Like snoop said "it ain't nothing but a G thing"
+Got a bitch in my bed, in nothing but a g-string, so peep game
+Who the lucky female to taste these
+Snips and snails and puppy dog tails huh?
+You're messing with me, I'm messing with you
+I'm a dog trick I chase cats like Peppy La Pu
+Dead on shit My life's like a Holiday Inn
+If my girl act up I'm gunna fuck her friend
+If I'm a what...
+
+[Hook: Mr. Porter]
+If I'm a dog, then we some dogs
+We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog
+Girl don't waste that swallow it all
+We just some dogs, we just some dogs
+If I'm a dog, then we some dogs
+We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog
+Girl don't waste that swallow it all
+We just some dogs, we just some dogs
+
+[Verse 2: Redman]
+I'm a dog motherfucker, I walk on all fours
+Find where you live at, shit on your porch, Redman is hungry
+Don't leave the food out, I'm pumped like a Pamela Anderson boob job
+Straight up bulldog, mixed with a Shizhsu
+Cause I bullshit, party a little bit
+Swim with the shark, you're bound to drown
+My weed is like green, and yours brown
+The doctor the dog, from Cali to Georgia
+When cats meow with noting on top they halter
+I don't have Yesmen that laugh when I laugh
+We some dogs, we can kiss our own ass
+Like a golden retriever, retrieving the chronic
+The dose nose bitch, and no need to hide it - Redman a flirt
+Always get my nuts stuck to the porch, like the dog on Joe Dirt
+
+[Hook: Mr. Porter]
+If I'm a dog, then we some dogs
+We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog
+Girl don't waste that swallow it all
+We just some dogs, we just some dogs
+If I'm a dog, then we some dogs
+We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog
+Girl don't waste that swallow it all
+We just some dogs, we just some dogs
+
+[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
+Fish don't fry in the kitchen, bitch don't climb, keep bitching
+Beans don't burn on the grill, 3, 4, 5
+With the pimping, hoes get your pimps permission
+Now pay attention, the big D-O double to the G-O
+To the liquor store to crack a ho and get some VO (VO)
+And mix it with some pena colidino
+Then slip it on the bitch then I dip with all her c-notes
+Scandalous, yep bitch cause we know
+Every pretty ho always down to pull a d-low
+On me? No, so there won't be no shaking me down, breaking me down, here we go
+You know I'm just oh so slick
+The way you chew that bubble gum, the way you sucking a dick
+And I can tell, that you a freak
+I wanna stick some dick up in you can I skeet, skeet
+Don't you know why?
+
+[Hook: Mr. Porter]
+If I'm a dog, then we some dogs
+We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog
+Girl don't waste that swallow it all
+We just some dogs, we just some dogs
+If I'm a dog, then we some dogs
+We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog
+Girl don't waste that swallow it all
+We just some dogs, we just some dogs
+If I'm a dog, then we some dogs
+We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog
+Girl don't waste that swallow it all
+We just some dogs, we just some dogs
+If I'm a dog, then we some dogs
+We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog
+Girl don't waste that swallow it all
+We just some dogs, we just some dogs
+**************************************************
+The Meth Lab[Intro]
+I'll give you three seconds to come out wit' your hands up, one, two
+This is my own private domicile
+I will not be harassed, motherfucker!
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Welcome to the Meth Lab, listen, it's time to cook
+Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
+Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by a look
+I'm a crook, like some fish in a barrel, I got 'em hooked
+Blame the Method, your sanity took, go 'head, admit it
+You a meth head that live on the edge, just need a push
+I'm your pusher, supplier, I'm back, the cheese on the wire
+If a snitch burnin', wouldn't even piss on the fire
+Now you kids learnin', I ain't tryin' to preach to the choir
+Now the kids earnin' like them dealers that he admire
+Got that whip workin' like I'm sacrificin' a virgin
+That's a burden, but I'm certain you're feelin' it, after you try
+You can't deny I cook a batch like, 'Woo'
+Hazardous material, you'd need a hazmat suit
+Now you lookin' at me like, 'What's a hazmat suit?'
+Somethin' used to move a body, you don't have that loop
+
+[Bridge 1]
+Let's talk about trust
+I told you not to cook my recipe
+And you went ahead and did it anyway
+Cause I never said I wouldn't cook it
+Cause it ain't yours, it's ours, bitch
+
+[Verse 2: Hanz On]
+Hookers in the kitchen, chemistry is the best recipe
+Especially this shit, I'm takin' on bets
+Pressure cookers, percolate 'em like chefs
+Meth labs here to the West, wools on them gear trims grassed
+Mr. Barker, General, front and center (What up?)
+Got them burners wit' them bodies on them, have me in cuffs
+Killer's focused, slam it up in them trucks
+Eyes low, grippin' the toast, trigger finger, playin' it close
+You think it's a game? It's imperative, we show 'em we live
+These niggas playin' wit' this money, funny how niggas die
+They say it's over when the fat kid cry, ratchets fly here to the Chi'
+
+[Bridge 2]
+You think you can stop me from cookin'?
+You cook whatever you like, as long it's that B work
+These niggas be runnin' around in the street wit' everyday
+Don't even think about usin' my grade A
+You should try and stop me, bitch
+
+[Verse 3: Streetlife]
+I'm in the meth lab concoctin' another concoction
+Decisions, decisions, just weighin' my options
+The formula highly addictive, it's habit forming
+Side effects life-threatenin', the surgeon's warnin'
+I write a prescription just for meth abusers
+Regulate your dose intake for heavy users
+For generations, I been servin' these rap fiends
+Babies born addicted to the metric, know what I mean?
+You're recoverin', but you still use frequently
+So wet your court hearin', judge show some leniency
+Can't escape old habits, so you copy the new shit
+Wit' your kids in your cars, see, pumpin' that Wu shit
+We worldwide, supply and demand, I got the upper-hand
+Check my passport, global support
+Informant lands non-commercial goods, that raw and uncut
+That got them breakin' bad at the gate for the re-up
+
+[Outro: Method Man and Streetlife]
+What up, Street?
+Yo, what up, man?
+We gon' put some "Welcome to the meth lab" on there
+Man, you know, it's straight gutter shit, nigga
+Yeah, you ready to get 'em this time?
+Yeah, always, man
+Alright, so I'm a leave it up to you
+Go 'head, show 'em what you got
+**************************************************
+Sub Crazy[Method Man]
+Aight? Check it out (FUCK DAT!)
+Word, niggas smoke too fuckin' much man
+(Check it out y'all, check it check it out)
+
+[Intro/Hook]
+We can all get by if we want now
+Get a fat piece of the pie if we want
+Motherfuckers gettin' mad high when they want now
+I will survive, recognize it be Tical
+
+[Verse One]
+What up, ock? Niggas is strapped, ready for war
+On the ill block, things just ain't peace no more
+Fuck it - if you ain't with me then forget me
+Niggas tried to stick me, retaliation, no hesitation shifty (bitch)
+Creepin' niggas in the dark, triggers with no heart
+Rippin' ass apart, I be swimmin' with the sharks now (yeah)
+Stay out my water or it's manslaughter
+Kid, you oughta start reachin' for that nickle-plated auto-
+Matic (f'real) my thoughts get sporadic (uh)
+Loaded raps bustin' mad shots to ya attic (woo!)
+They say this hazardous flow's a hazard
+Straight from Hazzard County with a bounty on his head
+And it said: "Wanted Dead or Alive"
+I swear by the whites of they eyes
+To never take a dive I will survive
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Method Man]
+Eeep opp, epp awpp, baaaaaaa
+Here we go, start
+
+[Verse Two]
+Shit's gonna happen if niggas start actin'
+Like they want problems. You want 'em? You got 'em
+Rap contact, is writin' this exact-
+Ly, the way it should, be, attack
+Killer Beeeees on the swarm
+Alaikum as-salaam, drops bombs like Qur'an
+The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism
+I bust rhymes like jism
+Impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom
+Decipher, the stee, I be hyper
+I dwindle the style, that rekindle like old flamesss
+Sssssssaliva, check the wicked flows I delyvah
+Oops, I mean delivers like the Hudson River
+Styles be trite, trife like a thief in the night
+I be that sneaky-ass nigga bustin' nuts in yo wife
+Blasted, buggin' off Bacardi and acid
+Flippin' on the mic, it's a classic
+**************************************************
+I Get My Thang in Action[Intro:]
+"Good.. Wu-Tang martial expert
+There's not many, who can match up with him"
+
+(He'll give you a heart condition
+If you fuck around like that there
+Tell you it ain't no good for the bloodstream
+You know god damn whatever and uhh
+It's dumb and big -- it's DUMB AND BIG)
+Mira, Meth-Tical comin through with the suu
+(Lie in cut for y'all)
+Check it out
+
+[Verse 1]
+Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
+I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
+In your tracks, a Wu-Tang (bzzz) killer bee's on ya back
+I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack
+You want it all? Yeah I want it all like THAT
+I stab my own moms in the back for a stack
+Niggas like, "Damn, why you want it like that?" (Why is that?)
+Cause I'm a dog, and I got no love for the cat (uhh)
+Attitude's cold like the North polar cap
+Where I do my dirt's a little further down the map (Is that so?)
+A little buck wilding, Island called Stat'
+Where niggas carry gats in they Black Moon hat
+Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap
+And you's an unknown with a faulty contract
+Wake up and smell the Met-chod motherfucker contact
+Villain in the cypher from the foe when head crack
+An Indian giver and I'm out to take it back
+Shaolin Island, baby where you at?
+A runaway train that be runnin on ya track
+That's how it's goin down, yeah, it's goin down
+
+I gets my thang in action
+To live, to love, to see, to learn
+Yo! Tell em what's happenin!
+
+(What's happenin?
+I'll tell yo' ass what's happenin
+Tell em what's happenin
+It's goin on out here - brothers ain't got no peers
+And they smokin funny - shuddup yo' damn mouth!)
+
+[Method Man]
+I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
+Spot ya twenty points and you still can't score
+NUTTIN - cause you ain't got no points in this game
+Kid you FRONTIN - I'm home run hittin, you be buntin
+Fresh out the toilet, I got my shit together
+When I'm good, I'm good, when bad, I'm better
+You want it? Whatever - I'll be the stormy weather
+Rain comin down, so weatherproof you're leather
+JACKET, a nigga with a AXE couldn't HACK IT
+I spark em like a match (ssskt)
+Coming back it's the Met-chod, say it loud
+I'm the Met-chod, Man - clap yo' hands, now check it
+See me in the mix, rollin fat, bustin flicks
+While my physical brother came through and got me lift
+Niggas, that I walk by, give me the eye
+The moment is fuckin me up, killin my high
+Nigga get back, ya pussy cat, I'm fearsome
+Basically THAT, I'm all of THAT, and then some
+While I, was out on tour, goin beserk
+I heard you was at the sandbox and kickin DIRT
+All on my name but you can't pull my file
+YOU DON'T KNOW ME, AND YOU DON'T KNOW MY STYLE
+Comin out dere like dat dere, YEAHHHH
+Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bear
+
+(Ahhheheh, I taught the boy everything he KNOW
+Go on you bad motherfuckers
+See I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite
+Everybody needs to love Dolemite
+I love Dolemite, you love Dolemite
+Hey, how you doin nigga, I know you
+Knowin I didn't when I did
+Meth-Tical
+Shiiit, I told the boy
+If you can't get yourself a ten
+The least you can do is fuck five twos
+And we out, Method)
+**************************************************
+The Rock’s Theme - ‘Know Your Role’[The Rock]
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+
+[Method Man]
+I smell it
+
+[The Rock]
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+
+[Method Man]
+I smell it
+
+Come on, come on
+
+[The Rock]
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+
+[Method Man]
+Yo, finally The Rock has come back
+Layin down the smack on your monkey crap candy coated ass
+Enter the squared circle with the Great One
+Most electrifying moves, don't change the station
+Children and their children, they all chant
+With the millions upon millions of Rock's fans
+Get ready for the square dance, here's your chance
+For a can of ass whooping, from the People's Champ
+
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+
+[The Rock]
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+
+[Method Man]
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+
+[The Rock]
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+
+[Method Man]
+Jabroni, check yourself, you don't know me
+Jabroni, go back to the gym, you're too bony
+So you want a piece of The Rock? Make you crumble
+In these Wrestlemanias, kid, we Royal Rumble
+Telling us that Raw is War, what the hell you think we came for?
+Just to play with these whips and chainsaws? And sharp glass
+I'll shine them up real nice, turn them sideways
+And shove them up your candy ass
+
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+
+[The Rock]
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+
+[Method Man]
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+
+[The Rock]
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+
+[Method Man]
+Yo, yo, this is it y'all, Summer Slam, Summer Sam'd out
+It's Thursday Night Smackdown, there's No Way Out
+Now you got a problem, with the Brahma Bull
+Time to throw Rock Bottom
+Ain't no way to stop him
+See the People's Elbow, ignite the crowd
+Into a feeding frenzy, they want blood now
+Chinlock and chair shots, suplexes, legdrops
+Finish with the People's Elbow and sign it Rock
+
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+
+[The Rock]
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+
+[Method Man]
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+
+[The Rock]
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+
+[Method Man]
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+
+[The Rock]
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+
+[Method Man]
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+
+[The Rock]
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+**************************************************
+I’ll Be There For You/You’re All I Need To Get By (Puffy Daddy Remix)[Intro: Method Man]
+Rugged style, it's enough to make a hardrock smile
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+And you don't stop
+Yeah, yeah
+Cootie in the chair
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+Don't stop
+Yeah, yeah
+Cootie in the— check (Tical)
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Shorty, I'm there for you anytime you need me
+For real, girl, it's me and your world, believe me
+Nothing make a man feel better than a woman
+Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
+There are few things that's forever, my lady
+We can make war or make babies
+Back when I was nothing
+You made a brother feel like he was something
+That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no fronting
+Even when the skies were gray
+You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay"
+Now that's real to a brother like me, baby
+Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight, aight?
+And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
+In a fat-ass crib with thousands of kids
+Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife
+Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we
+Be livin' in the effin' lap of luxury
+I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk with me
+But you did, now I'm going all out, kid
+And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
+
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Notorious B.I.G.]
+You're all I need
+To get by, by
+You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
+To get by, by
+
+[Interlude: Mary J. Blige]
+Like sweet morning dew
+I took one look at you
+And it was plain to see
+You were my destiny
+With you, I'll spend my time
+I'll dedicate my life
+I'll sacrifice for you
+Dedicate my life for you
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+I got a Love Jones for your body and your skin tone
+Five minutes alone, I'm already on the bone
+Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
+No need to shop around, you got the good stuff at home
+Even if I'm locked up north, you in the world
+Rockin' three-fourths of cloth, never showin' your stuff off, boo
+It be true, me for you, that's how it is
+I be your Noah, you be my Wiz
+I'm your mister, you my missus with hugs and kisses
+Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please
+We on another level of planning, of understanding
+The bond between man and woman and child
+The highest elevation, 'cause we above
+All that romance crap, just show your love
+
+[Chorus: Mary J. Blige & Notorious B.I.G.]
+You're all I need
+To get by, by
+You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
+To get by, by
+You're all I need
+To get by, by
+You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
+To get by, by (Like sweet morning dew, I took one look at you)
+You're all I need (And it was plain to see you were my destiny, baby)
+To get by, by
+You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
+To get by, by
+You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
+To get by, by
+You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
+To get by, by
+You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
+To get by, by
+You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
+To get by, by
+You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
+To get by, by
+You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
+To get by, by
+You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
+To get by, by
+You're all I need (Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
+To get by, by
+You're all—
+**************************************************
+Hood Go Bang![Chorus: Redman]
+This is how it sounds when the hoods go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! (Yeah)
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
+I said this is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG! (BANG!)
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+*click click* BANG!
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Yo, this is how it sound when the hood go bang
+You can cop a couple of bricks of good cocaine
+I’m a block scholar, call me Dollars, I don’t change
+I’m a Rottweiler, diamond collar with gold fangs
+Yep, a top shotter, Don Dada, rhyme proper
+Might even take the ‘R’ out of brother—why bother?
+Mic on Halloween, I mean, I’m clearly a monster
+We gathered here today so that I could dearly depart ya
+Math, bars better than Willy Wonka’s
+It’s how to get away with a murder—you feel me, Shonda?
+Rhymes like karma, I’m hood, stash the contra
+You ever hear a rhymer this good, smack ya mamas
+But it’s still death over dishonor
+‘Cause you can get it next and get death over this drama
+Math verse Meth, this Civil War is a starter
+Men turn to martyrs, Wu-Tang bang regardless
+
+[Chorus: Redman]
+Yeah, this is how it sounds when the hoods go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+Yeah, here we go (Here we go)
+I said this is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+This is how it sound when the hood go BANG!
+*click click* BANG! BANG!
+**************************************************
+Is It Me[Intro: Method Man]
+Uh... yeah, y'all, guess whose back?
+Heh... cauli' flavored, momma crack
+Yeah... yeah... Scott Storch (Return of the great)
+Mr. M-E-F (aww shit) know what I said
+Black people don't use the T-H, yo (got it fucked up now)
+Yo, yo...
+
+[Method Man]
+Guess who back though, crack dough, yes, eyes is hat low
+Stash 'dro, pimp on the side, you know how that go
+Rap flow, major, taste the flavor, all natural high
+Y'all gotta love it when the track go (track go)
+Ask Def Jam what's hot, three letters, M-E-F Man
+Been stopped, that's off top, young, fresh to death
+And you're not, no matter what the job, I'm the best man
+Rap C.E.O. minus the yes-man (yes-man)
+I know that's right, so act right, Staten on the map
+Like fuck y'all, get stuck, y'all and have a bad night
+As I brush off my shoulder, that's right
+My nigga Scott Storch keep bringing it back like (back like)
+Oh boy, dig it, I talk about it and I live it
+Been there, did it, shitted and wiped my ass with it
+These critics saw the train for brains and must of missed it
+If they ain't got the shit, they'll never get it (never get it)
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+Is it me, or is it these, niggas in it for cheese
+Is it me, all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez
+Is it me, or is it me, that ain't feeling M.C.'s
+With the top down, wheeling the v, feeling the breeze
+Is it me, or is it these, niggas spitting the same
+Is it me, all my enemies, throwing shit in the game
+Is it me, or the industry that really got to change
+Once again, it's Wu-Tang, in case y'all forgot the name
+
+[Method Man]
+I spit germ, early bird gets worm, now
+Now that it's his turn, clowns don't get turns, now
+Fuck with a chick perm, when she get hot, you get burned
+You see I'm not kidding, knowing these kids learn (kids learn)
+And and I'm that dude, ahh-choo, and allerging to wake jewels
+Blast if I have to, and y'all don't give me no hassle
+Who rep Rotten Apple to death and get natural
+Make hard beats pound like the track do (track do)
+If you ask me, this raspy voice nigga is nasty
+Khaki's hanging off of his ass, eyes is glassy
+That's fucked, that's us, niggas know where to catch me
+At 1-800 GET-AT-ME, (get at me)
+My, flow's, no holds barred, Holy Jahad
+It's the head nigga in charge, Meth, back on the job
+Like back in the days, back when, the game was hard
+And when they reminiscenced over Wu, my God
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Method Man]
+Until these rap niggas stepped up, checked up, man this game is messed up
+Next up, you know what it is, don't get it f'd up
+Meth, what? F.Y.I., you need a heads up
+And I don't mean to beat you in the head, but (head, but)
+When you spit that, forget that, I eat these niggas food
+And the shit wrapped, where Cliff at? Tell 'em Mr. Meth got his shit back
+The gift back, sign, sealed, delivered and gift wrapped
+And when you hear that click-click (click-click)
+That's real talk, some niggas will talk to the cops
+Get killed off, man how did you get caught with all the rocks
+And still walk, no matter what you mix with a pig
+You still pork, and money is still forced (still forced)
+Yeah, that was right on cue, new and improved
+All these dudes try'nna walk in my shoes, doing my moves
+But that's cool, cause I'mma make it do what it do
+With this W, like I can I get a "suu" motherfuckers?
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Method Man
+W-T-R-B...
+Wu-Tang Radio, Bitch...
+**************************************************
+4:20[Intro: RZA (Method Man)]
+Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (roll it up niggas)
+Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (4:20, y'all, it's time, it's time)
+Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (it's been a long time for this man
+Niggas been sleeping on the kid, man, everybody got some sideway shit to say)
+Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (Carlo! Know what I'm saying, man? Yeah)
+
+[Method Man]
+Fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing
+Call the po-po, oh niggas is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling
+Niggas no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though
+Good pussy put a hump in my back like Quasimoto
+Hah, my sex ain't homo, season vet, hold the adobo
+Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough
+I keep a low pro, file, excuse me as I get smoked out
+Put hands on these niggas, then put the roach out
+Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good
+Man, does Tarzan shit in the woods, my shit is hood, bitch
+That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies
+Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bullshit
+Real spit, money come first, and even worse
+You need all your toes & fingers to count up what I'm worth, trick
+So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint
+Dick, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa
+
+[Hook: Carlton Fisk]
+It's 4:20, roll up, nigga getting smo-ked out
+No seeds, California weed have you choked out
+No doubt, roll up, which rims spoked out
+4:20 mean either you roll up or roll out
+
+[RZA]
+Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it
+Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it
+
+[Method Man]
+So on and so on, I flow on
+Power to our people, get your smoke on
+And I'm so gone, off, that sour diesel
+Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney
+With that robe on, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb
+The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the kitchen
+With that cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision
+Not a good look, told ya my nigga, Tical deliver
+Hook or crook, lots of asses to kick, wish I had a bigger foot
+Yeah, taking it there, hating who care
+Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in here
+To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart instrumentals
+Fuck it, y'all niggas is pussy, so is the dick that sent you
+RZA, we done it again, Co-D occassion
+Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then
+Let's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it popping
+The big and rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten
+
+[Hook] - 2X
+
+[Streetlife]
+The rap game won't like me
+You can tell that a nigga is shiesty
+If I die, my second born'll be like me
+Slide dick to your wifey
+Never know your baby boy just might be
+Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill
+From the Hill, never ran, never will
+Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point
+This is not a rap song, you get clapped on
+Bullets break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name
+Disrespect ya moms, spit on your dame
+Go public, then, shit on your fame, you overlooking the fact
+Where you from, is where we at
+And y'all don't want no, parts, in that that
+Caught your verse for sale, but real niggas don't shoot & tell
+We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell
+
+[Carlton Fisk]
+The inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker
+Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma
+Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster
+Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up
+Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano
+Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle
+And pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow
+I'm still alive, and still the sun'll come out tomorrow
+Shine shine shine, and grind, cuz it's money on my mind
+And I'm moving like my life is on the line
+For the bullshit, I really got no time, a full clip
+Really gon' let ya niggas know what's on my mind
+When ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up
+You won't need a camera phone to get the picture
+Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up
+Carlo Verrazano, you can call me mister
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Stimulation[Intro: Method Man (Blue Raspberry)]
+1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2
+I gets busy on 'em, I gets bust of 'em
+I gets busy on 'em, I gets bust of 'em...
+(Let's come together for the stimulation
+Meth-Tical, hit 'em with the stimulation)
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+I got 36 styles on my mind, on my mind
+Keep it real, Shaolin represent one timeeeee
+All my peoples, are you with me? Where you at? (Suuuu)
+All my Killer Bees on the track, where you at? (Suuuu)
+Throw ya fuckin' hands in the air if you want 'em near
+If ya got ya gats, peel a cap for the New Year
+Blindin' devotion, what's the commotion?
+Wu-Tang Clan, we attackin' your emotion
+Flowin' like the ocean (Bluuue)
+I be comin' for your (Creeew)
+Flyin' guillotine (Styyyle) with the new Meth-Tical
+Is it goin'? Is it goin'? Is it gone?
+If I ain't on ya records, then the shit ain't really on
+One-man band from the Wu-Tang Clan
+Ask who the man? Goddamn, it be Method
+Here I, here I am in the Clan, it's essential
+Puttin' Def Jam on my records, it's on
+
+[Hook: Blue Raspberry]
+Let's come together for the stimulation
+Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation
+Can everybody feel the stimulation?
+Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+I'm here for you, son, I gotcha back
+As long as you keep it real, word, I gotcha back
+Brothers want the drama, but don't know how to act
+Until the chrome pointed at his dome head crack
+Come on, let's keep it real, no disguise, recognize
+I'm from a small town where 'Nigga do or nigga die'
+That's why I'm stressin'
+That brothers keep they thoughts on they lesson
+Resurrect yo' mind from the essence, for real
+Ill block niggas get robbed like by the dozen
+What up, cousin? Now give a pound to that lounge nigga
+Peace, my MZA!
+Killah Hills 10304 by The GZA got me wideeee, it's goin' DZA
+Make my way for the ooh buildin'
+Now I'm chillin' with the neighborhood villains
+Thug Life, it be on now
+Hear the gun blaow as I milk another cow
+Let the Method show you how niggas do it
+I study, live the life of good, bad and ugly
+Hard times caught a nigga lovely, but that ain't nuttin'
+Before I die, I'mma leave the world with sumtin'
+To remember me by, the real stimuli!
+For you frontin' ass out rappers to capture
+I rip the world apart like a natural disaster
+I keep it live, somethin' born in '85
+I utilize my 3rd eye, got me thinkin'
+Baby, you and I should get together for whatever
+You never in your long-legged life had it better
+Than you got it now, we be loungin', Tical
+"Word, son, I like yo' styleee"
+
+[Hook: Blue Raspberry]
+
+[Break: Method Man, overlaps Hook]
+Basically, I'm here for the stimuli
+To get high and for doughnuts
+Meth-Tical, it's '94 and it's raw, once more
+The Wu-Tang saga continues
+
+[Outro Hook: Method Man, overlaps Blue Raspberry's Hook]
+Wu-Tang Clan, forever
+No, we don't die, we just multiply forever, and ever, and ever...
+
+[Hook' 'til fade]
+**************************************************
+Cradle Rock[Intro: Method Man]
+All the children come into the light...
+(There will be...)
+
+[Chorus: Left Eye and Method Man]
+Rock-a-bye baby from the rooftop
+When the guns blow, your cradle gets rocked
+When the Earth quakes and the sky starts to fall
+Down will come MCs, fake shit and all
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Off top it be the sure shot, the bomb drops
+Aftershock blow your bumbaclot to smithereens
+Time stop, flying guillotines coming for your slot
+What you mean you spilled the beans, ock?
+Blacked out and thought I seen Pac, laser beam Glock
+What's a bird to a brother with a flock, what?
+They got some nerve to even try to shit a turd
+On John J, slap a nigga gay with the wordplay
+Hot Nix shoot you with the gift, it's your birthday
+God hatin' ugly in the worst way, fuck 'em like the Earth say
+From first day I survey the hassle, death knockin' at your door
+In the Big Apple, Meth' rotten to the core
+Shackle in the sound castle
+The dungeon with vermin in the form of MCs determined
+To step foot on God's soil, not knowin' that
+These eggheads come hard-boiled and heavy-handed
+The aliens they just landed and you in the way
+Overthrow these niggas' planet, Independence Day
+Felons, get split melons, homicide
+Bug niggas get the bug repellent, insecticide
+Johnny 5 take it worldwide, as long as I
+Pledge allegiance to the Dark Side, I'll never die
+Who you know with a flow like this? Bring 'em in
+What Clan you know blow like this? Bring 'em in
+Take that nigga
+(There will be...)
+
+[Refrain: Method Man and Left Eye]
+The sound of gun burst put the foul in the dirt
+(Foul in the dirt)
+You can't think clearly from the mind control theory
+(Mind control theory)
+Murder in the first bring 'em back down to Earth
+(Back down to Earth)
+Y'all niggas don't hear me prepare for the worst
+(Prepare for the worst)
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Times gon' change, nothin' will remain the same
+Million-dollar broke niggas still fucked up in the game
+Make me wanna choke niggas shittin' on my name
+Tuck your chain when I approach nigga, go against the grain now
+Niggas stand in rain now, die hard fan
+Call me John John McClain now, Snake vs. the Crane Style
+Death to the enemy, Wu brother Number One
+The Centipede, troublesome, send 'em all to Kingdom Come
+Sun still shine one, time for your crooked mind
+Drunk off a cheap wine, son I'm into street crime
+Every word, every line, got juice very fine
+Turn me loose on mankind, detonate the landmine
+Focus my goal now, never sell, never sold
+Live by the code now, never tell, never told
+Darts I throw like Clyde with the finger roll
+Clutch shots and whatnot, this is where the buck stops
+Still can't eat and y'all still can't sleep
+I elect myself as Presidential MC
+Wu-Tang Killa Bee, the beehive facility
+In love with the blunt smoke even though it's killing me
+Bad vibes fillin' me with thoughts of conspiracy
+White Water scandals with Bill Clinton Hillary
+Too hot to handle, too well put together to dismantle
+Fucker, you heard me
+(There will be...)
+
+[Refrain 2: Method Man]
+Excuse me as I kiss the sky
+Catch me when I fall son, I'm too young to die
+Me and Lefty, that be the Eye come test me
+If you don't know, you never know me
+Booster, burn me
+
+[Interlude: Booster]
+[?]
+
+[Chorus: Left Eye and Method Man]
+Rock-a-bye baby from the rooftop
+When the guns blow, your cradle gets rocked
+When the Earth quakes and the sky starts to fall
+Down will come MCs, fake shit and all
+
+[Outro: Left Eye]
+Ayo, I got three-hundred and sixty degrees of self
+That's mind, body and spirit
+A hundred and twenty degrees a piece
+We gon' break it down into simple terms
+That's nine nigga, nine, highest level of change
+It's too many niggas sittin' on they ass
+Waitin' for shit to just happen
+Shit don't just happen, gon' fuck around a miss the boat
+If you take away the negative, make room for the positive
+That's addin' and subtractin' on the real
+Niggas better learn they math
+Cause if my calculations serve me correct
+I'ma fuck around and have all this shit
+I'm on your ass, nigga
+**************************************************
+All I Need (Razor Sharp Mix)[Intro: Mary J. Blige]
+Like sweet mornin' dew
+I took one look at you
+And it was plain to see
+You were my destiny
+
+[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
+You're all I need
+To get by, by
+You're all I need
+To get by, by
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Shawty, I'm there for you anytime you need me
+For real, girl, it's me in your world, believe me
+Nothin' make a man feel better than a woman
+Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
+There are few things that's forever, my lady
+We can make war or make babies
+Back when I was nutin'
+You made a brother feel like he was sumtin'
+That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
+Even when the skies were gray
+You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay"
+Now, that's REAL to a brother like me, baby
+Never ever give my pussy away and keep it tight, aiiight?
+And I'mma walk these dogs so we can live
+In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids
+Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife
+Just be there for me and I'mma make sure we
+Be livin' in a fuckin' lab of luxury
+I'm realizin' that you didn't have to fuck wit me
+But you did, now I'm goin' all out, kid
+And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
+
+[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
+You're all I need
+To get by, by
+You're all I need
+To get by, by
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone
+Five minutes alone, I'm already on the bone
+Plus, I love the fact you got a mind of your own
+No need to shop around, you got the good shit at home
+Even if I'm locked up North
+You in the world, wrapped in three-fourths of cloth
+Never showin' your stuff off, boo
+It be true, me for you - that's how it is
+I can be your knower, you can be my wis'
+Then I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth
+Resurrect the God through birth
+Best believe
+
+[Hook: Method Man](x2)
+You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
+If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real with you
+Lovin' your whole steez, it be in there, boo
+On top of that, you got the good Power-U
+
+[Hook: Mary J. Blige](x3)
+You're all I need
+To get by, by
+You're all I need
+To get by, by
+**************************************************
+Eastside[Intro: iNTeLL]
+Yeah, uh
+The I-N-T-E double L
+Here we go, uh
+Yeah, The Meth Lab, uh
+Here we go
+
+[Chorus: iNTeLL]
+I said shout out to the west side
+But I'm from the east side (Okay)
+And you know that we ride (Okay)
+Bumpin' hard beats off the G ride (Yeah)
+Throwin' up the peace sign, lookin' for some feline
+Crushin' Power-U, that's how I do
+I said shout out to the west side
+But I'm from the east side
+And you know that we ride (Yeah)
+Bumpin' hard beats off the G ride (Uh huh)
+Throwin' up the peace sign, lookin' for some feline (Where you at?)
+Crushin' Power-U, that's how I do it in the mean time
+
+[Verse 1: iNTeLL]
+I said welcome to the rec room, not a lot of headroom (Nope)
+I'm sacrificin' virgins, catch the beats in my bedroom (Come here)
+Go against the W, then you might be dead soon (Yeah)
+I could make the sky bleed, but ya call it red moon (Moon)
+I never been ordinary, carry weapons more than heavy (Come on)
+Mind was designed to be primed 'cause I'm more than ready (Right)
+If you sharpen your machete, better get that coffin ready
+Run up in your crib, I fuck your wife and eat up your spaghetti (Fuck 'em)
+All I do is write rhymes, smoke trees and pipe dimes (Uh huh)
+Hustle all day then continue through the nighttime (Yeah)
+Nasty like a pipeline, vigilantly fight crime
+Rappers are my sons, I be worried like a white mom (Ha)
+Wu gang is next up (Yeah), better have them checks cut (Yeah)
+Taxes too high, "Bye Felicia" man, we fed up
+Other rappers sped up they be outta pocket (Come on)
+See, I can't wait 'til I ball out like Fetty Socket (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
+[Chorus: iNTeLL]
+I said shout out to the west side
+But I'm from the east side (Okay)
+And you know that we ride (Okay)
+Bumpin' hard beats off the G ride (Yeah)
+Throwin' up the peace sign, lookin' for some feline
+Crushin' Power-U, that's how I do
+I said shout out to the west side
+But I'm from the east side
+And you know that we ride (Yeah)
+Bumpin' hard beats off the G ride (Uh huh)
+Throwin' up the peace sign, lookin' for some feline (Where you at?)
+Crushin' Power-U, that's how I do it in the mean time
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+I'm 'bout to hit 'em with that yes y'all (Uh)
+You rockin' wit' the best, y'all (Uh)
+Verbally, I'm skilled, plus, sometime I take the S off
+That'll leave you killed, bucket list that you've been checked off (Uh)
+Meth with the F, basically it's me and F y'all
+How can I forget Protect Ya Neck, dog?
+Not X, dog, love some DMX
+I am practically DM an X, dog
+Matter fact my next bar colder
+Better yet, it's hot yoga
+You get stretched forward, dog
+Do respect, I don't respect y'all
+That said, I'ma keep the track fed (Woo)
+Look, if he ain't dead, he better act dead
+P-L-O forever, peace to Achmed (Hey)
+Type to say what's crackin' to a crackhead
+Blacker than your face, that's a blackhead (Ah)
+Need to be Proactive
+These rap kids need to know the meanin' of what rap is
+Before they say they rappers
+I can say I mastered everything they talkin' 'bout
+And after it's all said and done, you'll see my jersey in the rafters
+
+[Chorus: iNTeLL]
+I said shout out to the west side
+But I'm from the east side (Okay)
+And you know that we ride (Okay)
+Bumpin' hard beats off the G ride (Yeah)
+Throwin' up the peace sign, lookin' for some feline
+Crushin' Power-U, that's how I do
+I said shout out to the west side
+But I'm from the east side
+And you know that we ride (Yeah)
+Bumpin' hard beats off the G ride (Uh huh)
+Throwin' up the peace sign, lookin' for some feline (Where you at?)
+Crushin' Power-U, that's how I do it in the mean time
+
+[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
+I'm sorry to keep you waitin' 'cause I've been cultivatin'
+Thuggish through my duration
+Doin' public relations
+Countin' money, doin' TV shows
+I can't believe he goes underground then mainstream
+Super supreme and the cream rules everything (Yup)
+You fools do a lot of talkin' but you never swing
+And that's on everything
+See, I'm a king so I look upon my scruples
+And then pinpoint which one will be my next pupil
+Concentrated, it's levels and layers
+Devils and players, Joker's Wild
+While I'm strokin' her down, we'll be smokin' a pound
+And we came to par-tay, three the hard way
+Johnny Blaze, Snoop Dogg and my nephew
+You can't smoke with us, nigga, we left you
+In the dust (What?), on the bus (What?) homie, we don't give a fuck (What?)
+Long Beach, nigga, east side
+
+[Chorus: iNTeLL]
+I said shout out to the west side
+But I'm from the east side (Okay)
+And you know that we ride (Okay)
+Bumpin' hard beats off the G ride (Yeah)
+Throwin' up the peace sign, lookin' for some feline
+Crushin' Power-U, that's how I do
+I said shout out to the west side
+But I'm from the east side
+And you know that we ride (Yeah)
+Bumpin' hard beats off the G ride (Uh huh)
+Throwin' up the peace sign, lookin' for some feline (Where you at?)
+Crushin' Power-U, that's how I do it in the mean time
+**************************************************
+Yonkers[Intro]
+Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
+
+[Verse 1]
+Crime scene, coppers and sirens
+Helicopters and high beams, the tensions is rising
+Fiends keeping the pipe clean
+This is what life means, a dollar and a dream
+Everybody wants nice things
+The kid was only nineteen, hole in his chest now
+He's fighting, for his last breath
+He's seeing death, it's frightening
+The grip on the ghetto is tightening
+You try to do the right thing? They do you just like King
+Now I can hear the night scream, sirens and light beams
+Popping off bad shots, hitting people that they ain't mean to pop
+The neighborhood’s in shock, block extremely hot
+Another Black teen shot, that’s dull routine to cops
+Make sure they got good grades, work the minimum wage
+Now he’s laying on that stretcher, with nothing in him to save
+Keep the ghetto, in whatever ghetto you at
+Just don’t love the ghetto, cause the ghetto don’t love you back
+You don’t live until you’ve made your first million
+And top models wanna have your children
+I thought I told you Wu Tang is for the children
+Way before rap moved crack in your building
+Yeah, now what’s the price of rice in China?
+These women trying to raise the price on their vagina
+Me? I’m trying to live the life and get the grind up
+Like Diddy, but I ain’t trying to give the shine (Shyne) up
+Poppa, pop-off no question, ya’ll dirty, like it raw, (no protection)
+When the kid hold court, no objection
+Meth needed money at the door, no exception
+I go hard in the paint on a rapper
+I go harder on a pussy no Viagra
+You think I’m tripping, ain’t into tricking
+But I keep a snow bunny in the kitchen
+I’m the master like Killa
+**************************************************
+The RiddlerIntro:
+
+Dead crosswords puzzling your delf
+See that's what I'm talkin bout
+When you take the Johnny Blaze
+And you take that game and you plug that here into Bobby Steels
+Now, you are playing with power
+With power
+With power
+
+[Verse One]
+I got your mind twisted
+Unrealistic wavelength draining on your brain-strip inflicted
+Crossword puzzling your delf
+Questioning your own mental health, yeah, it's like a maze within itself
+Yeah, Check the grimey, slimey, crimey
+Crim-inim-inal indivi-dual I be
+Searching for the Dark Knight
+Lurking in the shadows of the city, he roll with jiggy
+My crime committee, robbing every Gotham piggy bank blind
+Take a journey through the mind of a Riddler
+
+[Hook:]
+
+Tax free money not a problem
+A heist to get the ice not a problem
+A body for a price not a problem
+It's The Riddler
+
+[Verse Two:]
+
+Once again it's the mind bender, three-time felony offender
+Demented, brain cemented, mixed in the blender
+I lose ya, mass-confusion, question mark clues in
+What where why whose-it, quiz
+Time to ask yourself who it is
+Sheisty P.L.O. underhanded biz, invading brothers wigs
+Can I live corrupt and bringing all the misery and suffering
+Pain, you couldn't cure with a Bufferin
+Rotating, ridiculous, rapid-fire riddles
+Bat get trapped in the middle of The Riddler
+
+[Hook:]
+
+Murder for the evil not a problem
+To the gen there is no sequel not a problem
+Big up to all my people not a problem
+It's the Riddler
+
+[Verse Three:]
+
+Observe if you will
+I'm in my hide-out in the back of the hill
+I crack a wall then I caught about a mil
+Co-defendant Johnny Blaze and Bobby Steels
+We was blazing hot wheels
+Turn the corner you can hear the wheels squeal
+On that ass fast was the Batmobile
+I could tell by the demon on the grill, this was real
+Alley-cat screaming, I hit a trash can
+Garbage everywhere, money flying out the bags and
+Trying to escape, code nine with the cape
+Or else he'd be headed upstate, it's The Riddler
+
+[Hook:]
+
+Talking suicide, not a problem
+If you're speaking homicide, not a problem
+You want to talk genocide not a problem
+That's not a problem, for The Riddler
+
+[Outro]
+Word up, that's no problem
+Stim-ulim-uli, stim-ulim-uli
+Feel good don't it
+And you know it
+Got the, hotter
+You're playing... with... power
+**************************************************
+Presidential M.C.[Intro: (kung fu sample) Method Man]
+*kung fu fighting*
+Yeah, uh, heheheh (That's Shadowboxing!)
+Yo...
+
+[Method Man]
+It's that Blackout, spazzed out, G-String divas
+Leave you assed out, passed out, it's cold
+Pack your heat up, blow your back out
+You bad mouth, make 'em all believers
+Throwing rocks from a glass house, y'all ain't perfect either
+See that cheeba and that hash out (garbage day tomorrow)
+And I have yet to take that trash out, or emptied this cigar
+RZA Ra, we amped, eh, Meth is on his job
+It ain't nothing, like the French say; "que sera sera"
+So let's move on, until the day we laying in the casket
+With them suits on, and I'm so cool that hell is only luke warm
+Been too strong, for too, long, I'll probably die
+With my boots on, and on my way to cash a coochie coupon
+You know I'm, proper, don't let them boys confuse you
+The fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by Yoo-Hoo
+Wu-Tang, welcome to the House of Flying Daggers
+Where the truth aim, flying out the mouth of flying rappers
+There it is...
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+Now, ask yourself, is this for real, it can't be
+My, nigga, if it ain't for real, it ain't me
+I, elect myself as presidential M.C
+I, elect myself as presidential M.C
+Now, ask yourself, why is he so low key
+Why, is niggas pimpin' when the game chose me
+I, elect myself as presidential M.C
+I, elect myself as presidential M.C
+
+[Raekwon]
+Yo, blew 'em and hit 'em, and he went into a spin cycle
+Out blew his liver, a river flooded, what's happening
+It's drugs we wanted, gloves buttered, thug coverage
+This is Fila, white sneaker, Louis Vitton luggage
+I came, representative huddle, they all love you
+That W, the legacy of little niggas muggin' you
+The fuck, what's up with you, yo, you suck, nigga
+Benches used to pluck niggas, we be on the roof, like "fuck you"
+Them red beams is coming, losers, got to walk the plank
+Users, with uzi's on 'em, you move, you getting spanked
+Shank broilers banked, alcoholics ranked ballers
+They should call us, I rock mad ice like a walrus
+The lamesters decided to lure us, we was up in Freedomtown
+Getting weeded, one Bentley tour bus, you might like the mack and explore dust
+You can't fuck with all of us, one of us dropped, there's twenty more of us
+
+[Hook]
+
+[RZA]
+Peel caps like tangerines, you shook/shake like tamberines
+Then, jet from the set, in the all black Lamborghin'
+Nobody seen me, bitch in a tini red bikini
+Niggas saw her, because they thought they saw a genie
+Heidi Klum, pussy juicy, fat as a plum
+Picture on the wall in jail, niggas jerk til they come
+God gargantuan, large, colossus, bombardment of darts
+Make your squad, throw tantrums
+Practice karma sutra on broads, pop bra's
+Leave birds with permanent scars, and shit like birthmarks
+Digi bark back at dogs, snatch flies from frogs
+Blow California chronic to despise the smog
+This shit I been with biz in the clearing, pigs sharing
+Got fresh, Wu-Wearing, motherfuckers not caring
+Then move through your community, with diplomat immunity
+Move to rep a two or G., shine like fine jewelry
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: kung fu sample]
+The Shadow Sword... Shadow Sword...
+**************************************************
+Perfect World[Intro: Method Man]
+First, they dropped the bomb
+Then came the disease, then death
+This our world, your world, my world
+I like this world!
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+On foreign land keep your toast up, hot rocks
+Catch a close up, your snot box broke up
+Land shark tryna post up, reptiles
+Tryna throw cub with crooked smiles
+Take your kindness for weakness, they foul
+New York niggas be loving how the gun talk, "Pow!"
+Another underboss pull a doublecross
+Niggas ain't ready for the holocaust here and now
+Want them games people play, catch these bullets over Broadway
+25 to life up in Rahway get caught
+Look deep into the black thought
+A holy war is being fought on Allah's court
+My perfect world (if you will!)
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Mr. Sandman bring 'em a dream
+Infrared light beams, homicide scene, perfect world
+By any means get cream
+Just don't let it come between you and I, seen
+Everything is everything in this three ringed circus
+Peoples is swift, tryna work us Lord
+With Devil worship and satanic verses
+It takes place in the world perfect, mine and yours
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Heard when it rains, it pour
+I came to bring the pain once more
+Pedal to the floor peep the Jim Crow Law
+The Big Apple rotten to the core, these niggas want war?
+(Give 'em war)
+They scheming and eye-beaming
+Hitmen like Crying Freeman, they need cleaning
+Keep it coming 'til they all running, screaming
+Bloody murder at war with them inner demons, it's going down
+Invasion USA, spitting rounds
+If these shells hit the battleground
+Pave the way for birth of a Generation X
+Spoken with a project dialect
+Bomb threat to the airwaves, hit the deck
+Pressed for time in a world lacking sunshine
+Got love for my family cause they mine
+See niggas dying in the streets over petty crime
+We gon' eat or die trying, got my mind made up
+Young buck, just don't give a fuck
+Pressing they luck when they best best to give it up
+Perfect world, baby, what? Nigga head or gut, them or us
+Welcome to the dark ages
+Dirty pages of filth, fine filth flavors
+Dust to dust and ashes to ashes
+Life flashes right before his eyes, then he passes
+
+[Interlude: Cho-Flo]
+While the 666 got more tricks than the PD's got bricks
+From Bloods and Crips to pimps with mints
+We still licking the scars from whips on slave ships
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+The children are the future
+And Wu-Tang is for the babies!
+**************************************************
+Grand Prix[Intro]
+Ah, lord, mm-hmm, yo
+Get it
+Twenty five years and we still going
+Yeah
+Dame Grease
+He's a bad boy
+Look
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm a smoker (Yeah), weed toker
+The cola in your coka
+Losing change up in your sofa
+I brought change into the culture (Uh)
+Funny how these pigeons try and change into a vulture
+You's a poser, wit' pork all on your fork and that ain't kosher
+No sir, I never put a penny in a loafer
+For good times up in the ghetto, we had penny and Willona (Uh)
+You know I stretch a quarter, got a rock 'cause I'm a roller
+And I'm bolder than a hard rock is 'cause I'm a stoner
+I need closure (Uh), and you rappers need to wake up
+And smell the begonias
+You about to be goners
+Big shot caller, I'm here to pop them corners
+Little league ballers could get popped, I warned ya
+Who put the person in persona, putting hands up on a person
+Close the curtain on the Rama
+Pack a Llama, catch me lurking I'm your karma
+Sleeping on me even worse'll get you murked in your pajamas
+
+[Chorus]
+You can try, but you'll never understand me
+I plan to give it to you raw, get a plan B
+Y'all be racing to the cash, that's a Grand Prix
+I go Ricky Bobby for that bag, that's a guarantee
+That's a guarantee
+Ricky Bobby for that bag, that's a guarantee
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm still working on them commas
+While the system tryna curve me
+Ain't no mercy from your honor (Nah)
+That's the problem, when you coming from the bottom
+Couldn't even get Bin Laden 'til we voted for Obama (Facts)
+I ain't a minor, "Teen Spirit" ain't Nirvana
+Call me pro meth, It's clear this kinda syrup ain't Jemima's
+Baby mama drama, tryna act like she Madonna
+Like a virgin, but I'm certain that this person a piranha
+Man eater, Jeffrey Dahmer
+If a stray hit a stan and kill a fan that's Katana
+A rapper getting roasted in a room, that's a sauna
+Straps in the room, It's Shaolin vs. the Lama
+Why should I threat when I can promise
+With that money saved for college
+You can go and pay me homage (Yeah)
+If you do the knowledge, you would know this I was solid
+By the time you check your pockets
+I already got ya wallet
+
+[Chorus]
+You can try, but you'll never understand me
+I plan to give it to you raw, get a plan B
+Y'all be racing to the cash, that's a Grand Prix
+I go Ricky Bobby for that bag, that's a guarantee
+**************************************************
+Step By Step[Method Man]
+This goes out
+To all the big head niggas
+And all them big head bitches
+You know my steez-o
+
+Yo, yo, yo, yo
+Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic
+So you can't see the topic, condition combo
+Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo
+Head honcho like Eastwood, gun in my pancho
+Another bad desperado, trapped inbetween
+The hills and the El Dorados, but you can't do that
+Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak
+Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback
+Is when I condemn men, to purgatory
+Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories
+In the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner
+Blood stain on my track record, top gunner
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
+Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
+Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip
+Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
+("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)
+Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
+Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
+
+[Method Man]
+Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender
+No retreat no surrender, head trauma
+Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor
+Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session
+With Immaculate Conception, hit yo' section
+With my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit
+E Double up dammit, Iron Lung
+Flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know
+It's time that I take advantage, take command yo
+Cops caught me red-handed
+Blood On the Dance Floor
+Or was it Michael Jackson
+Fuck it, time for some action
+Check my Re-Runs an see What's Happening
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
+Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
+Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip
+Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
+("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)
+Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
+Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
+[You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
+Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
+Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip
+Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
+
+[Method Man]
+Before she get her back blown
+Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin
+Automate and keep it goin, right and exact
+Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em wit my rap slogan
+Jack Frost, leave em frozen
+Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan
+Hand writtin ass whippin, I keep spittin
+At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision
+And split decision, tell your old folk
+And your children what I'm dealin
+Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain
+Till I see you at the ooh-building motherfuckers
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
+Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
+Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip
+Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
+("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)
+Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
+Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
+Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
+Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
+
+[Outro]
+This one, is dedicated to my big head niggas
+And all them big head bitches
+All them big head bitches
+**************************************************
+Take The Heat[Intro: [?]]
+Spinning the b-b-beats for the streets
+It's the Bomb Squad DJ
+We getting you crunk right now
+Get down or lay down
+Take it like a motha fuckin' man
+
+[Chorus: [?]]
+He's Mr. Take The Heat, Mr. Baby Rub My Feet
+Mr. Don't Be Hanging Late In Streets
+Mr. Bring Home The Bacon, Mr. You Ain't Hear Enough
+Mr. Pack Your Shit, Mr. Do It To Me Rough
+Mr. Please, Drop Me At My Job
+Mr. Please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
+Mr. Please, Can I Use Your Car
+If any man can do all this, he got to be a bad boy
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Fast women and fast cars
+A razor blade instead of a tongue, my game sharp
+We major leaguers, minor leaguers, get out the park
+Bitches, that wanna back talk, get out and walk
+I'm too cold, like Iceberg Slim
+Ya'll see, I'm caked up with icing
+Rolling on dubs, thug for lifing, never trifling
+And I ain't never met a piece of pussy I ain't liking
+I'm too piping, hot, front, you get got, kid
+Don't get too close, because you might get shot
+
+[Chorus: [?]]
+He's Mr. Take The Heat, Mr. Baby Rub My Feet
+Mr. Don't Be Hanging Late In Streets
+Mr. Bring Home The Bacon, Mr. You Ain't Hear Enough
+Mr. Pack Your Shit, Mr. Do It To Me Rough
+Mr. Please, Drop Me At My Job
+Mr. Please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
+Mr. Please, Can I Use Your Car
+If any man can do all this, he got to be a bad boy
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Okay, come out and play
+Ya'll clowns Need to get down, or get out the way
+I'm a live round, shot to your head by Doc Dre
+Ain't too long, ya'll gon' live on consignment and not pay
+This is everyday, life of the kid, fuck who it is
+I'm gon' live like a true bad boy, and do it big
+And I could take it, it's just as good as I get
+And ya'll ain't gotta ask, dead rapper your ass, kid
+Who anti-everything, ya'll niggas is for
+Who eat up everything on his plate, then eat yours
+Ain't got no table manners at all, I'm off the wall
+Like I'm MJ, jerking myself, scream at your frog
+And bitches wanna give us the drawers, cuz who we are
+The same bitch'll sugared your tank and key your car
+The life of a player and pimp, who every dollar, tax exempt
+Pussy paying the rent, now who I'm is?
+
+[Chorus: [?]]
+He's Mr. Take The Heat, Mr. Baby Rub My Feet
+Mr. Don't Be Hanging Late In Streets
+Mr. Bring Home The Bacon, Mr. You Ain't Hear Enough
+Mr. Pack Your Shit, Mr. Do It To Me Rough
+Mr. Please, Drop Me At My Job
+Mr. Please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
+Mr. Please, Can I Use Your Car
+If any man can do all this, he got to be a bad boy
+
+
+[Verse 3: [?]]
+Oh I'm a bad boy, fast cars, hot women
+The lifestyle, accustomed to winning
+Bitch, your chrome is spinning, tinted windows
+But still, you're jailed from the head bopping gangsta lean
+You'se a bad boy, champagne, diamond studded events
+Red carpet rollout, pulling up in a Bent'
+And the crowd, they taking pictures
+It's hard to tell, if a flash went off
+Or you was blinded by the riches
+**************************************************
+Baby Come On[Intro: Method Man]
+Uh.. that's right, oh yeah
+Back with some nasty shit, right there
+Nasty, nasty, girl, nasty girl, baby come on
+Think you a nasty girl, yea
+
+[Method Man]
+Pretty young thing like to bone
+And she hate to spend her nights alone, baby doll you in the zone
+Why not call me on the phone, and invite me home
+Come on, now, baby, come on-on
+Know what I mean, take a real queen to fuck with me
+Trustin' me, and give it up for free
+Next time, feel free to hit me up, anything you wanna puff a tree
+Come on, now, baby, come on-on
+Whats shaking yo, stop stallin', what you waitin' for?
+You know we both ain't got no place to go
+So roll it up, and lay low
+Everytime I say, yes, baby, you say no
+Come on, now, baby, come on-on
+Now-now, now-now-now, you don't have to stay
+It's ok, there's the dough, you can walk away, why make we wait
+Til tomorrow, when you can break me off today
+Come on, now, baby, come on-on
+
+[Hook: Kardinal Offishall]
+Yeah! Gal dem we love, and gal we need
+She crush up me things and light me weed
+We see dem shotgun, and watch me speed
+Me need a pringy one or pon we need it
+Gal dem we *ugh*, and gal we screw
+When we need the girl, up one night po' half me crew
+And lick on my collection, and what to do
+Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh!
+
+[Method Man]
+I won't lie, I love P-U-S-S-Y, (why?)
+Cuz I never let it walk on by, or any slice of the american pie
+Come on, now, baby, come on-on
+Girlfriend, you know it's half past two A.M
+You got a friend, but you ain't really trynna fuck with him
+Aight, then, hit up Batty, I'll gladly come and tuck you in
+Come on, now, baby, come on-on
+Scream at your frog, all's fair, love & basketball
+She remind me of this chick that used to fuck with Dirty Bastard, ya'll
+Heard that she could suck a ball through a plastic straw
+Come on, now, baby, come on-on
+Know what I'm sayin', kid, she get it poppin' off and half the time
+A little, candlelight, a little glass of wine
+I'm thinkin', another drink and that ass is mine
+Come on, now, baby, come on-on
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Method Man]
+If you girl come knockin' at my door, it's my duty
+To give her what she came here for
+I'm try'nna knock it down, but I ain't try'nna claim that dough
+Come on, now, baby, come on-on
+That's what's up, start the fire, Buddha, light things up
+The only nigga puttin' ends on some rims for his ice cream truck
+Pick a flavor, I'll come and scoop your whole team up
+Come on, now, baby, come on-on
+That's how it be, don't trip, but girl you put a hurtin' on me
+Oh shit, hope other chicks don't take it personally
+But ma, you killin' her, murder in the first degree
+Come on, now, baby, come on-on
+Okay, okay, can the ladies come out and play with Mr. Meth
+I ain't trynna take you out your way
+Why break me off tomorrow, when you can break me off today
+Come on, now...
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
+Big up to, super producer, Fafu, one love to Kardinal Offishall
+And the whole T-Dot, oh!
+**************************************************
+Torture[Intro]
+You know? Through being humbles
+True Mast' on the track
+Like that, you know?
+Been in this rap game for like the past..
+Four bullets now, you know? Doing bids, yeah-yeah
+I done peeped a lot of cats come through
+Courageous cats, stray cats, ha-ha
+Top cats with top hats, you know what I'm saying?
+But it all boils down to this, we talking lyrics
+Rhymes, line for line, numero uno
+Who the best? I don't know
+Check it
+
+[Verse 1]
+Flame on, I rain fire when Johnny Storm
+I'm shocking like live wire, you have been warned
+I prolong this next chamber to make it strong
+And prove all them doubters wrong
+Killin 'Em Softly with this song, adding on
+Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons
+On my shift, shooting that gift, knowin' he snitched
+On the telethon, running his lips, sinking the ship
+Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him
+And now she can't even save him, Johnny Blaze 'em
+Send him to his final resting
+Back to the essence, Faces of Death, the final lesson
+
+[Chorus]
+Torture, torture, torture
+Motherfucking torture, y'all niggas know
+
+[Verse 2]
+Who got John Blaze shit? Sucking my dick to get famous
+So I switched Blaze to Dangerous
+Welcome to my torture chambers, torture chambers
+Where John Doe's remain nameless, hear me?
+I know it's Def Jam, but think clearly
+I made it possible for y'all cats to come near me
+Keep your enemies close and your heat closer
+I slam just like my culture on all theories
+Dead that, straight off the meat rack with this one
+You get burned playing Nix-on, Hot biscuit
+Stand back, don't make me spit one and paint pictures
+On the walls of your mental with hot lead from out these pencils
+Iron Lung since I was young and not knowing
+Where the next meal was coming from, been troublesome
+To all those posing a threat
+If I go, everybody got to go next, y'all niggas know
+The code of the street soldier, I'm watching time
+And time watching me colder, Grim Reaper
+Breathing death on my shoulder
+Waiting for the day to take me over, take me over
+
+[Chorus]
+Torture, torture, torture
+Motherfucking torture, y'all niggas know
+
+[Verse 3]
+That you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate me
+Still tryna fuck my ho, Johnny-come-latelies?
+Got me in a world of shit and now I'm pissed
+Mama said there'd be days like this
+This the season for ducks and my pen's bleeding
+Leaving kids barely breathing for sneak-thieving
+Famished from lack of eating and lack of teaching
+Banished from Rhyme & Reason for high treason
+Can it be, that the kid with the knock knees
+Got G to make a grown man cop plea, for this track
+I got a Lovebug like Starski
+Blow back until I drop Tical Part 3
+Ain't no stopping when you start me, John Jay
+Pulling your card, mayday mayday, niggas owe they life to God
+And now it's payday, take it how ya wanna take it
+Fully clothed or butt-naked, I learned the hard way
+Ain't nothing sacred in this world, time to face it
+Johnny Basic Instinct, I'm sure to make it
+While others fake it, fuck the spotlight, G-O-D already got light
+Say what you like, just spell my name right
+No doubt, this one goes out, to all you trout-fish
+Cake niggas, keep my dick up out your mouth
+
+[Chorus]
+Torture, torture, torture
+Motherfucking torture, y'all niggas know
+**************************************************
+Dangerous Grounds[Method Man]
+Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo
+Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
+All them real live motherfuckin niggas step up front right now
+It's goin down
+One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby
+Shaolin what?
+Come on, come on, HA!
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Dangerous ground
+Tre pound seven spin around for my brethren the clouds come down
+War and peace, I take it to the street
+Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief
+And curse his first born, is this thing on?
+Send 'em to the children of the corn we the people
+See, niggas through the eye of the demon
+My lethal injection, destroyin evil
+Hot Nikkel what, private eye one pistol
+Aiming at your brain tissue, do or die
+Said the spider to the fly, "Could this one be tasty?"
+Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me
+On the job like Dick Tracy
+Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D
+Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it
+Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten
+In the rotten apple
+I kick dirt on your sand castle
+Check the flavor all natural
+
+[Method Man (Streetlife)]
+(Beat your feet)
+Hot Niks son
+(Heat-mizer)
+Before you get the main course
+(Taste a appetizer)
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Submerged in the word
+Heavy headed verbal that smack you
+Mentally disturb you, attack you
+Thirty-six chamb' once again comin at you
+Young gun got the body snatch you observe
+Wise words you can only see through the third
+I fall way beyond the norm on the verb
+Shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on
+Track yellin at me get yo arrow god
+Victory is hard, regardless to whom or what
+They all movin targets Allah
+Runnin through your house and your block party, with rap shotty
+And hot rock the body body, St. Bernards
+Couldn't save your entourage, rap lobotomy
+Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly
+Dumb deaf and blind is it
+I kick the spine out the battery backs
+Fuckin with mine keep it movin
+
+[Interlude: Method Man]
+Now everybody just throw your hands in the......(phone rings)
+What the fuck?
+Peace - who this?
+
+[Verse 3: Streetlife]
+Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your startin line
+Deep Space Nine
+Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs
+Let's converse snatch the tap from your purse
+Body-surf on the verse head first
+Peep defeat, bitch Street beat you down with the heat
+And you spazzed out spittin out teeth ain't nothing peace
+Big boys don't destroy blunted zone pop steroid
+50 men convoy, expensive where's the big toy
+Rumble through the wasteland right hand's on the silencer
+40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander
+Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate
+Don't perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate
+Street politicians on a suicide mission
+Crime vision finger itching from a scope-view position
+Dangerous ground
+Tre' pound seven spin around for my brethren the cloud comes down
+
+[Verse 4: Method Man]
+Yo, keep your eyes open
+Love potion number nine poetry in motion
+Knowledge me the seventh sign
+Scopin, connivin, infiltrate is most of mine
+Play 'em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine
+Push and get shoved what the fuck Gods thinkin of
+Comin in the club wit that screwface, actin up
+Is we men or mice, bad moon risin
+We wild for the night
+Kill a schizophrenic nigga twice cuz-o
+That's what happened when frontin on the Shaol' borough
+Island of Staten we in here no fear
+Assault wit intent
+To kill your whole regiment it's real
+Startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun
+Tear apart son - you don't want it then don't start none
+Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly
+Handle my B-I camouflage like G.I
+Fat like Joe, a day in the life
+Your money or your life that's the life
+Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle
+Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle
+(Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh)
+Dangerous ground tre' pound seven spin around
+For my brethren the clouds come down
+War and peace, I take it to the street
+Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief
+Motherfucker
+**************************************************
+The Motto[Intro: Method Man]
+My niggas, how we do it? You know it like a poet, baby doll
+Break through it, you know it like a poet, baby doll
+I spit, chew it, you know it like a poet, baby doll
+Get in the music, you know it like a poet, baby doll
+
+[Method Man]
+If you don't know, you better, ask somebody who I be
+On land, air, or sea, I don't need No I.D
+Once again, let's get under their skins like I.V.'s
+Or Roman numerals fours (IV's) who we doin' the score
+I got a shoe in the door, nothin' new anymore
+Ya'll got love for me? I got love for you and yours
+Tical Part 0, my friend, rappers is fightin'
+Like Tyson, when nothin' else work y'all start bitin'
+My shit, and his shit, I'm hopin' it end
+I live my life like a lotto ticket, hopin' it win
+Purple haze got me chokin' again, open again
+I'm what's crackin', like your mamma smokin' again
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+If you see a model, then you might see me follow
+Rubbin' her thighs like Aladdin rub the Genie bottle
+Back for another swallow, Method, you know my motto:
+"Ya'll might just win today, but I'll be back tomorrow"
+
+[Method Man]
+Ya'll tryin' to get me started
+Who on the short yellow bus tryin' to get retarded?
+Kid don't be the artist, formerly known as artist
+Jump off a skyscraper, the roof who hit the hardest
+Where the bastards at and where they habitats?
+I send they asses back to foldin' sweaters at the Gap
+I like Nikes, food spicy, I'm a Pisces
+That's why women love me and any nigga that's like me
+Thoroughbread, I'm with gettin' this dough instead
+Need a ho, like I need another hole in the head
+Lord help me, I'm crackin' the safe, pocket like 'Face
+Mighty Healthy, you know I'm the shit, soon as you smelt me
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Method Man]
+For what it's worth, the early bird sit at the table and eat first
+My niggas need work, mami buggin', rippin' my t-shirt
+We can kick it until our feet hurt
+Mothers warn your daughters 'bout this tall drink of water
+Spoiler, waiter give her anything she order on the menu
+Method Man, live at your venue
+Smokin' it, jumpin' off the dick, like he mental
+Kid, I got a murder rap, and my head is simple
+Open up the pussy, put the lead in the pencils
+And people sayin' Wu gon' break up, ya'll
+We got y'all numbers, it's time ya'll got your wake up calls, and..
+
+[Hook 2X]
+**************************************************
+They Say[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Damn, I hate it when it rain
+Ever since I came in the game
+Some hated on the fame
+A lot of niggas done changed
+And started actin' strange
+Even labels turning they backs
+And started backing lames
+Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin'
+These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name
+Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is
+Radio lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop live
+It lives in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat
+I'm fed up, that nigga rides in 'em, givin 'em sleep
+R.I.P., make me the king of all I see
+And when death call I'm good I got call ID
+See it was clan in the front, now they just gon' front
+Like my joints is on proactive, and they just don't bump
+Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill
+When in fact they all been programmed
+And lost they feel, fo' real
+
+[Hook: Lauryn Hill]
+They've got so much things to say right now
+They've got so much things to say
+
+[Verse 2: CL Smooth]
+Like I'm givin you your last rites, when you see my face
+All you're lookin at is stars and stripes
+With three-fourths of the drug law
+So now you know why we build with bricks, they build with straw
+Against the mark of the beast
+Cause sometimes men must fight wars to truly have peace
+Hear to conquer valleys of foreign soil
+'til you show me all your hidden weapons and fields of oil
+I'm sendin in troops, heavy press want the inside scoop
+I'm like mums the word up in this coop - oversee that God
+When they move that quick
+Admire my swag to use it as a measuring stick
+I paid my dues, why we can't lose, plus I refuse
+To let 'em stagnate the growth of my blues
+The pattern of me is sign no statements, cop no plea
+In what can only be American Me
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill
+Often so hungry that they have to steal
+If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
+Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real
+And that ain't worth the time, so search and find a new nerve
+And here's three words: stop working mine
+It take a lot more to hurt my pride
+Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga
+The last album wasn't feeling my style
+This time my foot up in they ass but they feelin' me now
+Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do
+But somehow yall find someway to give a whack review
+It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood
+Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
+Come on man, until you dudes can write some rhymes
+Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Boondocks Sample]
+I'm gonna take you down
+Unless I take you down first
+"Unless I take you down first"
+Is that the best you can do?
+Shut up, punk!
+**************************************************
+Talk Dirty[Intro: Method Man]
+Smoking, choking up in this bitch
+Mr Meth, DJ Lethal collaboration
+Oh yeah, oh yeah, it goes like this, check it out, check it out
+Yo, yo, yo
+
+[Method Man]
+Guess who's coming to dinner, put up or shut up
+Sit on your ego, when I'm fed up, should of never ended
+The missintentions of a Meth Man
+I'm sorta like a CEO from Def Jam, minus the 'yes men'
+I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
+I spit things, pop out my neck like shark gill
+Live evil, DJ Lethal if you will
+My kin's in the kitchen, I got for the kill
+I'm like that, beyond "thunderdome", Mad Max
+Like I'm pissed off, busting on a urinery track
+Infection, it burns, anyone that step in my direction
+Time to count your money, and your blessings
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+They like it, when he talk dirty like that
+They like it, when he talk dirty like that
+Opposites attract, time to face facts
+When you bite me, I bite back
+Now everybody wanna talk about, hip hop, hop music
+Talk about, hip hop, hop music
+Talk about, hip hop, hop music
+Hop, hop, hop, hop, hop, hop music
+
+[Method Man]
+It's that state of the art, shit, business man
+Formerly known as the artist
+If ya'll ain't with me, then forget me
+Cuz if I go broke, nothing gon' fix me
+Except crispy, hundred dollar bills and fifties
+Here's the main course, indeed, bringing it often
+The starving for attention M.C.'s, stomachs is talking
+About these New York'ns, witty
+Who that got appettite for hot scorching plates
+Make Little Annie Orphan
+Sorta like Kurt Cobain, blowin' his brains
+With these lyrics, and funk that 'smells like teen spirit'
+Lookin' high, but hold up, look in they eye
+And you see crook, coming from that Crooked Letter I
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Method Man]
+Now gag yourself wit the spoon
+Tical 0: Dj Lethal, this coming soon
+Jo Lethal, I'd rather play the odds, fuck equals
+Besides, that's the sugar soften tooth to the people
+All my people, up til now, you heard it all
+And ya'll trying to shit on my lawn, curb your dog
+Know just where to find him, at four twenty, son
+But the Meth ain't gon' hit ya til 4:21
+Now that's game, can't call it, can't complain
+Just do the damn thing, like Nike shoe campaign
+Yeah, boo, I hit you with a backstage pass
+As long as you know, you giving up some backstage(ass)
+
+
+(Chorus)
+**************************************************
+The Show[Intro: sample]
+"Wanna see the world, ain't scared to do it
+Even if, your shocked by it
+Me and you, lost when you do it
+By myself, better off bein' you"
+
+[Intro: Method Man]
+Smoke cess nigga, smokin' that A.K
+Northern lights, yeah.. stick 'em!
+Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby doll
+Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I., better
+Known as the crooked letter I
+Come on! Self Service
+
+[Method Man]
+Y'all know me since '93, now let that weed burn
+Back in this bitch, class dismissed, it's the return
+Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn
+Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y'all killas learn
+Your only as good as your last hit
+Soon as you put them automatics on safety that's it
+I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets
+Till you blasted, the outcome, ashes to ashes
+We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound
+You either up or down, don't get that ass kicked
+Ya'll niggas fuck around, y'all only tough around
+The crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that ass kicked
+What part of the game is this?
+I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came to bitch, nigga
+So, whose the whipped nigga, don't even trip, nigga
+Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter
+I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk
+Then daddy might get him some tonight
+Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics
+Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right
+Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city
+To find out it'll cost you bout a buck fifty
+Across your face swiftly, my after taste shitty
+Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties
+And I ain't even got to say my name
+I got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick"
+You think it's all a game, like pussy all the same
+I'm speakin' toilet slang, not seakin' hall of fame
+It's raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dooky
+Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie
+That like to pop snoopy, think she gon' pop coochie
+Just cuz you got Gucci, don't mean you not hoochie
+Girl, I tell it like a T-I-N
+Ain't no other kids eatin' till I feed my kids
+Trick, oh, you ain't crushin', sister, I can't do nothin' wit you
+My money's celebate, honey, and we ain't fuckin' wit you
+I do it for the nookie, some say I'm too pushy
+Only thing better than pussy, that's some new pussy
+There that go, looky, it's gettin' ugly even
+With niggas so broke, they couldn't spend a lovely evening
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+Yeah, that's it
+Yeah, Method Man has just left the muthafuckin' building
+**************************************************
+Wild Cats[Intro: Method Man & Redman]
+We in the lab smokin' that good-good
+Doin' everything hood-hood
+Hey, man, let me get some weed, nigga
+Like we should-should
+Woo
+Arrh-arrh-arrh-arhh
+I don't think they ready for this
+Wild cats
+Boom boom
+Meth Lab, second season
+This how you make a song nigga
+Ayy, ayy
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Key to my city, my G is tricky, my tree is sticky
+Stairway is pissy, the crown they give me don't even fit me (Huh)
+King me, it's risky, if jiggy get me, I plead the fiffy
+They'll never snitch me, judge'll convict me, so just acquit me
+The fuzz against me, I'm butter-slippery, they think I'm shifty
+Zero to sixty, it's just a quickie, you blink, you miss me
+I'm just a fishy, got my bread and my chedda crispy
+My queen prissy, I kill her dead if she ever quit me
+These hoes only look good when tipsy, they said I'm picky, that's perfect
+You done scratched the surface, go 'head and sniff me
+I'm pushin' fifty, can't find your woman? She pushin' wit' me
+Was pushin' lifty, the family business was pushin' piffy
+That pusher in me, I did it gritty, no pretty in me
+I'm pretty trendy, I had to spend me a pretty penny
+One outta many, last to fend me, too many envy
+Don't gimmie-gimmie
+I do it dirty, no shimmy-shimmy
+
+[Verse 2: Hanz On]
+It's Hanz-arello but you can 'em Shameek from Belly
+Method giselle, we comin' out, we gon' catch a felly
+About the jelly, the P-L-O what we call the deli
+The Lab we smelly, could smell it all in your Pelle Pelle (Woo)
+Barq or Cola like refrigerators but ain't no Perry
+Careful fuckin' with regulators across the ferry
+It's necessary, I gotta bury my adversary
+These niggas scary, we commandeering this commissary
+This shit is manly, a little somethin', so don't get weary
+Wild cats from Missouri, I be your judge and jury
+I love a girly who get it poppin', you'll feel the fury
+We tellin' Siri to call the pigs to come get near me (C'mon)
+Hit a killer to be a killer but ain't no skelly
+Pissin' on 'em, we shittin' on 'em, but no R. Kelly
+Speakin' country to country, grammar, but ain't no Nelly
+Once upon a- from Shaolin wit' no Shkreli
+
+[Chorus: Redman, Streetlife & Method Man]
+Yow, We them wild cats
+You don't want that dope, we keep slangin' 'til it's right on your Coach, come on
+Where the Bricks & Staten Isle at?
+I got 'em right in my scope, leave 'em dead 'til I turn 'em ghosts, you know?
+Yow, we them wild cats
+You don't want that smoke, we ain't rich, so we goin' for broke, nigga
+Where the Bricks & Staten Isle at?
+We fittin' to go at they throats
+You must be a kiddin' tryna go with at the goats
+Come on
+
+[Verse 3: Redman]
+Yo, when I ain't sober, I'm bi-polar, invite me over
+Doc be dumpin' his ashes in your baby stroller
+When I was young I ate paint, lead, with quarter waters
+Now Red red linin' the Range Rover motor
+I smoke west of the border, your bud outta order
+I go apeshit, I'm a Caesar with a little Koba
+Tell your boss I'm the opposite of a Trump voter
+Yo dude, this wild cat not from Villanova
+I'm in the cut, like a buck fifty, I Tony Toka
+Your side piece, I'ma poke her and then I adios her
+My hood house on the block, we real estate brokers
+We make it sound like Forth of July in October
+The Bricks, Tommy Motolla, yeah, I'm a high-roller
+I write the crack that'll bring back Lamar Odom
+That girl got good brains, I know she got diplomas
+She fuckin' with a Goodfella, Ray Liotta
+
+[Verse 4: Streetlife]
+I'm kind of a big deal, I'm from the killin' hill
+You shackin' a fool, barbeque chicken on the grill
+I'm not your run of the mill, so play your peep skills
+I hope your girl's on the pill 'cause she's a cheap thrill
+We shoot to kill, blood spill for that dollar bill
+Your body parts'll be landfilled in Potter's Field
+You ain't really real, you bust when pressure build
+Like steel water in pipes when the winter chill
+My Louieville slugger, I call it Lucille
+See Lucy Lou, you like Kill Bill, the kid's ill
+The doc fillet 'em like veal, you see his last meal
+Your brains spill on your duck bill when caps peeled
+Might rupture my Achille heel chasin' this hunnid mills
+Streetlife, I'm hard to kill, call me the man of steel
+Real recognize real, I got mass appeal
+You Massengil, you all ass like Tip Drill
+
+[Chorus: Redman, Streetlife & Method Man]
+Yow, We them wild cats
+You don't want that dope, we keep slangin' 'til it's right on your Coach, come on
+Where the Bricks & Staten Isle at?
+I got 'em right in my scope, leave 'em dead 'til I turn 'em ghosts, you know?
+Yow, we them wild cats
+You don't want that smoke, we ain't rich, so we goin' for broke, nigga
+Where the Bricks & Staten Isle at?
+We fittin' to go at they throats
+You must be a kiddin' tryna go at the goats
+Come on
+**************************************************
+Spazzola[Intro]
+[Method] Uhh
+[M. Killa] Deadly melody part two
+[Method] That's my word!
+It ain't safe no more... bitch!
+
+[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
+Yo, yo
+Brain gets punctured and drained through the nasal
+Hour of assassination be upon you
+Movin with the tiger strike, bound, gagged and shot
+Red the head in, dapple light centered
+East remains hot with police
+But I keep a lease for my, four-fifth automatic
+Extended clip rewind, bust mine
+Anytime you reveal your snakeish ways and actions
+Observe the magnetic attraction
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Method Man]
+And it's time for some grid...
+
+[Verse 2: Street Life]
+...iron rap, action-packed grudge match
+Tough act to follow, hard copy novel
+Throw you off the Verrazano
+We swimmin with these sharks, yo I rate bodyguard
+Stamp my initial in your birthmark
+P.L.O., bust like a calico, tally ho
+Black expo, Tecs in afros, we back yo
+It's Dolemite, crash your windpipe, with the mic device
+Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot out the street lights
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+Sight beyond sight, late night, city light
+Tight like a virgin, mergin with my A-Alikes
+Splurgin, dirty to the grain, no detergent
+Filthy, innocent until I'm proven guilty
+Submergin, deeper in the lecture I'm servin
+Truth or consequences, life or death sentence
+I'm hurtin, your person, I'm certain, it's curtains
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+It ain't nuttin like hip-hop music
+You like it cause you choose it
+Most DJ's won't refuse it
+A lot of sucker MC's misuse it
+Don't think that Wu can't lose it
+Too much to gain to abuse it
+The name of the game is rapture
+This one is complete, it captures bass
+
+[Verse 4: Inspektah Deck]
+Yo, I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts
+Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlar, 9 Glocks
+Technique of rhyme pop machine gun ammo
+Sporadic flow buckled a foe, intro to outro
+Calico, throw verse, but slide my dough first
+I make thousands in the club with no shirts, go bezerk
+From the Shao' borough, whylin out on the furlow
+Commando, styles thorough, solo inferno
+It burns slow, thermonuclear degrees
+Heads are underseas down to the youngest seeds
+Wannabes clone, they light like summer breeze
+Hundred G's for the Garden, them fans stampede
+For the top cats, hit the mic like the iron-palm blast
+Equipped to perform the task
+S-I-N-Y, and what, head or gut
+The head rush, will cause your cerebellum to bust
+
+[Verse 5: Killa Sin]
+We be the world's most fabulous
+Hazardous, to fuck with these ravenous
+Killers get you stuck to the wall like wooden cabinets
+Extravagant, je-wel drop a helicopter high
+Up into the sky, lines philosiphize, I got stocks to buy
+Watch my pockets rise, to the bottom bust confide in God
+In Sin I trust, the villianous, criminal minded killers rust
+I intend to build and fortify in men
+Mastermind rhymin, navigate the globe then retire quick
+
+[Verse 6: Raekwon]
+Aiyyo fluid rap bend through it black, buluga black Ac'
+Tackle that, ghetto tabernackles throw it in your lap
+Slang A-K, national, geographical
+Mathematical, slide up in your work casual
+Nike Air Dog, who wear it all, plus down to brawl
+All a thousand with a bloody hair, flammable
+Rap mayors, who clap Himalayas pinky fingers
+Ever glacer, lacer, hand laser touches grail bomb blazers
+Sly-workin, network berzerk, mad hurtin
+Killer whales, fucking up sales, crash Bloomingdales
+Masqevendo, John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo
+Fuck y'all niggas carve my ice through your Benz window
+
+*door creaking open*
+*gunshots followed by a car alarm*
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+Uhh.. Spazz-Ola.. (Spazz-Ola)
+S-I-N-Y 10304
+Lock your doors
+Crack your jaws
+Drop your drawers
+It's all day everyday with this rap soufflé
+**************************************************
+Even If[Intro: Method Man]
+Yo, c’mon!
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Even if I died a thousand deaths, when I resurrect
+I’ll still be Meth, the jams will still be def
+I’m here, me and this mic-phone, we here
+And ain’t tryin’ to hear nothin’ cuz we had it up to here
+Lyrics have no dress code, from KRS to Depeche Mode
+Kid I’m so cool you catch cold
+At the jump off, it’s about to jump off
+My niggas speak with they hands or the gun talk
+Yo RZA, we got the Clan in the front and police
+At the door, every exit is laced with C-4
+About to blow, life trial I’m passed out
+MC’s is like bitches in thongs – they assed out
+But me, the M-E-T-H- the O-D
+Just too real, I can’t be touched and can’t feel
+The monotony in rap, take a picture of my nut sack
+Carbon copy that and send your crew a fax, motherfucker
+
+[Chorus: Method Man, (Streetlife)]
+New and improved Wu-Tang style
+Turn it up now, y’all done fucked up now
+(Spit flames) Five mics (Peep game) On site
+(Bring the pain) All night (Off the chain) Damn right!
+
+[Scratches: DJ Ty Boogie]
+“It’s the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth”
+“Tical-lion, hmm”
+
+[Interlude: Method Man]
+Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c’mon!
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Even if I died a thousand deaths, when I resurrect
+Through my first born, my name lives on
+My words is like a third degree to young emcees
+Buzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa Bees
+John Jacob, straight up, break up, schemes and plots
+Ace up my sleeve, bake up pies in pots
+So this is what it’s come to (Huh?)
+Lickin’ shots at them kids that used to punk you (Huh?)
+Repetitious rap shit, don’t get no air play in my whip
+And niggas can’t smoke wit’ dry lips so chapped
+Bite my shit, I’m like Kojack to get my flow back
+In fo’ flat, I track you down like a low jack
+Spy verse spy, eye for an eye can I
+Penalize the uncivilized, make ’em civilized
+You know right from wrong, so know I’m the bomb
+Who don’t beef for beats, see the tracks on my arm, motherfucker
+
+[Chorus: Method Man, (Streetlife)]
+New and improved Wu-Tang style
+Turn it up now, y’all done fucked up now
+(Spit flames) Five mics (Peep game) On site
+(Bring the pain) All night (Off the chain) Damn right!
+
+[Scratches: DJ Ty Boogie]
+“It’s the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth”
+“Tical-lion, hmm”
+
+[Outro: Method Man & DJ Ty Boogie]
+Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c’mon!
+“It’s the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth”
+“Tical-lion, hmm”
+“It’s the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth”
+“Tical-lion, hmm”
+“It’s the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth”
+“Tical-lion, hmm”
+Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c’mon!
+**************************************************
+Konichiwa Bitches[Hook 2X: GZA sample]
+"Konichiwa bitches"
+
+[Method Man]
+What up, what up, these niggas suck
+They can't hold a fort, better hold that thought, B
+If I can't get it off, see my attitude is MSG
+Fuck it, I'm salty, the game been loss me
+Pay ya dues, it cost me, who acting like I'm past my prime
+Hey Carlton Fisk, nigga, pass the nine, who wanna cross me, now?
+And put my body in the lost and found
+You with the business, then bust off a round
+It's like the passions of Christ, get crucified just for having that ice
+And the audacity for having that life, while niggas starving & shit
+The main reason they be robbing and shit
+The same reason you've been targeted bitch (these niggas must of forgot)
+The thin line between a ho and a trick
+Give 'em the clip between the four and the fifth (yea, motherfucker I'm high)
+There I go again, blowing a spliff
+When I exhale, it's like I'm blowing a kiss (konichiwa bitches)
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+N.Y.C., is all I see
+O.D.B., nigga, R.I.P. (konichiwa bitches)
+This Killa Beez on ya M.I.C
+You want it all, well then y'all like me (konichiwa bitches)
+Come on, come on, I think they playing my song
+I came to blow them out the frame, and I'm gone (konichiwa bitches)
+M-E-T, to the H-O-D
+Why motherfuckers wanna hate on me? (konichiwa bitches)
+
+[Method Man]
+For every rhyme, there's a hair on my chest
+Scared of the Man, you should be scared of the Meth
+Now every jam that I drop, is homicidal, that could dare to be done
+There's no survival, now who care to be next? (if you don't know me by now)
+Know where the borough is, doing it for
+The most thoroughest, you doing the most, pa
+The French call it Faux Pas when fucking with son, the odds a hundred to none
+Too many flavors, y'all ain't fucking with one
+It's getting deep, see the plot thicker
+No place to be, if you bi-atch, nigga
+Outside the Clan, we always got RZA
+I put it down, like I don't give a
+One in the head, I bet he don't get up, we drinking malt liquor
+Out of your Benz, just to talk slicker
+Then paint a scene that you can all picture
+You going in? Well, let me walk with cha
+It's Method Man, but for short Mr., Mef (konichiwa bitches)
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Hook 4X]
+**************************************************
+2 Minutes of Your Time[Verse 1: Method Man]
+I wrote this verse on the 25th
+But half a y’all just ain't gon get it till the 26th
+I’m here to analyze ya shooter
+Like I’m Kenny Smith
+But I ain’t Kenny
+Kenny can shoot it
+But can he spit?
+This ain’t for morons
+Hashtag NEW Yiddi trick, and oxymorons
+Fat broads who skinny dip
+The War Report on
+Better come with your sword on
+I hit ya with that Cee-Lo Green
+You know that short arm
+The people caught on (wait)
+I meant to say the People’s Court on (wait)
+For the record I hope record on (brake)
+Before I wreck it
+Too many styles to go on
+Wu-Tang is for the children
+Go get ya child support on
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+I ain’t tryna bring the city back
+And all that pretty boy rap
+Ain’t where I’m really at
+Besides rappers don’t really ride
+They piggy back - I’ll trade them all
+To have 2Pac & Biggie back
+Facts. Don’t give me dap
+Don’t want your pity want Fifty Fifty
+Just give me that
+Want every penny both Hanz on
+How many that?
+A black president
+White house, what's really rap?
+We not so friendly at my house (clicky clack)
+If necessary, pet cemetery, ya kitty cat – Won’t let em eat
+Cause my other problems too many rats
+Ya boy a beast on this mic Jack
+Da ratchet tryna peel (pill) ya like Mike Jack
+Call that thriller a nite cap
+Take a moment to suck it up
+But make it brief nobody cared if ya cow died
+Don’t make it beef
+Rap game we own it
+We really in these streets
+You rap lames is homeless
+You really in the streets
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+I ain’t tryna bring the city back
+And all that pretty boy rap
+Ain’t where I’m really at
+Really how sillys that?
+Besides rappers don’t really
+Ride they piggy back
+I’ll trade them all
+To have 2Pac & Biggie back
+**************************************************
+Intelligent Meth[Intro: iNTeLL]
+Yeah, yeah
+A-yo, a-yo
+The I-N-T-E-double-L
+
+[Verse 1:  iNTeLL]
+It’s like I’m trapped inside a cage
+I can’t explain this type of rage
+It’s not a moment or a phase
+But possibly the end of days
+Watch as I stand up on the stage
+Not as an artist but a slave
+Deep inside my subconscious
+My music keeping me sane
+They say it’s levels to the shit, I say it’s levels to your brain
+You can’t acquire the higher, you’ll always remain the same
+Regardless of all the money and bitches yanking your chain
+What good is a private plane to a man who can’t walk the plains
+Hip-hop is now gen-pop, populated with lames
+Attacking you with these frequencies meant to destroy your brain
+I’m fitting to go supernova expose em to super-flames
+Soon as I pick these locks on these psychological chains
+The answer is in the question the question comes from the pain
+And the pain is just electrical signals sent to my brain
+But the brain is just a box where information remains
+As I try to remain a soldier, the voice in my head explains
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+I’m still shadowboxing lungs and oxygen
+This an icebreaker, no bubblegum was popping
+Another hot concoction trick, ya might need amoxicillin
+The kid’s too sick, you're gonna need shots to kill em
+My method is ill, Doc admit him
+When I see you, ICU can get em
+Your boy give em bars until the judge acquit him
+The court can’t convict him or find the gloves to fit him
+That’s OJ, I mean OK, I mean, I’m not kidding, no play
+Jealous ones still envy, that’s Jose
+Peace to Cartagena, I flow hey
+But I don’t speak Spanish, yo no se
+I’m a seasoned veteran, obey
+Obtain a freestyle, it’s cold pay
+The old me, resort to my old ways
+My old man was stuck in his old days
+Still he wanna blaze like John but rapping ain’t in his forte
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+Look how we did it to ya
+Y’all just don’t get it do you?
+Special deliver to ya
+This is how we give it to you
+I'mma get it to ya (x4)
+What rapper spit it truer?
+But they don’t live it, do ya?
+My shooter cock the Ruger
+This is how we get it to you
+I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
+I'mma get it to ya(RAW)
+I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
+I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
+
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+It was only the elite who could walk these streets
+With jewels and not get stuck, niggas didn’t give a fuck
+Real G’s know I’m talking about
+Taking what you making, stripping what you wearing
+Caring about nothing
+Gun barrel in your face, cold steel on your cheek
+This is how we meet and greet, enemy across the street
+Leaning on his Rover jeeps, smiling, showing all our teeth
+Seeking son in my hood, it ain’t all sweet
+And you haven’t earned the respect
+Of those who come, creep and take money
+So you just food that niggas come eat
+And they don’t get no chain back
+You might see em rocking that
+Fuck you looking at? Problem needs solving
+You see that big 357 thing revolving…revolving
+
+[Verse 4: Streetlife]
+Yeah, you niggas ain’t street, my money talks word of mouth
+I figured you out the life I live, you’re not about
+Price on your head, I’m taking cash advances
+I’ll take my chances, then deal with the circumstances
+Livin’ off the land like a land shark
+I’m on the lamb like the gyro with the white sauce
+Idle times a devil playground, make moves
+Watch me kill your whole vibes, crush groove
+Hands high, say hello to my little friend
+Point the finger at the bad guy, it’s me again
+Who are they to criticize me? I do it like a G
+I’m a nigga from the motherfucking streets
+Throw me in the fire, watch me bubble
+I was built for the struggle, my knees never buckle
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+Look how we did it to ya
+Y’all just don’t get it do you?
+Special deliver to ya
+This is how we give it to you
+I'mma get it to ya (x4)
+What rapper spit it truer?
+But they don’t live it, do ya?
+My shooter cock the Ruger
+This is how we get it to you
+I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
+I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
+I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
+I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
+**************************************************
+Bulworth (They Talk About It While We Live It)[Intro: Prodigy]
+Aiyyo, word up Dunn
+These niggas making me laugh, yo
+Gotta be more to it than this, word up
+
+*Doing an impression of Scarface*
+This what it's all about Dunn? Uh?
+Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking (Can't understand)
+
+Whattup, I don't know baby
+Nah man, it's not, it's not yo word up
+I'm tellin you right now
+I know this shit though, aiyyo
+
+[Verse 1: Prodigy]
+Disagreeable, foul energy, tryin to
+Absorb my energy, knowin it's the strength of me
+Take a few to give me a edge
+My green light shine bright, Kryptonite type
+Fully operational, my physical cream
+Put the bottles of smoke down, pick up a magazine
+Popped it inside the AR-15
+Put it aside, round up the regime
+While you rely on religion, I hold a nine
+On the mission, to pull fire on your opposition
+Revelation was the vision of this
+Crack the heavens, it's time to bring the business, shit
+My story goes back to the Mars Pyramids
+I've seen things that you won't believe exist
+You's a luna-tic, suspended in time, Dunn
+The secondary light got your mind
+You rock the fatigues, to squabble 'til [?] popular [?] guns
+But are you really prepared, for the things to come?
+
+[Verse 2: KRS-One]
+Check it out
+True underground sound from the Boogie Down
+Uptown Downtown gather round for the showdown, in they faces
+Calling out these racists, at Rolling Stone
+Spin Details and other places, KRS is The Source
+Fuck these magazine leadin hip-hop off course
+You'll print about Black Mayors, Black Senators
+Why you ain't got no Black Editors?
+Everytime I do an interview in Rolling Stone
+They sendin me a writer that look like he's Home Alone
+Ignorant, to the culture and the microphone
+This has got to stop -- your whole spot
+Is blown sky high, battle why try?
+My view is bird's eye, scopin with my third eye
+You don't understand, why you're publically banned
+Until you recognize the writing skills of a black man
+Black Editor, all of us ain't thuggin
+Gossiping over who's homosexual
+Some of us are Black Intellectuals, up in Harlem World
+You can't get with me, so now in Midtown
+You wanna stop and talk to me?
+Bitch ass journalist, is this your fake hip-hop publication?
+Look I'm burnin this
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+How many didn't want to see it happen
+Street moves, live from Staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin
+Hate to see a brother do good through legal action
+So you sabotage and throw a Def in the Squad
+Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po flashin
+These Dark Soul Assassins, Jake's hate the Gods with a passion
+So I keep it movin in an orderly, fashion
+Pedal to the floor -- peep the Jim Crow law, mind control theory
+Y'all niggas don't hear me, Generation Next
+Droppin fast who's next, next to get wet
+By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me
+Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie
+Is reality the truth, the whole truth and
+Nothin but the truth, taste is the proof
+These niggas want the Juice, and in the crossfire
+Be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they shoot
+
+[Verse 4: KAM]
+What kind of party is this, it's that political kind
+Where America's best, most hypocritical minds
+Try they hands at keepin y'all deaf dumb and blind
+And for the right dollar sign, do white collar crime
+Behind suits, and clean shaves
+I confuse em and use em as tools and slaves
+Because my schools is graves and jobs is plantations --
+I robs the damn nation
+So I can live in luxury, you fucks with me
+You marryin the dirt and I'mma throw in the tux for free
+I tell the people what they wanna hear
+I make em laugh and cheer, and then they re-elect me every year
+So when the coast is clear, I stop duckin
+And start back doin dope, cussin and fuckin
+I kiss the babies, shake hands, wave and smile for flicks
+That's my style, my pol-i-tricks
+Triple-Six convicts, lyin is automatic
+In the government, Republican or Democratic
+Fuck Freedom, Justice and Equality
+Nigga just accept my apology and suck this trick-knowledgy
+**************************************************
+Two More Mins[Intro]
+Ugh
+Hah
+Whoa
+Yeah
+Meth Lab 2
+Let's go
+Hah
+Look
+
+[Verse]
+I'm underrated, no attention from under payment
+I undertake 'em where underground is an understatement
+These underages ain't understandin' I'm undegraded
+Under my status, you'll see my picture, right, I'm the greatest
+I'm compenstated, one composition, it's complicated
+My competition, number two, but it's constipated
+This unconditional, unconventional condemnation
+It's to convince you to find your way out the conversation
+I'm so amazin', break fast when most waitin'
+The beef bakin', eggs is runny, my toast raisin'
+Suppose I blaze 'em
+A lot of haters and most hate 'em
+Ain't gotta name 'em or name the city that don't claim 'em
+And I don't blame 'em, ultimately there's ultimatum
+It's all verbatim, these rappers finished before I say 'em
+Before the mayhem, there was Method, see mother made 'em
+But mother F 'em in every method his mother gave 'em
+So many rappers to kill, where did the time go?
+Might even be a friend of the family but you ain't mine, though
+Choppa to the side of ya top, it'll let your mind go
+Don't test that Big Poppa that you ain't Ready To Die for
+Die hoe, it's Snow White sniffin', I kill you, heigh ho
+Unless you're one of Destiny's Children, you won't survive, hoe
+So many rappers to kill, where did the time go?
+Might even be a friend of the family but you ain't-
+Yo, look, who sippin' bones made from tiger?
+Robbin' that vagina like the dream was made in China
+Hard timer, son could be the shooter and the driver
+Off the rack, find her like you see no Future in Desiigner
+No disprect to either, I'ma rhymer
+Give Aretha to Obama
+Got a problem? give 'em Ether
+I'm tryna smash once, you could keep her
+I gave that trick the thumb, "bye Felicia"
+My Method just as blunt as my Cohiba
+
+[Outro]
+Two more minutes
+Done
+**************************************************
+Killing the Game[Verse 1: Pretty Blanco]
+Yeah, nah, nah
+You ain't never run into a goonie in the boonies, better hope I let my toolie out (Huh)
+But I ain't never lackin', boy, you actin' when I catch you up in traffic, I'ma put one in your dome (Pop pop)
+'Cause the day I lost my brother, I was sittin' with my mother and she told me I would never be alone (Yeah)
+So I grabbed that four-five, why should homie be alive when he got my best friend? Now he gone
+No, this shit just so wrong (Yeah)
+Remember his cousin was callin' my phone (Brrrp)
+Like, Blanco, let's get him, I know where he headed
+He need to be deaded, let's go
+So we hit the road, gone off them shrooms like I'm Toad (Whoop)
+Hoppin' to Fourth, that four-forty-four close
+It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go
+Reloaded it and dump it some more (B-r-r-r-p)
+So we posted up by the store
+Freezin', it's twenty below
+Blowin' this weed by the O
+We just 'bout to leave and then, yo, I think I just seen me that fiend that hit Gene and my bro
+He's right on the corner with Steven and Joe
+Now it's open season, I'm fiendin' to blow
+So Lee hop up outta the whip, when he let that shit rip, I saw all of 'em three on the floor, whoa
+But I guess what can I say?
+I hit JFK and was back to LA (Whoo)
+A thief in the night and a thief in the day
+So I take what I want, while I'm chiefin' the J
+Huh, while I'm chiefin' the J
+Be careful out here in them streets where you play
+Be careful out here when you speak what you say
+'Cause your ass will get cut up, the meat, the filet, like whoa
+
+[Chorus]
+We killin' these lames, so my killers insane
+Watch how we killin' the game-we killin' the game
+We be killin' the brain and got me not feelin' a thang
+We killin' these lames, so my killers insane
+Watch how we killin' the game-we killin' the game
+We be killin' the brain and got me not feelin' a thang
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+I'm back in my stash, we back in the lab
+Got killas in back of your pad with ratchets and masks
+We 'bout to catch us a bag,I'm fire, no matches or gas
+I'm mashin' the gas (Skrt), I done mastered the class
+Do not give these rappers a pass
+These rappers is trash
+I give these rappers the drag then ask, "Is you mad or you mad?" (Rah)
+Haters, I'm flickin' 'em all
+Critics have written 'em off
+Trick, I'ma boss
+I might not be bigger than Ross but still might be bigger than yours
+I smell like the vault
+She smellin' like Christian Dior
+But we don't be kissin' them broads, uh-uh, not at all
+I mean it, I seen it before
+Their momma a queen like Afeni Shakur
+Meth know the meanin' of floor
+They fiend to be king of New York
+But why if the kingdom is poor?
+Now we keepin' score
+Don't know what you figure me for
+Who told you the city was yours? (Aah)
+Round of applause and you get around just because (Ha)
+You wasn't down for the cause
+Provin' the form, hope it ain't you in the morgue
+See, this what I do when I'm bored
+Nothin' to do with the law
+Got nothin' to do wit'cha boy
+The cops'll put two in your boy
+Your day'll be worn for sure
+Soon as my key in the door and I get my feet on the floor
+Believe it, I'm eatin' some more
+Beastin' some more
+Beef, it don't need to be thawed (Rah)
+This is the reason I'm raw
+**************************************************
+Play IV Keeps[Intro: Method Man]
+Ha, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
+One time.. yo
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Never liked son from day one, bring you tool
+That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass
+Who care where you came from, you ain't prepared
+For when the pain come, this nigga scared, shook to death
+From a cold stare, stuntin, knowin my brothers fiend
+To do you somethin over here, we head huntin
+In the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin
+I Smash Pumpkins, Hard Rock be in the Cafe
+Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us
+The last days, makin sure I get the last say
+In the food chain, is you predator or prey?
+If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back
+Crack your vertabrae, lookin for a better way
+To get my point across, thoughts accelerate
+At the same speed, of the muder rate
+Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my nigga Carlton Fisk
+See the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth
+
+[Verse 2: Street Life]
+Life's a snippet, one way ticket
+Time tickin fast, blink you might miss it
+Semen on Street shit, you might catch fifty stitches
+Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches
+I play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet
+My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete
+Evident, Killa Hill, resident, double dart agent
+Secret intelligent my rap style's flagrant
+
+[Hook x 2]
+Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze
+Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps
+In the city that you never sleep, pay attention
+Ain't no shittin when you gotta eat, we hold it down
+
+[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
+I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland
+One hand holds the head of the last brave man
+Made man, Cuban Link chain of command
+Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand
+My live team turn the club to a crime scene
+High beams flash, promoters die behind CREAM
+Get your face blown, might face the chrome
+We take this more serious than just a poem
+
+[Verse 4: Havoc]
+I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent
+About the foul shit goin on in my life, current event
+It's evident I smoke ciggarette down to Brownsville
+Thinkin to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill?
+Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase
+Hemmed by Jake, worryin who might turn state's
+So I chill, put my killa niggas on the battlefield
+On the low plottin silent murderer, never doubt still
+Never follow beef hey beef follow me
+Wanna settle in the court I say settle in the streets
+Like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it
+Now you dry snitchin, because you got knocked with it
+I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute
+Stash my dough secure the funds of profit
+
+[Verse 5: Prodigy]
+Yo, extreme rhyme niggas, you wastin your time
+Fuckin with my niggas, extrordinary line swishin
+Your mind out position, tryin to figure this shit
+Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this
+Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song
+Doin this for too long, to not come strong
+You're only a pawn of Viet Dong
+Tryin to form against mines, you musta just been born
+Secluded on a distant farm
+This is the real world, where niggas get shot and shanked
+Where there's tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed
+Crushed to dust, by the next man's clutch
+It's Infamous you fucks, intense bad luck..
+
+[Hook x 2]
+
+[Outro]
+Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready
+For a war here, fuck peace, what?
+Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready
+For a war here, fuck peace, peace
+**************************************************
+The Turn"Everywhere I turn, I see, your face..."
+
+[Intro: Raekwon]
+Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah
+Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, ya'll
+Yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Yo, we the Gods, still tear the whole hood apart
+Darts that'll splatter through faces, taste niggas hearts
+I'm intellectual, plus professional
+And Walbaums to vegetables
+Shit is right here, like buyin' fly gear
+Dare any white man or fan nigga, ran through niggas
+Blew shotties in niggas lobbies, the grand RZA
+We left, the radio broke, I yoke my vocals, hittin' green smoke
+Allah Math', show me when the needle broke
+Numb the whole crowd up, stupid ass Loud fouled up
+Never knew what they had, now they proud of us
+Picture my vision, precision, lines jumpin' out of commission
+Divine got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me
+Rae, we gotta generate, lord, I feel the Ditech, the mildew
+Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little
+Wrap up the whole rap government
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Go 'head, ya'll floss wit' it
+Walk wit', I slap your boss wit' it
+Navy blue, New York fitted, I'm cold frost bitted
+Two puffs and off wit' it
+You'll smell the herb 'fore I lit it, the spots is forfeited
+Blocks is hot, feel the shot from the fo'-fitty
+With no regard for your boulevard, just the shit bag and bullet scar
+It's the Riddler, riddle me this, riddle me that
+Who the pretender? And who the door man that let them enter?
+The Wu-Tang, 36 Cham', what you smokin'?
+Got you in the game chokin', like Van Gundy coachin'
+Your street team, bunch of weaklings
+Don't ever let me catch your reaching
+Respect when a grown man is speaking
+Shh, keep on sleeping, and just like TLC, I keep on Creeping
+To five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin'
+The heat seeking missile official, that got issue
+Like Funk Doc got snot tissue, it's Hott Nikkels
+
+[Break]
+"Everywhere I turn, I see, your face, but you're never there"
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+Shh... shit ain't over..
+Okay, now, same shit, different day, grinding, gettin' paid
+Self at it, automatic, guns that spit and spray
+Gotta have it, ass grab it, time to slip and weight
+Godbody, House your Party, watch the Kid N Play
+Ya'll gon' make me go postal, up in this muthafucka
+House full of bloodsuckas and hoes that love hustlers
+Roll that izza, pour me another kizza
+Bigga, to my nigga, so drunk they can't get up
+Shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes
+Let the herb spots run til' the cops come
+Suppose I was just another stick in the mud
+On a Saturday thinkin', how I'ma get the fifth in the club
+See my crew thick, everyday I fights to prove it
+We comes undisputed, with batteries included
+Honey's "bee" like Meth, I be like what?
+They want some free CDs, I'm like "see these" nuts
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' high tonight, say all right, haha
+If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' drunk tonight, say all right, haha
+It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah, yeah, ok
+It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah..
+**************************************************
+I’ll Be There For You / You’re All I Need to Get By (Keep It Tight Mix)[Intro: Method Man & Mary J. Blige]
+Cheeba chebba, y'all
+You're all
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+I need
+Ya don't stop
+To get by
+Yeah yeah
+Ahh
+(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
+Cootie in the chair
+You're all
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+I need
+Ya don't stop
+To get by
+Yeah yeah
+Ahh
+(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
+Cootie in the, check it
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Shorty, I'm there for you anytime you need me
+For real, girl, it's me in your world, believe me
+Nuttin' make a man feel better than a woman
+Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
+There are few things that's forever, my lady
+We can make war or make babies
+Back when I was nothin'
+You made a brother feel like he was somethin'
+That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
+Even when the skies were gray
+You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay"
+Now that's real to a brother like me, baby
+Never ever give my cootie away, and keep it tight, a'ight
+And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
+In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids
+Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife
+Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we
+Be livin' in the effin lap of luxury
+I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk wit' me
+But you did, now I'm going all out, kid
+And I got mad love to give
+
+[Chorus: Method Man & Mary J. Blige]
+You're all
+I need
+To get by
+Ahh, all I need
+(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
+You're all
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+I need
+Ya don't stop
+To get by
+Ahh
+(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
+Come on
+
+[Bridge: Mary J. Blige & Method Man]
+Like sweet morning dew
+I took one look at you
+And it was plain to see
+(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
+You were my destiny
+With you I'll spend my time
+I'll dedicate my life
+I'll sacrifice for you
+Dedicate my life for you
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man & Mary J. Blige]
+I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
+Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
+Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
+No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home
+Even if I'm locked up North you in the world
+Rockin' three-fourths of cloth, never showin' your stuff off, boo
+It be true, me for you, that's how it is
+I'll be your Noah, you be my Wiz
+I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and kisses
+Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please
+Be on another level of planning, of understanding
+The bond between man and woman, and child
+The highest elevation, 'cause we above
+All that romance crap, just show your love
+(You're all...) Suck up on these
+
+[Chorus: Method Man & Mary J. Blige]
+You're all
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+I need
+Ya don't stop
+To get by
+Yeah yeah
+Ahh
+(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
+Cootie in the, tical
+You're all
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+I need
+Ya don't stop, ya don't stop
+To get by
+Yeah yeah
+Ahh
+(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
+Cootie in the chair, tical
+You're all
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+I need
+And ya don't stop, ya don't stop
+To get by
+Yeah yeah
+Ahh
+(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
+Cootie in the chair, tical
+You're all
+Mary J., y'all
+I need
+And Methical
+To get by
+(Like sweet morning dew)
+Yeah yeah
+Ahh
+(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
+(I took one look at you)
+Cootie in the chair, tical
+You're all
+(And it was plain to see)
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+I need
+(You were my destiny)
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+To get by
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+Ahh
+(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
+You're all
+Yeah
+I need
+To get by
+Ahh
+(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
+What's that shit that they be smokin'?
+You're all
+I need
+To get by
+Ahh
+(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
+You're all
+I need
+To get by
+Johnny Blaze
+Ahh
+(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
+You're all
+I need
+To get by
+Ahh
+(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
+
+[Outro: Method Man & Mary J. Blige]
+Man, woman, and child, I'm here
+Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh
+Oh, you're all I need
+(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
+Anything, anything you need, yeah
+(W-w-wild, I'm about to blow)
+**************************************************
+Afterparty[Intro: Method Man]
+Damn... yo, yo
+
+[Method Man]
+Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M
+Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin
+Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, Meth, the mailman!
+
+[Method Man]
+Yo, Ghost, let him in!
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
+Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen
+
+[Method Man]
+Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
+My keys is missin', my trees is missin'
+No more parties, cuz Doc need to listen
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Cuz something in my closet, go look (he's a pissin')
+I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back
+
+[Method Man]
+Half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm
+Thta's wrong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon
+Stretch with a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn
+Ladies throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on
+
+[Hook: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
+Ichi, ni, san, shi
+Boats (suites) dough (beats)
+No cat give you these, rap flow triple g's
+Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all time
+Rush little shotgun, rest around nine
+Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no swine
+Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes
+And U-G. had a Masta headache
+Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin' that cake
+Where Divine at? Wine at
+Tell a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it wit a blind back
+Dime sack, you know we blew that wit the cognac
+Them bowling ball lead head niggas, we call them pawn yacks
+
+[Method Man]
+I say my girl, like to party all the time, Ghost
+Spend up my ends, every week, she always cryin' broke
+Thank God it's friday, I just got paid
+Feelin' good like I just got laid
+The next drink's on me, instead of, oh God, you think O.G
+White girls they comin' out, like they Pink on E
+So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless
+We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin' garbage
+Is where it's crackin' at, Street is you passin' that?
+Mami's is grabbin' ass, Johnny, I'm grabbin' back
+You know my habitat, you know my peoples
+If you wit me, where you at
+There ain't nothin' compared to that, come on!
+
+[Hook: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
+Ichi, ni, san, shi
+Boats (suites) dough (beats)
+No flows ill as these, M and Ghost, nigga please
+Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride
+
+[Hook 2X: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
+I got me some Seagram's gin
+Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
+(These cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men
+Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with them)
+Come back again, drunk off your gin
+And when they try to get you for they ends, that's no friend
+That's no friend, eh, eh
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+Yeah, greedy muthafuckas, always wanna get high
+But never wanna buy, first one to come to the party
+Last one to leave, man, fuck all that
+Aiyo, Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we come from man..
+**************************************************
+Know Your Role [The Rock Theme]Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+I smell it
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+I smell it
+Come on, come on
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+Yo, finally The Rock has come back
+Layin down the smack on your monkey crap candy coated ass
+Enter the squared circle with the Great One
+Most electrifying moves, don't change the station
+Children and their children, they all chant
+With the millions upon millions of Rock's fans
+Get ready for the square dance, here's your chance
+For a can of ass whooping, from the People's Champ
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+Jabroni, check yourself, you don't know me
+Jabroni, go back to the gym, you're too bony
+So you want a piece of The Rock? Make you crumble
+In these Wrestlemanias, kid, we Royal Rumble
+Telling us that Raw is War, what the hell you think we came for?
+Just to play with these whips and chainsaws? And sharp glass
+I'll shine them up real nice, turn them sideways
+And shove them up your candy ass
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+Yo, yo, this is it y'all, Summer Slam, Summer Sam'd out
+It's Thursday Night Smackdown, there's No Way Out
+Now you got a problem, with the Brahma Bull
+Time to throw Rock Bottom
+Ain't no way to stop him
+See the People's Eyebrow, ignite the crowd
+Into a feeding frenzy, they want blood now
+Chinlock and chair shots, suplexes, legdrops
+Finish with the People's Elbow and sign it Rock
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+If you smell what The Rock's cooking
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+Do you smell what The Rock is cooking?
+**************************************************
+The Oath[Intro: The Night's Watch Oath]
+Night gathers, and now my watch begins
+It shall not end until my death
+I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children
+I shall wear no crowns and win no glory
+I shall live and die at my post
+I am the sword in the darkness
+I am the watcher on the walls
+I am the shield that guards the realms of men
+I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch
+For this night and all the nights to come
+
+[Verse 1]
+Night gathers, my watch begins
+To manifest 'til death, and it shall not end
+I take no wife, no land, father no children
+I wear no crown, win no glory and I shall not bend
+I am the shield  that's here to guard the realms of men
+I been in hell, while they're asking where the hell I've been
+I am the sword in the darkness, the watcher of all
+That means I'm heartless, bigger they come harder they fall
+I pledge my life and my honor to the Night's watch
+For this night and nights to come I give my life, watch
+See the black crow, watch it revolve
+Some call us black brothers
+Ice watch, colder than yours, we wear them black colors
+
+[Hook]
+Are you even man enough to take the oath
+Man enough to take a dagger to a throat
+Or are you only man enough when it matters the most?
+Whats the matter?
+You was thinking your life mattered? It don't
+
+[Interlude]
+Do you know what leadership means?
+It means that the person in charge gets second guessed by every little twat with a mouth
+But if he starts second guessing himself, that's the end
+
+[Bridge][x2]
+I am the sword in the darkness, the watcher of all
+That means I'm heartless, bigger they come harder they fall
+(Night Watch)(x2)
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+This is not the end, not for us
+Not if you lot do your duty for however long it takes to beat them back
+**************************************************
+Release Yo’ Delf (Prodigy Remix)[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Check it, I'm the fucking man, who they mention
+Noticed that other niggas rap styles is bogus
+Doo-doo compared to this versatile voodoo
+Blazing, the stuff that ignites stimulation
+Inside ya, cause I be that hell sure provider
+Providing the rhyme that be deep as the Poseidon Adventure
+Niggas need to test they freaking tincture
+For the sickness that be spreading with the quickness
+Remedies, cousin I be doing on my enemy
+Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories
+Emotion, coursing through your town street vicinity
+Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
+Party people getting down
+When it hit no doubt about
+Just release, yo delf!!
+
+[Break 1: Method Man]
+Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
+And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh
+Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
+And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh
+And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
+And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh
+And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
+And keep it movin', you know we keep it move
+RHARHHH!
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+My God, somebody said it's on, if it is then I'll be set
+To blow a nigga up with my "Five Fingers of Death"
+I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand if you fronting
+On any man down with the Clan, I be coming
+For the headpiece you can't cope
+For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
+Serial killer style from the Isles of Stat
+My peoples are you with me, where you at?
+Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick
+Niggas looking all in my face like they want dick
+It's about to hit the fan, hit the floor
+That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no more
+What is it? Niggas think they bigger
+Because they got their finger on the trigger of a biscuit
+They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it
+Eat they raw sound, wash it down with a Mistic
+Better yet a Snapple
+Nigga want the juice but he don't want the hassle
+So we're trying to overthrow the castle
+Better yet the temple I'm coming to your town black down
+The rental car, the pistol cocked
+If you don't want to burn from the Glock
+Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what?
+The buck stops here, no more dough will be made
+Unless it's being made by who?
+
+
+[Chorus]
+What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
+Party people getting down
+When it hit no doubt about
+Just release, yo delf!!
+
+[Break 2: Method Man]
+Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
+And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin', uh
+And keep it
+Movin', baby, we be movin', uh
+And keep it movin', you know we keep it move
+RHARHHH!
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+"And keep it"
+"And keep it"
+"And keep it"
+"And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh"
+"You know we keep it"
+"We keep it movin'"
+**************************************************
+Suspect Chin Music[Method Man]
+Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
+Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
+All hail me, the good the bag the ugily
+The money's around your way, lovely
+Where for art thou Meth-tical god-child
+I pack a smile like crocodile profile
+Can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
+Spin around let your who'sle crown man down, man down
+
+[Street Life]
+I live by the street code never old
+Never love a ho, never flash the dough
+Cause you never know who friend or foe
+Got block control solid gold thought
+Before the blow lets stroll through the ghetto
+Habitat with no parole
+Never snitch switch which
+Keep a fresh pair of kicks
+Split the tongue snatch the weed
+In case the cops wanna strip search
+Think first prepare for the worst
+When you do dirt
+Remember there's a million other niggas with the same thirst
+
+[Method Man]
+No doubt dummy out
+Bets pull the money out
+Niggas walk a funny route
+This is what its all about?
+Young guns and dum-dums
+Slum bums and sons
+Askin' niggas where they come from
+Get him for his ones, um
+Sunshine, its crunch time
+Stranded on the front line
+Ducking from the one-time
+Niggas on the run, where the cameras can't come, ha
+Make this one the anthem
+Ring around the rosie
+Pocket full of Grants, uh
+
+[Bridge]
+Just because you wild in the club you ain't thug
+Sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug
+Tattoos and hard screws don't make you thug
+Sucker for love catch a slug, nigga
+
+[Hook]
+Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
+Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
+Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow
+Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow
+
+[Street Life]
+Carry a ox and avoid spots
+Cell blocks rap blow you for your slot time
+What you got's mines
+We can take it to the yellow lines and we can pull nine
+Whether the rhyme or the crime I'm a still shine
+Heavy on the street talk, cut your life support short
+Never had no love for you so it ain't no love lost
+Strictly enforced by a street source, get double-crossed
+Hands off, I run with the torch
+
+[Method Man]
+They got me fed up from the head up
+Put up or shut up
+On stage in them shiny get-ups?
+Niggas is funny
+Energizer bunny actors
+They hustle backwards
+Son, I think they gay rappers, say word
+Drops will slash ya, darts splash ya
+Party crasher, the spell caster
+Heard the same before and after
+It's over
+Slug hit your brain, end of game
+Dun, its over
+End of the line, out of time, bitch its over
+On the wrong street with no heat, hmm, it's over
+We soldiers somebody should've told ya
+
+[Hook]
+Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
+Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
+Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow
+Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow
+Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
+Send niggas back to go, try again niggas
+Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow
+Shotgun slammin' in your chest piece, blaow
+
+[Street Life]
+With the W burning through your flesh
+Verbally possessed, never second-guess
+Blow minds like David Koresh
+Fuck a vest, you need a gun to protect your assets
+Deep in the Aztecs, break out before the sun set
+Street wars, gimme yours, crime is what I live for
+Got rhymes galore, next time it's at the Wu store
+If you sleep late, next date is at the cest gate
+All you sober mc's, I leave y'all niggas half-baked
+
+[Method Man]
+Microphone is in a choke hold
+Losin' control, bringing drama by the boatload
+It takes drama
+In the pillage now of Cappadonna
+My split persona hit their village and their baby mama
+Y'all niggas playing with this money while we stay hungry
+And kept it pudgy it won't make me have to crash, dummy
+Before its over
+You should keep your chain tucked in
+And should never run your mouth with a suspect chin
+Now lay it down
+
+[Bridge]
+**************************************************
+Killin’ Fields{intro, some lady, whatEVA}
+
+{Method babbles for a bit about Wu affiliates}
+
+[Method Man]
+Shoes full of dirt, kicking sand on your works
+Something gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse
+Live in concert, kids coming out they shirts
+I'm hyped now, jumping in the crowd, feet first
+Meant it when I said it, lungs bring the pain son
+Without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic
+Needing help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickel
+Bust back take em with you, survival of the fittest
+And the world out to get us, I feel it in my bones
+I can feel it in my testosterone when it's on
+Stat' bring it back, hard rap for your pussycat
+Cognac, off the meat rack, where the pussy at?
+Johnny, got these niggas mad at they mommy
+Jumping on my hard salami, say what you like
+In the heat of the night, I crash individuals
+Splash on the mic airtight with the lyrical
+
+[Chorus: Cho-Flo & Method Man]
+Nigga run with it, have fun with it
+Blow your gun with it, and be done with it
+Welcome to the killing field where Johnny Dangerous
+Headbanger Boogie niggas going through changes
+
+[Method Man]
+It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend
+Of herbs and spices on mic devices, murder men
+Make em mices I recommend, something that's priceless
+For you rap hooligans, claiming you nicest
+Call it what you like kid.. you can even call
+A psychic for all I care, still ain't got a prayer
+Amongst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini
+Word to Bad Bird that fucked nerds in bikinis
+Observer, lyrical flares, you being served
+From the gizzard, plucking yo' nerves with nouns and verbs
+From the ghetto to the suburbs, I must be heard
+Niggas get what niggas deserve
+You can put that on my Clan logo, Wu-Tang group or solo
+Bloody up my next promo
+With the blood of the next bozo, clown-ass niggas be loco
+Puffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoa
+
+[Chorus: Cho-Flo & Method Man]
+Nigga run with it, have fun with it
+Blow your gun with it, and be done with it
+Welcome to the killing field where Johnny Dangerous
+Headbanger Boogie niggas going through changes
+
+[Method Man]
+Yo yo, shit be hot in the kettle pot
+Twisted metal bust shot til the beef settle, forget me not
+City nights get a nigga hype, scar of life
+Send em back now we Poltergeist, ghost, tell em
+Who the number the one rap host? Huh?
+Verbal overdose leave em comatose, huh?
+The nigga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickel
+Bust back and take em with you, eye for eye
+Never lie, crossing my heart, hoping you die
+Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired
+I'm off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggas need that
+They need gats, cocking heat back, be out like Freejack
+The heat's on, you think one-eight, and Johnny's blamed
+Who that nigga burn biscuits, and spit flame
+Leave no witness, in the fast lane with shady bitches
+That only want me for my riches, I know your steez
+Terror Fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees
+From this ravenous, MCs be yapping
+Meth be the co-captain, on Def Jam's that's close captioned
+For hearing impaired, to get a share, now what's happening
+Money to share, that's why we here
+And y'all actin, like we can't eat, like y'all eat
+Now we scrapping, out in the street
+I know your crew's hardheaded motherfuckers
+And I'm just like you
+
+[Chorus: Cho-Flo & Method Man]
+Nigga run with it, have fun with it
+Blow your gun with it, and be done with it
+Welcome to the killing field where Johnny Dangerous
+Headbanger Boogie niggas going through changes
+
+Welcome to the killing field, where Johnny Dangerous
+Headbanger Boogie niggas, going through changes
+
+I been in the ghetto all my life
+I swore to take that bitch for better or for worse, yaknowhatI'msayin?
+That's for life nigga y'know? Til death do us part..
+**************************************************
+BET Rapcity Freestyle[Verse 1: Big Tigger]
+Aight
+Rap City Tha Bassment, Big Tig', EQ, Method Man hey
+Method Man hey
+It's going down, check it out one time
+Off the top I guarantee there's no equal
+His new album in stores - Tical 0, man, The Prequel
+You know how we do when me and my crew bang
+Been rapping this kid, since he was down with Wu-Tang
+Back in the days, into the chamber 36
+Big Tig' putting it down in dirty mix, provided by EQ
+Test me and my crew, guarantee you lose
+Man your whole crew snoozed
+Meth, Tical, standing behind me right now
+You know how we do, we keep it moving with freestyle
+I'ma step to the right, you blow the spotlight
+Dynamite, hey man come on and make it right
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Yeah, Mr. Meth AKA John John phenomenon
+AKA Alicia Keys boyfriend in the video, here we go
+Yo, yo, yo, oh shit lo and behold
+Rza and Meth got another ninja scroll
+Man I injure foes, send chills down their spines
+Like I'm December cold, never bend or fold
+Like a wallet. Can't call it, can't pretend to know
+Whack shit, turn my back on it like a friend that stole
+Been in the game ten years, I got ten to go
+It's the prince and the dark knight let's begin day-O
+Call me mister low maintenance
+Tell them ho's I'm like a doctor that lost his license
+I got no patients, I got time for wasting
+If you ain't fam you ain't relating
+These hating hot dog rappers is baking
+Without love, like a stoner without bud
+Your ass is as flat as a soda without suds
+Who got the nerve to think that Meth can't rhyme
+Put a nine to your skull and get that out your mind, mind
+Yes! Uh oh! Like Lumi Dee
+If Meth ain't that shit by now I'm soon to be
+When I choke hold mics I don't give'em room to breathe
+I'm just doing me, but girl if you're fine I'll do you free
+By now if you don't know who it be, don't make me tell
+Just know I killer Mike like that kid from ATL
+If you fail to plan, baby plan to fail
+See my game ugly ... like Sam Cassel
+I'm so funky I can't even stand the smell
+Come on, life's a drag, roll it up and inhale
+Don't get comfy, I cramp your style like a monthly
+Even Demi Moore need more than Ashton Kutcher to punk me
+My 4-5 bars, just one shot'll clear the block
+Like it's time for 106 & Park
+Staten Island dropping your ass, we mean business
+My gun'll put a shot in your ass
+Like free clinics
+**************************************************
+Water[Verse 1:  Method Man]
+Riding dirty, got a Ruger in your lap
+Black suit, 7:30, couple shooters from the trap
+They done killed the homie brother
+What you s'posed to do with that?
+Who gon' tell his baby mother that her dude ain’t coming back?
+That kind of pain is hard to put into a rap
+The block is hot and can’t nobody move a pack
+When you shooting on-site, you aim the Ruger at his naps
+Cut his tongue, hog-tie him, things we usually do to rats
+What? Who gassed you up and threw a match?
+Don’t want police to line you up and you a match
+Fool them clowns into thinking you a snack
+Brought a gun to wash it down and you can drink it through the tap
+That’s my reaction, now react
+Now try to picture Malcolm X without the strap
+If Meth Man could navigate the globe without a map
+I could beat the pussy up without a scratch
+
+[Chorus] (x2)
+Time ticking teams quick to get ya
+I’m trying to bury about a trillion
+Meth's Lab bitch catch us on ya
+And when we coming, we be flowing likes it’s water
+
+[Verse 2: Chedda Bang]
+I’m so ignorant, spend it before I make it
+Pour salt on my food before I taste it
+Pour salt in your wounds, right in the basement
+All of us, statement, one vision, rich dreams
+Couple scars, I heal quicker than Wolverine
+Population, pink slips, quarter greens
+Hood millionaires hide when the wolves out
+Move with security, hold tight to your jewelry
+Uh – that’s my reaction, now react
+Once your hood pass revoked, you never get it back
+Benzes, Bentleys, nah nigga don’t tempt me
+Trust I got it on me, I’ma squeeze till it’s empty
+Lord forgive me, I need that new 550
+With the cocaine seats, I’m so street
+And when the police came, we don’t speak
+From my hood to your hood, ain’t nothing sweet
+
+[Chorus] (x2)
+Time ticking teams quick to get ya
+I’m trying to bury about a trillion
+Meth's Lab bitch catch us on ya
+And when we coming, we be flowing likes it’s water
+**************************************************
+New York[Intro]
+Okay, Yeah, yeah, [?]
+Back for another one bitch, Let's do it, Ha
+Staten Island stand up,(okay)
+Long Island stand up, (okay)
+Jersey, Yeah, Brick City nigga
+Funk Doc
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, I'll start this rhyme with how y'all feel in this bitch
+I'm finna to spit, got steel in my grip
+But I ain't talkin bout guns, I'm talkin mics, niggas stealin my shit
+Then try to act like they ain't feelin my shit
+Now if we talkin bout ones, I'm Russell Simmons I be talkin in tongues
+Fuck where you from and all the niggas you brung
+Punk, My clan don't sleep son, I put that on each one
+Be cool until the heat come, these pussies might eat some
+Nigga this is not pop music, unless your tryna pop shots to it
+Why would you have that Glock and not use it
+How could you hear this joint and not lose it
+You stupid, You need to shot from cupid to get love for this music
+Diamond in the ruff, Like iodine, Find me in the cut
+If not, probably find me in a slut, if I buy me a Dutch
+That means Mef Man's back with the stuff, Lot of back talkin backin it up
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+Now I like bein the man, I like weed in my hands
+I like my G's in advance, But y'all don't understand
+Me no like, fake niggas that ain't got the game right
+Me no like, when y'all killas pop shit and can't fight
+
+[Verse 2]
+Back in the zone, No backbone
+He stepped on and spat on, niggas don't last long
+If I don't get some act-right soon, I'm gonna act wrong
+I ain't tryin to get clapped on for makin these rap songs
+If you're misunderstood pimp, what would the hood think?
+To know that I've been swindled, bamboozled, and hoodwinked
+These rappers ain't like me, they see that there might be
+More to me then some Air Force Ones and a white tee, I'm nice B
+6 foot 4, Un-cut raw, pocket full of straws, I'm that nigga to look for
+Want paper like a book store, ain't never been shook poor
+I switch from Method Man to Candy Man and the hooked off
+Still ain't nothin sweet though, Who wanna spit flows
+First learn to put the weed inside the bag and then get dough, (Then get dough motherfucker)
+Tell your peoples and kin folk, I been dope, Anything else is an insult. (God damn right)
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3]
+So obnoxious that I'm toxic, Call that diarrhea
+Spit that hot shit, cause I'm hot bitch, And got butter-fingers
+Oops I drops it, load and locks it, Take the recipe that’s been concocted
+Got women just like a vehicle, Topless
+First You see what I'm worth, Pullin paper straight out the wood work
+Until I push dirt, Shit I hate to fuck up a good shirt
+But damnit I'm back, I done relapsed, Shot a dose of some murder I wrote, Then lean back
+I'm part Ghost, Part Cappa, RZA, And Deck
+Part Dirty, Uey, GZA, Masta Killa, And Chef
+But I'm all Mef, All vet, Killers I'm complex
+Niggas, Have yet to blow up, Nothin but bomb threats
+New York yall, Shoot or shank me, I bleed Yankee
+I'm hot dog, Yall ain't nathan to put it frankly
+I find excuses to finally lose it, Then write exclusive
+And he like VH1, You know behind the music
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+Somebody Done Fucked Up[Intro: Method Man]
+Yeah... one-two, one-two, it's Big M-E-F
+The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab, yo
+On my way the weedspot, haha, what's good?
+Fuck that, what's hood? Staten Island Advance
+Big up to my man Magic down in MIA, what up cuzo?
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+Knock-knock, who is it, ah shitted
+Hot peas and butter, come and get it
+Somebody done fucked up, now
+Meth spit it, I comes with it
+Quick to tell these critics, eat a did-ick
+Somebody done fucked up, now
+Y'all done did it, done stepped in it
+Now run and tell them niggas who the realest
+Somebody done fucked up, now
+Can you dig it, you'll never stop the kid up in the fitted
+Live with it, somebody done fucked up
+
+[Method Man]
+Look, I'm cutting corners on these clowns, marijuana and pounds
+Found with Staten Island niggas that run up on you with rounds
+Take a drag, pass it around, guess who back in your town
+And the crowd vict', with Officer Brown patting him down
+Shit's thick, thick as harmony grits, cuz with some thugs
+Ain't no, harmony bitch, them niggas probably snitch
+Y'all be the judge, look what happened to Cocheese
+What happens when your co-d's is talking to police, you dig?
+Half a cig, let me fuck with ya wig, although you loving the style
+They're ain't a pedophile could fuck with the kid
+Now that I'm back up on my, feet, take it back to the streets
+In the GM with your BM, in the passenger seat
+Riding hood, by my hood, ain't no hike in the wood
+Life is good, it's so good, live it twice if I could
+Man, it's me, once again it's that Wu-Tang
+Crushing the shit that you bring, you know how we do things
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Method Man]
+Yo, pulling my shoes up, scuffing my Timbs, back to when?
+Puffing again, who stunting, cops fucking with them
+Feeling the blow, goosebumping the skin, and on the scale
+Of nothing to ten, a ten, man, it's nothing to him
+See you can tell by how I'm clutching my pen, like Mae Weather touching her chin
+She stunting, going up in her friend
+Tell the label give me something to spin, and every light got a price
+You want a slice, but we ain't cutting you in
+Man, these fiends know my past work, held a monkey until they back hurt
+Money talking, wonder what that's worth
+And MCF, mean Cash First shit, picture the kid
+On the beach in Hawaii, minus the grass skirt
+Blast first, ask questions last
+Black herse, nigga, stretch yo ass, y'all niggas know what this is
+It's New Yitty, this ain't just a fad
+It's M-E-F, and I ain't Biggie, but I'm just as Bad, Boy
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+Yeah, Big M-E-F, Staten Island Advance, motherfuckers
+Word up, don't ever count me out, just count me the fuck in
+I'll be back for more...
+**************************************************
+Problem[Intro: Method Man]
+You don't want no problems, problems
+You don't want no problems, problems
+Yeah... real man... with ya stinkin' ass
+Come on... that's my nigga right there... let's do it
+Never count me out, nigga, just count me in... yeah...
+
+[Method Man]
+Look, I ain't came to bone these chicks
+Not this time, I got a bone to pick, I got a zone of piff
+Now, who that nigga in the zone and shit
+Back in the building like he own the bitch, nobody cold as this
+If I ain't got it, then it don't exist
+I spit that bird flu, my flows is sick, I'm still as ill as they come
+Protect Ya Neck, when you dealing with them
+Now Erick stick a fork in him, he done, hah
+It boggles the mind, like try'nna 'ketchup' to a bottle of Heinz
+It's like forensics try'nna follow the crime, they want time
+And sometime, a nigga had to swallow them dimes
+While 85 percent swallowing swine, see
+Wherever he roam, it's all gravy, man, whenever he home
+Long as I got myself I'm never alone, feel even better with chrome
+If there's a problem, nigga, let it be known
+And while I sleep, my bitch be checkin' my phone, cause I'm a problem, nigga
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+Ease up, or put them g's up
+Scream at ya frog, nigga leap up (now who got a problem with that?)
+They need to beast up, nigga, speak up or
+Forever hold they peace up (if they got a problem with that)
+Hey you (don't want no problem nigga) Hey you (don't want no problem nigga)
+Hey you (don't want no problem nigga) Hey you (don't want no problem nigga)
+Hey you ("Believe, what I say, when I tell ya" - DMX sample)
+Yeah, you, nigga, you don't want no problem with that
+
+[Method Man]
+Look, my Clan all one in the same
+Until my name number one in the game, it's not a game, nigga
+Like Billy Danze, I be running with Fame
+Me and my lynch mob coming to hang, it's Wu-Tang for life
+Hard body, another day in the life
+Credit his momma now for raising him right, just want the people to know
+I'm bout to blow, like I'm shaking the dice
+Making me mad? Nah, y'all making me right, cause y'all was taking me light
+So let my pen talk and say what he like
+And have the court system say and indict, I'm O.J.ing the mic
+Liquid plumber, I be laying the pipe
+And if it's tight, girl, I'm staying tonight
+Not only raising on the price, on M.C.'ing, but I'm raising the bar
+And if you scary, nigga, wait in the car
+Motherfuckers I'm hard, hard as cooked up in mayonaise jars
+Purple haze, Cuban layed cigars, I'm a problem, nigga
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Method Man]
+E, you know I'm just like that
+Big baller nigga, just like Shaq, so come on, niggas
+If they bust, I better bust right back
+Meth spit it from the gut, like *gunshot* man down
+I'm that dude, hands down, stand down
+I'm past due, for Cash Rule, y'all can't clown
+I'm bank now, your ass lose, nothing but rhyme
+New York Times, I'm bad news, and I'mma problem, nigga
+
+[Hook 2X]
+**************************************************
+Rodeo[Intro: Method Man]
+Yeah... yeah (come on ride in my rodeo, come on ride in my rodeo)
+This one of another one of them nasty M-E-F joints, come on, come on
+Come on (come on ride in my rodeo, come on ride in my rodeo)
+
+[Method Man]
+To all the chicks with they asses thick
+Out the whole click, she the baddest bitch
+Dose-doh, round your partner, switch
+Clan in Da Front, we be starting shit
+No don't trip, dog, spark 'em, quick
+Holla when a real nigga talkin', trick
+We got grip, but we ain't spendin' shit
+You and your friends, stop pretendin' trip
+
+[Ludacris]
+Let a nigga get nut pushed, better yet let a nigga get some head
+I work 'em, work 'em or feed 'em, burp 'em, then jerk 'em, instead
+I get my nuts pushed, on the bottom to the top of your gums
+I feel your slurpin', slurpin, I'm skeetin' and squirtin' your tongue
+And I got about 5 grand, but I won't be spendin' a dime
+See cuz overspendin's a crime and I can't be spendin' my time
+If you get your guts pushed, could be of cuz Luda and Meth
+Could be of cuz we do it best, could be of cuz we screw 'em to death
+
+[Hook: Method Man (Ludacris)]
+Come up out of them dirty clothes (bend on over and touch them toes)
+Uh-oh, we-oh, we-oh! (Come on and ride this rodeo)
+(Meth & Luda we lock and load) Round your partner, now dose-doh
+Uh-oh, we-oh, we-oh! (Come on and ride this rodeo)
+
+[Ludacris]
+I wonder where about five bottles of gin, models that wanna swallow
+And wobble, gobble again, tell a couple of friends
+I slap that ass, bitch, take a look and see what you got in
+Cuz I've been schemin' and plottin', to have you breathin' and stoppin'
+
+[Method Man]
+What we talkin' bout? Pussy poppin', car hoppin' women
+See 'em watchin', clockin', pigeons
+Flockin' Luda they jockin', lightin' buddha, and boots is rockin'
+Nameless hoes, take 'em brainless with painted toes
+Famous, she code, twerkin' pussy, hurtin', workin' that pole
+
+[Ludacris]
+They wanna raise that pussy tab, price and position
+Enticin' these women, given the proper juice
+Life that they livin', hope that they double douche
+Shifting ass cheeks, last week and Ludacris is backseat
+Afraid so, ass up, case closed
+
+[Method Man]
+Now watch me, dog 'em, freak 'em
+Out every weekend, she puttin' APB's on my dick
+I keep on bettin' and breathin', where's my pants, I'm leavin'
+I'm speakin' facts, mamies creepin' and they cheatin'
+They even sleepin' with mats, some be eatin' that cat
+I'm teasin', indecent expose, Method be tweakin'
+Keep pussies leakin' through pantyhoes, marijuana smell on my clothes
+This evening, these bunnies got me on swoll, I bust and reload
+Honey, break out the 'dro and give me some mo', on the rodeo
+
+[Hook w/ Luda & Meth switching lines]
+**************************************************
+World Gone Sour[Hook]
+
+These kids are sour until the day that they're chewed down
+That's bad news now they now they bringin' bad news down
+First they're sour then they're sweet little dudes
+And they gonna fight the power till they food
+Now eat em up, Shut up and eat em up
+This beat goes hard I just gotta eat it up
+Its like I'm runnin , I gotta eat it up
+And when they candy goes raw just gotta eat it up
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Coming back out of the cracks of sofas and fanny packs
+This ain't a candy rap this is where the candy attacks
+See, when they lost that's when their sanity snaps
+They break laws, not jaw-breakers, but break jaws
+In fact, real heavy like a monkey on your back
+Got some thumb-tacks playing pin the donkey with your cat
+But fuck that plant a fire cracker where you dump at
+Right besides the shower where you keep the penis pump at
+Oh no, they creepin' like some ninjas in their dojo
+They knock the little man off the horsey on your polo
+Crushin' all your dreams, cut the string from your yo-yo
+Trade your Lamborghini for a Volvo
+I bet you thought that this was a promo
+But no-no, this is Boba Fett meets Han Solo
+Kids gone loco, until you sink your teeth in
+You know the motto, if life's a treat then you're eatin'
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Oh snap, look what fell out the patch
+Right in this fool's lap, how uncool is that
+All right jack, now you're on the wrong side of the map
+With a busted GPS and on the wrong side of the snacks
+They fight back, in fact they're rolling like the army
+Throw bleach in laundry, unfold your origami
+I like that some snacks sweeter in the end
+But then again, ain't nothin' sweeter then revenge
+Now they are on your Facebook deleting all your friends
+Clogging up your toilet with a poop eating grin
+All up in your closet cutting holes in every pocket
+That you like to keep your wallet and I promise I'm a pimp
+Wipe the music off your MP3
+Burn a rug, pull the plug on your MTV
+This is thug vision in 3D
+These kids aren't worth it they play dirty like they are ODB
+**************************************************
+Ya’meen[Intro: Method Man]
+Yo, I'm bout to hit you with this ya'meen
+On top of the ya'meen, with a lil' bit of ya'meen mixed in
+Ya'meen? Yeah... yeah... yo
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+How should I get it started? Fuck it, just get it started
+These trash talkin' artists is nothin', niggas is garbage
+When Meth strike his target, leave it dearly departed
+His flow is clearly the hardest, y'all gon' feel me, regardless
+Might break a promise, but never, breakin' the code
+Some get popped and call for they mamma when the drama unfolds
+My block, hot as a sauna, marijuana and dough
+Crack deals on every corner, fiends run up on ya with soap
+And if life's a bitch, then I bet she's bitter and cold
+Erry'time she thinkin' I fold, seven figures get sold
+Meth all in your chest or inhale it all in your nose
+Cops don't know about this Method, but smell it all in his clothes
+Yup, I'm still intact, how real is that? I'm back
+With enough Sensamilla to fill ya vanilla wraps up
+New York, New York, rock tube socks and Timberlands
+'Cause hip hop ain't feelin' them flip-flops, they feminine
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+I'm the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it (ya'meen)
+Yeah, it's the top billin', the block feelin' like (ya'meen)
+Yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen)
+If you not for squealing' and for spillin' the (ya'meen)
+The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like (ya'meen)
+Plus the B.B. hot and the towers droppin' like (ya'meen)
+Yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen)
+If you get it poppin', or get to poppin' 'em (ya'meen)
+
+[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
+You know the haters diss you, let's deal with bigger issues
+You know New York is dyin' after all the shit we been through
+And we done lost B.I.G., we done lost Pun
+Homie, you can't live, gotta go and get them guns
+You know them hammers'll lose your cabbage, them dudes do damage
+Send Zulu Nation through Reaganomics, we move them package
+We pushin' rain pain, gotta go and get that money
+Y'all going "hey hey", but don't that pen look lovely
+You - must - not - know - who - y'all niggas is fuckin' with
+I - can - take - life - nig... just for the fuck of it
+Crack's crazy, that nigga'll smack babies
+Clap ladies for yackin' you gon' catch shady
+Call it a mass shower, the way them hollow's drizzle
+Mr. Potato Head, you know them things can't miss you
+The Average Joe, with an average flow
+Me and Meth bringin' back New York, nigga
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+I'm the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it (ya'meen)
+Yeah, it's the top billin', the block feelin' like (ya'meen)
+Yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen)
+If you not for squealing' and for spillin' the (ya'meen)
+The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like (ya'meen)
+Plus the B.B. hot and the towers droppin' like (ya'meen)
+Yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen)
+If you get it poppin', or get to poppin' 'em (ya'meen)
+
+[Verse 3: Styles P]
+You don't like me, you can get what's right above the testicles
+S.P., turn the top five into vegetables
+You don't believe me? Get 'em all in the room
+And the next five, I plan to gettin' all of them soon
+Y'all can meet me at the table that's round, or get ya place in the ground
+That's what you get when you facin' me, clown
+Who got the crown? I'ma piss on it now while they wearin' it
+Nobody nicer than Ghost, I ain't hearin' it
+Been Nike Airin' it, white tee out
+Stick-up kid season when the dice be out
+I'm about to start investin' and liftin', niggas sippin' soup
+Ghost rap, I'm knockin' out your icey mouth
+Niggas in the East wanna unite, not me
+If you ain't sayin' I'm the best, you ain't come at me right
+Naw'Imean? If you don't, then you know how that beam
+The four-four knock little pieces off of your spleen, nigga
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+I'm the one shot dealin', one shot killin' it (ya'meen)
+Yeah, it's the top billin', the block feelin' like (ya'meen)
+Yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen)
+If you not for squealing' and for spillin' the (ya'meen)
+The streets is watchin' the apple rotten like (ya'meen)
+Plus the B.B. hot and the towers droppin' like (ya'meen)
+Yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen)
+If you get it poppin', or get to poppin' 'em (ya'meen)
+**************************************************
+Bang Zoom[Hook: Eazy Get Rite]
+(Bang Zoom) Them hammers go boom, shoot ‘em up leave ‘em there and clear the room
+Nigga all I hear is (chick pow). So give it up now, that’s the type of shit that happens in my town
+Nigga all you do is (click clack), listen fuck that. All that bullshit hesitating get you clapped
+All I know is (zoom bang), letting my nuts hang. Out to get it, best believe I do my thing
+(yo its Staten Nigga)
+
+[Verse 1: Hanz]
+Hanz roll. Buzz swoll. Don’t be understanding how these corny niggas bold
+Life told, screenplay graphic when it unfold. Running with them killas made his heart cold
+Lights strobe. Cameras on him walking through the threshold
+Spanish bitches yelling dame besos. Watch glowed, earlobes frozen but we seek gold
+Mr. Barka. Yup, yup, beast mode. Meth labs, bishop in the city
+Get them grips grabbed, run up do him greasy. You’ll be shot, stabbed, got it looking easy
+Have ‘em zipped, bagged, to the morgue motherfucker
+Cash rules, so we berry everything. General smash fumes, dark Henny everything
+Peep the math, jewels yo we built for the struggle
+Hanz on, nuff said, bout his bread. Boy trouble
+
+[Hook: Eazy Get Rite]
+(Bang Zoom) Them hammers go boom, shoot ‘em up leave ‘em there and clear the room
+Nigga all I hear is (chick pow). So give it up now, that’s the type of shit that happens in my town
+Nigga all you do is (click clack), listen fuck that. All that bullshit hesitating get you clapped
+All I know is (zoom bang), letting my nuts hang. Out to get it, best believe I do my thing
+(yo its Staten Nigga)
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Meth man, yes Hanz, twenty years of love, they been throwing up them dubs
+That’s respect, damn, money, sex, drugs, you’ll get stretched, blam, tec nine up in the club
+That’s a tec jam, can’t wait to see him go, make ‘em hate to see me blow
+I’m a label CEO minus the yes man, Rick Rubin with the spliff
+That could spit it Ludacris, minus the Def Jam
+Mean while, stick ya for ya cream, red beam (chi-ca-bloow), Another John Coffey on that Green Mile
+Get it how I’m living, got an ounce of Steve Rifkind, that’s that green loud
+Yes sir, no child left behind, pump your brakes (scrrrrrrrr)
+Snitching in the kitchen you’ll get baked served, my life is like a movie
+All groovy I mean its all Gucci (burrrr)
+
+[Hook: Eazy Get Rite]
+(Bang Zoom) Them hammers go boom, shoot ‘em up leave ‘em there and clear the room
+Nigga all I hear is (chick pow). So give it up now, that’s the type of shit that happens in my town
+Nigga all you do is (click clack), listen fuck that. All that bullshit hesitating get you clapped
+All I know is (zoom bang), letting my nuts hang. Out to get it, best believe I do my thing
+(yo its Staten Nigga)
+
+[Verse 3: Streetlife]
+Streetlife, goon, platoon, locked reloaded, bang zoom. Gee coated, from the womb to the tomb
+I’m married to the game, this my honeymoon. Yes, I do, forever Wu
+Loyalty is royalty, cream blue. Code red, dangerous ground
+Street I’m heaven sent but I’m hell bound
+Top fie, hands down, Staten popular son, peace lounge
+Crown fitted for the king, I am, I suggest, you play the wing man
+Shine like a diamond, like bling blam. God body watch a nigga go ham
+Lifestyle episodes of Gangland. Thirty six shots from the chamber blam...
+
+[Hook: Eazy Get Rite]
+(Bang Zoom) Them hammers go boom, shoot ‘em up leave ‘em there and clear the room
+Nigga all I hear is (chick pow). So give it up now, that’s the type of shit that happens in my town
+Nigga all you do is (click clack), listen fuck that. All that bullshit hesitating get you clapped
+All I know is (zoom bang), letting my nuts hang. Out to get it, best believe I do my thing
+(yo its Staten Nigga)
+**************************************************
+Say What[Intro: Missy Elliott (Method Man)]
+Yeah!
+This-this-this-this
+This is an exclusive (let's go)
+Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right)
+And they test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let's go)
+
+[Method Man]
+Yo, uh, come on, come on, now
+Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now
+Zone out, with Sean Combs and Bizzy Bone out (I see you in the club)
+And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
+Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny
+Like Gwen Stefani, you know there's No Doubt
+I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill
+That's the only way to explain these mic skills
+On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real
+The more steel, the more bodybags to fill
+Can I get, hit of that hydro, nigga
+I tried to quit puffin' before, but I'm no quitter
+If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones
+If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'mma cum
+Want some, take some, I get it crunk
+Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps
+
+[Hook: Missy Elliott w/ P. Diddy doing ad-libs]
+When they play this in the club (say what?)
+Go and tell that nigga, bump that (say what?)
+Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (say what?)
+Ya'll don't really really want that (say what?)
+And for whatever muthafucka, don't like it (say what?)
+Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?)
+Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?)
+Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?)
+
+[Method Man]
+You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked
+And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck
+Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks overreact
+Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back
+I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks
+When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap
+Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds
+Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends
+Got to get it, and when I'm gone
+Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home
+I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones
+Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones
+And I got drugs in my system, we thugs in the system
+That put slugs in victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat
+As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Method Man]
+Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chain
+I guess that should explain why I given the dope name
+Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee
+How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?
+I'mma grown man, so I do grown man things
+Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?
+It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes
+I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady
+It's all good, everything I spit, all hood
+And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggas, I wish ya'll would
+Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh
+When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done
+And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J
+For the right CREAM, the'll do anything you say
+She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing
+Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: P. Diddy]
+Let's work... come on
+Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy
+Hitmen baby, let's work, come on
+Let's work, come on, yeah
+Uh, let's work... aiyo pass that nigga
+Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah
+**************************************************
+Win Some Lose Some (It’s In The Game)[Intro]
+
+(Method Man)
+
+Pull your shoes up, don't get stuck
+Or get your frame struck, when my squad blitzin'
+Hittin' like Mack trucks, head splittin' paper written
+In windy cities like Chicago, no bullshh shh
+You see me spittin' at the kitten with the lost mitten
+As we engage in cold war gettin' frostbitten
+Once again up in these stank drawers baby listen
+One mind and for one cause, heavy hittin'
+The penalty illegal ruffnecks, we bring ruckus
+In pursuit of gold lines, can a nigga touch it
+If I can't see ya can't truss it
+A shady character like Buzz Buzzard
+Lay him out like a plush rugged
+Now you can love it, or leave it alone
+We drink death and puff bone
+Draggin' your body out the end zone
+And any way the wind blow that's where you flow
+That's why you be the first one caught, last to know
+Body layin' out on the flo', substitute
+Heavy players from the run and shoot, we open do'
+Third and long, quarterback pack the cannon on
+I go deep he drop bombs, that's when I touch down
+Six points, what now?
+Once again who comin' through in the clutch now, perfect strangerous?
+Ever since I came with this, and wrecked a body
+You convinced like Lombardi, that Johnny Dangerous
+Offensive shotgun
+Calm in the pocket I got one, in the milli gun
+Deep threats to chose from, that's how it goes son
+You win some you lose some, it's in the game
+
+[Hook]
+
+You win some you lose some that's how it goes son
+You win some you lose some it's in the game
+You win some you lose some, that's how it goes son
+You win some you lose some, it's in the game
+
+(Ricky Watters)
+
+From the football field
+(It's in the game, you win some you lose some, it's in the game)
+To the mountain, ya know what I'm sayin'?
+(That's how it goes son, that's how it goes
+You win some you lose some, it's in the game)
+
+Freestylin', profilin', won't catch me smilin'
+Straight from Fema Island, buckwhylin', I'm stylin'
+A funky type of style with the lyrical incision
+Shit locked down, like my niggas out in prison
+Good riddance, keep it hidden, up in my knapsack
+Sippin' cognac, while I vibe off this funky track
+Yo bring it back, or make it hit harder
+Infiltrate your mind like Nino at the Carter, but smarter
+So drop harder, if you wanna conjugate
+Verbs and nouns, make it profound as I pound
+In your ear piece I'm the beast
+To say the least, we must increase, the peace
+But keep it real, so I can feel, the skills
+Funky fresh rhymes I will build so I kill
+And thrill, lyrics spittin', through my lips
+Doing backflips, it's another hit
+Come take a sip, of the running Waters
+Lyrically I slaughter, mentally I author
+The rhymes that you feel to the map
+Crushin' double barrels, sing em out like carols
+Who it be? It be I, the nigga with the chinky eyes
+From NY, city we committee we gets busy
+With killa beez on the swarm
+Lyrically we storm, mentally a lord
+Verbally I bomb, guard your grill
+It's the man that chill, run for the hills from Grassville
+Drillin' rhymes straight on tracks and double cuff
+Another TV, and they loved it
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Grid Iron Rap[Streetlife]
+I Silver Surf the city circuits, forever lurkin
+On the street surface, I spit blood for blood verses
+Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land
+One man'll body slam Def Jam
+Focus your headcam zoom in, with radio tune in
+I know you're listenin, so I keep showin and provin
+Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine
+Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme
+Fuck a peace talk, let the gun spark, on the streets of New York
+I Shaolin Strut through the city asphault (FED UP!)
+Hold your head up, I'm circlin the block, keep your eyes up
+Wise up, before you get sized up (TIED UP!)
+Play no games, speakin on my name, you catch a clipful
+From close range, diggin in your pocket, take the loose change
+
+[Method Man]
+Punch the data in your mainframe, you want it all
+I want the same thang, strive to maintain, live out my name
+Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't nuttin changed
+Leave the same way I came, bringin motherfuckin pain
+
+[Streetlife]
+Killa Hill Projects, high-tech street intellect
+Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check
+
+[Method Man]
+Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound
+Ashes to ashes, y'all niggas goin down
+
+Yo.. eat shit and die slow, battle ground no survival
+You goin down, y'all niggas fuck around
+Shittin where you sleepin, so my rhyme proposal
+Came indecent, beef from the butcher sink your teeth in
+
+[Streetlife]
+Fuck what you believe in, you real fake, fishin in the same lake
+Eatin off the same cake you blowface
+
+[Method Man]
+Who got that ready-cooked, synthetic look, actin crook
+Betty-shook worm, tryin to shake the hook, as the world turn
+Nigga burn, once again the supersperm
+Rub it in your skin, like it's Lubriderm, time took to write this
+The war will be fought by the righteous
+Who stand criticized, by his un-A*Alike-ness
+Knowledge is the jewel, and it's priceless
+Real like them Rahway Lifers, nuttin but time on my hands
+Observe the black sands in the hourglass, fallin fast
+In this savage land, haulin ass, Days of Thunder
+It's road rad, your days are numbered
+What RZA put together let no man tear asunder (motherfucker)
+
+[Streetlife]
+This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow, but you don't hear me though
+Live in stereo, pump it loud until your speaker blow
+Ghett-io slang pro, sling rap to cashflow
+Keep it live from the intro until the outro
+
+Killa Hill Projects, high-tech street intellect
+Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check
+
+[Method Man]
+Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound
+Ashes to ashes, y'all niggas goin down
+
+[Streetlife]
+My dick! (My dick!)
+I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggas know the outcome
+Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum
+Forty-five bar seminar ghetto rap star
+Slide like water rats through the Staten Resevoir
+Swingin swords cut your mic cords, snatch your rap awards
+Commercial cats, fuckin up the game, that's why I crash boards
+Drape floors while you Jordan, keep on tryin yours
+Hardcore, somethin that my street niggas is dyin for
+
+[Method Man]
+Snap your neck and the dopefiend, Golgo 13
+Professionals we know things, say no more
+Check my Dogs at the Reservoir, gourmet special of the day
+Is nigga souflee, pusher gotta pay
+And the games people play, John Jay back around the way
+Fish filet, Mr. DJ, turn it up a notch
+Hit the replay, for dirt bomb niggas in the PJ
+To cling-on, bring-on, the good times, to key-on
+Hook rhymes that's be-yond, your thinkin, for eons
+I been here, to shine on the black mind
+Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy nigga
+Ragtime, bad sign, flatline..
+**************************************************
+Fall Out[Intro: Kwamé]
+This - this is brought to you
+By the K-1 Emergency Broadcasting System
+In the - in the event of an actual emergency
+You will be told to...
+Fall out
+Fall out
+Fall out
+Fall out
+Fall out
+
+[Method Man]
+S.I., rockin' it
+N.Y., rockin' it
+Shit, we stay poppin' it
+4-5, rockin' it
+Game, stay on top of it
+Lame, just the opposite
+It's no thang, when I bring the pain ain't no stopping it (hold on)
+Who the fuck is this? About to bring the ruckus
+This just ya boy, I'm some on other shit
+My nigga, take a puff of this
+Piff man, I'm loving this, is Staten Island up in this?
+Bitch, like we running it, and somebody wanna public (I'm coming)
+Turn it up a bit, so my thugs can thug a bit
+If I got my brother get, K, we got another hit
+Ladies please, where y'all puffin' them trees?
+I'm damaging M.C.'s, oxygen, you can't breathe, fall
+
+[Hook: Method Man (Kwamé)] (2x)
+Fall out, yeah, I'm going all out (hold on)
+Hold on, man, what's really going on (I'm coming)
+And when I'm coming, a hundred miles & running (keep back)
+Keep back, y'all ain't got it like that (fall out)
+
+[Method Man]
+Here we go again, herb-smoke, blowing in the wind
+Cops chasing, wanna throw him in the pen
+And the day he leave the game, yo, he going in the Benz
+On them 24's looking like he rolling on the rims
+All daying, knawimsayin', I'm staying up to par, parleyin'
+While y'all hating, I'm splitting this cigar
+Man, it's nathan, all y'all do is aim and start spraying
+Cuz tonight's the night, and me and my niggas ain't playing (keep back)
+Y'all done did it now, another critic kicked Tical
+Alotta niggas mad cuz I ain't fold like they figure, now
+Let me put my fitted down
+*hwak*
+Spit around
+Listen when this hit the ground, y'all gon' hear the difference now
+Here I got that miracle, sickest individual
+Flow that's so original, see this is what they meant to do
+It's not an act, it's all actual fact
+The kid is back, making tracks, catch panic attacks, and fall
+
+[Hook] (2x)
+
+[Method Man]
+Aww shit, ain't this about a bitch
+I give a fuck about a bitch, I'm more about a grip
+And I'm all that a nigga got, the more he gotta get
+Feeling like a million dollars, buyin' million dollar shit (keep back)
+What y'all dealing with, one shot killing it
+Stop changing my style, when y'all stop stealing it
+Meth is chillin' like milk top killing
+If it ain't got no real in it, I'm probably not feeling it (keep back)
+I'm deadin' ya kids, and burn another blizz
+What it is, what it is, Wu-Tang is for the kids
+So niggas please, why y'all puffin' them trees
+I'm damaging M.C.'s, oxygen, they can't breathe, fall
+
+[Hook] (2x)
+**************************************************
+50 Shots[Chorus: Method Man & Mack Wilds]
+Meth Man Cory Gunz go bang
+Streetlife gotta knife, homie run your chain
+Mack, riding around the city and we do our thing
+From a city that is known to do crazy things
+You already I’m heavy y’all stay in your lane
+We ready Stat fete still playing the game
+Mack, ladies in the show singing every hook
+But they’re gonna get their panties took, so lets go
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Aye aye, y’all don’t get the picture before we focus
+Facts, look who back, crooked like scoliosis, the take over
+Take this line straight up your noses
+This for my smokers but this time I up the dosage
+This my closest, to perfection my magnum opus
+The magnum smoking. I’m safe
+Like when the magnum open
+What y’all promoting, sex, lies, and true religion
+Now how ironic them jeans ain’t got no true up in em
+No Wu up in em, no DNA won’t see the day
+You crash my set Lil Mama no VMA
+Meth is a threat zero drama, I’m such a vet
+No need for checking my cuts (Nooo) just cut the check
+Who want one, You’ll need Hanz and Cory’s Gunz
+Graffiti some, we spray cans where Cory from
+I dreamed I lost in a food fight and Nore won
+Kidding so it shall be written the story done
+
+[Chorus: Method Man & Mack Wilds]
+
+[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
+Fuck you losers while they fake jacks I make maneuvers
+Like Method, Sticking up crews, bumping some Wu shit
+I’m all seasons goose down hoodie and snorkel
+Whatever, whatever you want I’ll off you
+I’m awful, unlawful, I ain’t the one to talk too
+Thats word to uncle Ghost, I’ll cook your waffle
+Riddle me down, I’m mentally that
+Freddy the villain is here you remember me back
+Felony killers or kitties. I chill and trapped in the belly
+No telling me how high and they feel I be strapped
+Waiting for murderers some type of burglar and chomping
+And murder burglar upon us some karmas when the curb with
+Turbulent, been a veteran what you still a virgin
+Dangerous grounds, we stain the clowns I’m burgeon goon platoon
+Some loon buffoons refurnishing, womb for tombs
+Kaboom, you doomed, no surgeon you know
+
+[Chorus: Method Man & Mack Wilds]
+
+[Verse 3: Streetlife]
+You could never break me down, I’m built for this
+Crown fitted for a king I’m victorious
+It's survival of the fit as we are warriors
+For the red, black and green vanglorious
+Godbody-Cypher-Divine, dangerous minds
+Spontaneously combine, it’s the sign of the times
+All things must come to an end, I’mma ball until then
+No fade away shots I’m going hard at the rim
+Might rupture my Achilles heel, chasing this hundred mill
+Brake pads gone just lost my third wheel
+On my last leg stay kicking like old cabbage and boiled eggs
+Known to hold a grudge won’t stop till they all dead
+Eyes bloodshot red bottle to the head damn forgot what I just said
+Eyes blood, fuck it just on to the next one
+I been around the world never forgot where I came from
+
+[Chorus: Method Man & Mack Wilds]
+**************************************************
+Tim Westwood Freestyle[Verse 1: Method Man]
+[Instrumental: The Game - Red Nation ft. Lil' Wayne]
+
+Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Uh! (X2)
+Meth, Check the verse, no curses, Yo
+Listen
+Still living by the code
+Too many pretty women still living by the...
+Yo, Yo
+Haha yeah, yeah, here we go
+No curses, yo, check the joint!
+
+I'm just trynna get a mill
+When I started rhymin' wasn't trynna get a deal
+I was trynna get a feel
+Homicide housing, bodies lyin' in the hill
+Man ain't nothing worth me dying in the field
+Especially when I'm trynna pay the bills
+A lot of y'all relying on the steel
+And see the court denying your appeal
+If y'all don't know nothing, you better know it's real
+If it works like a workshop, better know the drill
+I'm past childish games
+Y'all just trynna take me outta my game
+And call my black women outta their name
+I'm serious, they're out of my brain
+Understand that my slang's
+Fast and furious, they're out of my lane
+Boy I'm hot, kids be calling me blaze
+In the industry I'm not, they be calling me slave
+I ain't trynna burn the spot, but I'm set in my ways
+I'm just a product of the block, and the city I'm raised, Aha
+I'm still living by the code
+Too many pretty women still living by the strode
+Daddy pimping 'em for doe
+Early in the morning cops kicking in the do'
+Man I think somebody snitching on the low
+I caught my father sniffing on that snow
+That's when he try to tell me things are different than befo'
+Kids don't listen any mo', that's for sho'
+We used to ask permission from our folks
+Ain't no food up in the kitchen cause we broke
+And I ain't trynna miss another meal
+Cause love will get you killed
+And if it don't, your baby mother will
+But y'all ain't recognizing that it's real
+Until that undercover pull a shield
+And now it's kinda late to cut a deal
+So I ain't gotta tell you how I feel
+Why I'm trynna keep my pockets stuffed with hundred dollar bills
+I should'a went to school and got a skill
+But it wasn't in my future so I steal
+That's why I got this Ruger in your grill
+**************************************************
+Let’s Ride[Intro: Ginuwine (Method Man)]
+Oohh, uh-oh, it's time, Meth Man, G-Wine, aiy-aiy-aiy-aiy
+Aiyo, Meth this shit sick boy, haha, (it's beautiful) yeah
+What's up (aww man, it's getting scary for y'all niggas now) what's good
+
+[Method Man]
+There go the apple of my eye, my black butterfly
+Don't try to pass me by, like you do them other guys
+You do with brother's lies, about they baby mothers & they wives
+And how you need they ass to survive
+I ain't a bit suprised, and I ain't try'nna give you bad vibes
+You probably had a bumpy last ride witch ex
+Was he stalking, calling making threats where you rest
+Until you got that order of protect
+Girl, I'm far from a threat, boo, now hold for a sec
+Relax with the Meth, take a load off your breast
+If you had a choice, baby, who would you choose
+Them dudes who look like they got sugar in they shoes
+Girl, that's how you lose
+Before you play the game, know the rules
+Cuz still ain't nothing changed but the jewels
+You still paying dues, when we should be laying on the cruise
+Some icecubes, playing with ya boobs, knawmean
+
+[Hook: Ginuwine]
+Let's ride, we get it everyday, it's doesn't fail
+And I always wanna know how you feel
+Cuz you're everything, I'm always there for you
+Yes, I'll be there, so let's ride
+Let's ride, don't trip, got your back, I'm your man
+I keep it G, like they do it in the hood, and
+You give me everything, and always be right there
+And if you real, then let's ride
+
+[Method Man]
+Hey, pretty ma, you look sweat, I mean
+You the type of treat, I've been dying to eat
+I see them other dudes try'nna speak, flossin' them jeeps
+They wanna whistle & beep when you crossin' the street
+Have mercy, to these big hands and big feet
+Use me once and use me again like fish grease
+Body perfect, primadonna, oh my god, mommy, work it
+Make a nigga wanna get a job
+I love chicks to hate staring, hate man sharing
+Hate it when a bum bitch is wearing what she wearing
+Huge attitude like the size of her badunk
+Double XL, she the "Eye Candy of the Month"
+Johnny, but ladies call me Big John Studd
+Is it my big club or my big long hugs
+Go figure, if you got an itch, I'm ya nigga
+To scratch it, and bring the hook back while I'm at it, now pass it
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Hook: Ginuwine]
+Let's ride, I start up on your right
+Peace and then we'll fight
+I'm starting to fall for love
+Yes, I will, yes, I will
+Let's ride, don't need to think twice
+I, want you at your time
+Let's ride, let's roll, all night, oh lord
+Full night, oooh tell me something
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+Yeah, this is Ginuwine, uh
+Method Man, yeah, I like that
+**************************************************
+The Prequel(Method Man)
+I'm out...
+
+Once again, it's the super, pied piper
+Light your lighters for the future
+And I ain't talking about Mekhi Phifer
+Roll it if you got it people
+At last the Prequel
+And the eye ball
+Floral is back
+You'll find no equals
+Bang it in your loudest system
+Now who gunna diss him
+Usually it be the brokest niggas
+But this gunna fix em
+Let me get my tool belt
+For rappers that can use help
+Now that Meth is back, you can tell me how my shoes felt
+Just like Shaq in them size 22's
+Except my games not a game
+And I don't play by any rules man
+Its time to build without a hardhat and goggles
+Even with a map I'm still a hard act to follow
+I thought you knew we do this everyday ok and I
+Think marijuana is just nature's way of saying "hi"
+Only hydro buds, I get it crunk
+It's alright, if that bitch don't smoke then get her drunk
+Now I pop a lot of shit, cause I can back it up (what)
+I got that fire, bitch, its hard to pass it up (what)
+While you'll was partying I been in the lab
+You want that dope, give me an hour
+Plus a pen and a pad
+
+(Streetlife)
+Aiiyo Meth what they look like (look like)
+3rd LP nigga better be tight (be tight)
+Don't forget where you come from, the hood life (hood life)
+Let them know from the door we ain't the shook type (shook type)
+
+(Method Man)
+I got that shit that keep your head bobbin
+Cause your neck know
+Meth yo, I'm trying to get that more dollars then crep flow for certain
+Before I put the pain, I put the work in
+And each person I catch slipping gunna need nursing
+Got these wanna-be gangstas, sleeping with they lights on
+Shook up by the python, everybody got they eyes on
+Not only is the streets watching, the streets is talking
+And word has it that these rappers don't come around that often
+Take it from the most slept on, you're wearing open-toe sandals
+And I'm looking for some new toes to step on
+And one to build a rep on, you all got me fucked up
+My crew stick bitches like you, for acting stuck up
+Methods like that yall, when I return you know the good herb is back y'all
+Ladies and germs
+Without further adieu
+Let's keep it wu, and fuck keeping it real y'all
+Just keep it juiced
+**************************************************
+I’ll Be There For You / You’re All I Need to Get By (Soul Inside Edit)[Intro: Method Man, Mary J. Blige, Biggie Sample]
+Cheeba chebba, y'all
+You're all (Cry together)
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+I need (Lie together)
+Ya don't stop
+To get by (Cry together)
+Yeah yeah
+Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
+Cootie in the chair
+You're all (Cry together)
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+I need (Lie together)
+Ya don't stop
+To get by (Cry together)
+Yeah yeah
+Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
+Cootie in the, check it
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Shorty, I'm there for you anytime you need me
+For real, girl, it's me in your world, believe me
+Nuttin' make a man feel better than a woman
+Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
+There are few things that's forever, my lady
+We can make war or make babies
+Back when I was nothin'
+You made a brother feel like he was somethin'
+That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin'
+Even when the skies were gray
+You would rub me on my back and say, "Baby, it'll be okay"
+Now that's real to a brother like me, baby
+Never ever give my cootie away, and keep it tight, a'ight
+And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
+In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids
+Word life, you don't need a ring to be my wife
+Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we
+Be livin' in the effin lap of luxury
+I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk wit' me
+But you did, now I'm going all out, kid
+And I got mad love to give
+
+[Chorus: Method Man, Mary J. Blige, Biggie Sample]
+You're all (Cry together)
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+I need (Lie together)
+Ya don't stop
+To get by (Cry together)
+Yeah yeah
+Ahh, all I need
+(You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
+You're all (Cry together)
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+I need (Lie together)
+Ya don't stop
+To get by (Cry together)
+Yeah yeah
+Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
+Tical
+
+[Bridge: Mary J. Blige]
+Like sweet morning dew
+I took one look at you
+And it was plain to see
+You were my destiny
+With you I'll spend my time
+I'll dedicate my life
+I'll sacrifice for you
+Dedicate my life for you
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man & Mary J. Blige]
+I got a love jones for your body and your skin tone
+Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
+Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
+No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home
+Even if I'm locked up North you in the world
+Rockin' three-fourths of cloth, never showin' your stuff off, boo
+It be true, me for you, that's how it is
+I'll be your Noah, you be my Wiz
+I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and kisses
+Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please
+Be on another level of planning, of understanding
+The bond between man and woman, and child
+The highest elevation, 'cause we above
+All that romance crap, just show your love
+(You're all...) Suck up on these
+
+[Chorus: Method Man, Mary J. Blige, Biggie Sample]
+You're all (Cry together)
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+I need (Lie together)
+Ya don't stop
+To get by (Cry together)
+Yeah yeah
+Ahh
+(You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
+Cootie in the, tical
+You're all (Cry together)
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+I need (Lie together)
+Ya don't stop, ya don't stop
+To get by (Cry together)
+Yeah yeah
+Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
+Cootie in the chair, tical
+You're all (Cry together)
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+I need (Lie together)
+Ya don't stop, ya don't stop
+To get by (Cry together)
+Yeah yeah
+Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
+Cootie in the chair, tical
+You're all (Cry together)
+Mary J., y'all
+I need (Lie together)
+And Methical
+To get by (Cry together)
+(Like sweet morning dew)
+Yeah yeah
+Ahh
+(I took one look at you)
+(You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
+Cootie in the chair, tical
+You're all (Cry together)
+(And it was plain to see)
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+I need (Lie together)
+(You were my destiny)
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+To get by (Cry together)
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
+You're all (Cry together)
+Yeah
+I need (Lie together)
+Cheeba cheeba, y'all
+To get by (Cry together)
+Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
+What's that shit that they be smokin'?
+You're all (Cry together)
+I need (Lie together)
+To get by (Cry together)
+Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
+You're all (Cry together)
+I need (Lie together)
+To get by (Cry together)
+Johnny Blaze
+Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
+You're all (Cry together)
+I need (Lie together)
+To get by (Cry together)
+Ahh (You look so good, huh, I'll treat you right)
+Man, woman, and child
+**************************************************
+Method Man Freestyle (Staten Island)[Verse 1: Method Man]
+My repertoire is militant
+The last days, what the blood is we dealing with?
+The Johnny Blaze, grab yo' pistol
+Teflon, mega-bombs, and heat-seeking missiles
+Time to go to war, shit's official
+The mic stalker, only if you can understand it
+The sky walker, that be leaping over planets
+Pain! Got that ghetto blood in my vein
+Spread it through my kin, confess my sins, and blame
+Society for unawareness, fuck the president
+He don’t represent the ghetto resident
+Recognize fool within the black coal there’s a jewel
+The revolution been in effect, pull up your shoe
+Utilize your third eye it be in my eye
+Now I choose who gotta die - him, every time
+Ticallion stallion now hold on
+Like black diamonds, stud medallions, and so on
+**************************************************
+M.E.F.[Intro]
+Yeah, pull your shoes up
+Why don't ya'll niggas sit your ass down somewhere
+Meth, yeah, yeah *burp*
+I said it, Staten Island back up in this bitch in a major way
+Yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+Who next on deck? Yo, mark, ready, set
+You get one guess, Meth, pass that dutchie pon de left
+Take a deep breath, Meth, take that genie to the chest
+It relieves stress, please believe it
+Who your M-E-F'ing Man, go 'head, ask your man
+And them broads with them big drawers, they know who I am
+Call me Meth, like my niggas in Park Hill Projects
+Just Meth, say it with the F, never disrespect
+
+[Verse 1]
+Give me dap, or give me depth, Clan in effect
+While you shaking my right hand, I stab you with the left
+What the fuck ya'll expect, I'm beyond bomb threat
+Explode when I'm talking, I blow shit out proportion
+Who's next, now, to be made an example
+Timb boots stomping on them open toe sandals
+Every boots scuffed, another win for us
+Life's just fucked up, momma just didn't hug me enough
+Let's you and I discuss over this bag of dust
+My plans to make bags, up in God we trust ya'll
+I ain't gotta, lift a, finger to touch ya'll
+And I ain't got a middle finger you to fuck ya'll
+Shit, as far as I'm concerned, ya'll germs
+To the illest MC to ever get his turn
+Street, you know the Life, money feed only on these dice
+Don't wanna have to make my point twice
+
+[Chorus]
+Who next on deck? Yo, mark, ready, set
+You get one guess, Meth, pass that dutchie pon de left
+Take a deep breath, Meth, take that genie to the chest
+It relieves stress, please believe it
+Who your M-E-F'ing Man, go 'head, ask your man
+And them broads with them big drawers, they know who I am
+Call me Meth, like my niggas in Park Hill Projects
+Just Meth, say it with the F, never disrespect
+
+[Verse 2]
+Who cashing checks every first and fifteen?
+Who earnt they respect? Blunt brother from another mother
+Southpaw, might Golden Glove ya
+Now Enter the Wu-Tang Forever, The W
+Ya'll been eating off our plate for years
+And didn't know I spit in the pot
+I'm on the toilet with some new shit, fitting to drop, lend me your years
+For a minute, get in it, "see murder", there ain't "no limit" to the killing
+Emotional wreck, cuz I ain't feeling what ya'll feeling
+Ya'll rappers is sex with penicillen, who the villain?
+Burning MC's, sick as the V's when he illing
+A hundred degrees in dungarees, still chilling
+You know me by now, look out Tical
+In your barn, at your Phat Farm, milking your cow
+Street, you know the life, money feed only on these dice
+Don't wanna have to make my point twice
+
+[Chorus]
+Who next on deck? Yo, mark, ready, set
+You get one guess, Meth, pass that dutchie pon de left
+Take a deep breath, Meth, take that genie to the chest
+It relieves stress, please believe it
+Who your M-E-F'ing Man, go 'head, ask your man
+And them broads with them big drawers, they know who I am
+Call me Meth, like my niggas in Park Hill Projects
+Just Meth, say it with the F, never disrespect
+**************************************************
+Retro GodfatherCome on (come on)
+Take it back (take it back)
+70's style (style)
+I'll do, anything
+All y'all old school Studio 54ers
+That's, my, word!
+
+There's nothing in the world that I won't do
+I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
+I'll do, anything
+That's, my, word!
+
+O.D.'n on this one fleein, all eyes seein
+Dominant supreme being, face the mental
+Deep concentration break the point on a pencil
+Keep my cliches out your dental, capiche?
+Shit that I been through is cause for parental
+Discretions no question my Westside Connections
+L.A. Confidential, world don't stop
+'less it's mental, Staten residentials, you wit it?
+Wu-Tang, Forever and a day, 'til I'm old and decayed
+I'm commited; look ma, we did it
+Top of the the world, tell it to my firstborn
+And my baby girl, did it my way, take the low road
+On the highway, out the sunroof, yellin
+"Thank God it's Friday!" Show a nigga love
+If he got my sound pull the plug, he's not underground
+Call him mud, when I flood the airwaves
+Household and stairways (rainy days)
+Waiting for these paydays, think not of the ends
+If I got twenty, my brother get ten
+Now let the madness begin motherfuckers!
+
+There's nothing in the world that I won't do
+I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
+I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything.. anything..
+There's nothing in the world that I won't do
+I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
+I'll do, anything..
+Yo, yo, yo!
+
+We got love for those with love for us
+Baby you can look but don't touch, I'm fried off the dust
+And plus, the only thing I trust is a fund
+Ain't no fun, just paranoid niggas totin guns
+In apparel, keep us camouflaged in the shadows
+That's where I bring this tale that you never get to tattle
+Obliterate the tri-state, and the crime rate
+Tell them swine niggas fly straight, you can call it fate
+And if it ain't mine, call it fake, bottom line
+End the case, spoonfeed the track just a taste
+Of the side dish, soup of the day, I come Wright like N'Bushe
+For them Dead Presidents
+Fuck what you say, and he say, and she say, and they say
+Vacate the premises, caught up in the melee
+Sentence this song, to twenty-five years hard labor
+In the system, where it takes the form of my wisdom
+Respect mine, take my time and protect nine
+Next on the frontline, Mr. Meth
+No more no less, what you see is what your ass get
+Set it off I suggest
+
+There's nothing in the world that I won't do
+I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
+I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything.. anything..
+There's nothing in the world that I won't do
+I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
+I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything..
+
+Not a problem that I can't fix
+Cause I can do it, in the mix
+Not a problem that I can't fix
+Cause I can do it, in the mix
+**************************************************
+Everything[Intro: Method Man]
+Yeah... yeah... Allah Math...
+Yeah... yo... yo...
+
+[Method Man]
+Y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the king?
+Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to the rib?
+Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they biz
+Thinking niggas plotting on hairs, think they not when they is
+This is Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly
+And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me
+Like nines to the side of the skully, popping they top
+I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
+Nigga, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
+Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
+Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a nigga
+Start shining, niggas start some shit, my guard lit
+Like a boss, head nigga in charge, get in these drawers
+Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours
+This Meth dude got that food, and he serving it raw
+Told you before, I bring the pain, and now I'm hurting them, pa
+Hurting them, pa...
+
+[Hook 2X: Streetlife]
+Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
+Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
+Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
+Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit
+
+[Inspectah Deck]
+Aiyo, you fucking with some capital G's, Allah Math
+Streetlife, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me
+Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift
+Had the highest paid ho, get it cracking for free
+Worldwide, still trapped in the P's, Pioneers
+Like the twenty inch woofers, that's in back of the V
+Leave ya brain, like you spazzing on E
+It don't matter who you happen to be, nothing swagger like he
+Keep a dirty cop close, never talk with no feds
+Tear the roof off the mother, right along with ya head
+And I ain't talk unless she talking bout bread
+You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm walking the ledge
+Son, I'm just a little off of the edge, as I stalk
+The mean streets, for paused types, callers are read
+Killa Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a Resident
+Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds
+
+[Hook 2X]
+
+[Streetlife]
+Special invited guest, I came to put the rumors to rest
+Rip the rest of the slugs through your chest
+Put the chest to the back of your vest
+Trap your packet, take the money and jet
+Niggas posted, but you posing no threat
+Punk, you pussy like the opposite sex
+Front, see how many shots you will get
+I'm not asking, I'm demanding respect
+I'm just a man to respect
+Watch your step, son, your funeral's next
+Streetlife is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neck
+The other hand is attached to the tech
+Your next move could mean life or death
+Make move, take baby steps
+Hold that thought, nigga, save your breath
+We hold courts, in the streets, we rep
+For Cash Rule, and we came to collect, cock sucker
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Never Hold Back[Intro: Method Man (Dooney Boy) {Pinky Phat Phat}]
+Cool, okay, I'mma let ya'll take it on your own right now
+Why don't you do me a favor (What?) {What?}
+Tell me a joke (why did the chicken cross the road?)
+{To get five dollars from her baby daddy!}
+Eheheheh (hahahahahah) you got that? {eheheh}
+We gon' roll with that right there, aight then
+-- beat drops --
+Gilla House, muthafucka, Gilla House
+Gilla House, muthafucka, Gilla House!
+Yeah, another Def Jam, where we don't make stars
+We just sign 'em, uh-huh, that's what's up, Big Sox
+
+[Method Man]
+I'm on the grind... (can't wait to shine)
+Fuck that, I pull your blinds, catch you f'ing with mines, no go 'head
+I got no time (hate to be wastin' time), muthafucka know the name
+And know that I ain't feelin' ya'll lames, like novacaine
+Ain't no way you can (stop the train) or the conductor
+Of the track, muthafucka, that's E3, my love for the game
+(it's just not the same)
+Unless it's Gilla House, and Wu-Tang Clan, in the house, cop them thangs
+Live together and (pop the chain), know your lane
+Fuck cocaine, stick up, bout to blow your brains off the map
+The (Flame is back), it's the amazing
+J. Blazin' grapes of wrath turn to raisin
+What part of the (game is that), we not playin'
+Ya'll try'nna raise the price at the door, we not payin'
+So watcha (watcha want?) You kids are slum
+And son got knuckles in his Air Force One's, come on
+
+[Hook: Saukrates (E3)]
+Niggas never seen it this raw (but nothing's gonna hold me back)
+Keep the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
+Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
+Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your life)
+
+[Method Man]
+Yo, yo, on the air (thought you dead?) But I returned
+To give you what you waited four years, now to burn
+Hold your head (and know your ledge) your life flash by
+Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high
+Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go
+Catch me in the West Wing, I might "Rob Lowe"
+Yes, I can (yes, I can can) tap your jaw
+And tell whatever chick that I'm with, slap your broad
+This is it, (I'm stuck with ya'll) and ya'll stuck with me
+In the lap of luxury, where the hell's cut for free
+And the kid (can't fuck with ya'll) Til I got a tree
+On some new property, at my new pot to pee, have mercy
+(Mercy me) Things ain't what they used to
+Soon as you get your shot on the top, somebody shoot ya
+These rhymes (ain't nursery) Life's a bitch
+Then you go to court, and she take half your shit, come on!
+
+[Hook 2X]
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+My, life, your life, yeah, Mr. Meth, Big John Studd, yo
+Ya'll know how I do it, screw it, all day, everyday
+You know what I'm sayin'? Stinkin', drinkin' and fightin' crime
+Staten Island, stand up, we in the muthafuckin' house
+Come on!
+**************************************************
+Worldwide(Chorus 2x - Chedda Bang)
+Show some respect when we come through
+Worldwide, let me see your w’s
+
+(Chorus 2x - Hanz On)
+Throw ‘em up, turn em over, what it do, what it do
+Meth Man Murda gonna perish you
+
+(Verse 1 - Method Man)
+These rappers rap backwards, I don’t rap with them rap dudes
+2Pac backwards, pull that ratchet & cap too
+Back to 93 when I still was holding those capsules
+I also had a 38, ya’ll don’t give me no hassle
+Keith Kool, G Rap moves, it's only natural
+When on the road to riches, I hit the horn when I pass you beep beep
+Pardon my sneeze. Haters get ‘atchew’
+Ballers trying to move with the white, now would Shaq do
+Go harder in the paint. Slap you like ya barber
+Or the 6th man, thinking he a starter when he ain’t
+I’m a sick man, but smarter than you think
+And it’s a thin line between the driver & the robber in the bank
+See I’m cut like a barber with a shank, cool
+Women going swimming with their drinks, pools
+Now who hasn’t heard her that Meth Man & Uncle Murda
+It’s like your cousin trying to kill you with your uncles burner
+
+(Chorus 2x - Chedda Bang)
+Show some respect when we come through
+Worldwide, let me see your w’s
+
+(Chorus 2x - Hanz On)
+Throw ‘em up, turn em over, what it do, what it do
+Meth Man Murda gonna perish you
+
+(Verse 2 - Uncle Murda)
+Yeah I’m Uncle Murda from the jects
+Yeah I’m disrespectful, but get a lot respect
+When I’m waving the tech, you better protect your neck
+Got em looking like Inspectah, the way their hitting the deck
+I with the METHOD man, its feelin like the 90’s back when my tech use to jam
+18 putting pressure on these chumps, sending niggas that’s in their 30’s to go & get my dutch
+Cash rules everything around me. I’m cookin a brick
+Feelin like the chef, wearing my Cuban linx. I was ODB, creepin with dirty ho’s
+Bumpin 36 chambers with 36 ho’s
+Fuck the world, don’t ask me for shit
+This that Brooklyn, Shaolin Big & Meth shit
+This that shit you bump, before you catch a body
+NY back on their shit. I hope these niggas copy
+
+(Chorus 2x - Chedda Bang)
+Show some respect when we come through
+Worldwide, let me see your w’s
+
+(Chorus 2x - Hanz On)
+Throw ‘em up, turn em over, what it do, what it do
+Meth Man Murda gonna perish you
+**************************************************
+The WhatI used to get feels on a bitch
+Now I throw shields on the dick
+To stop me from that HIV shit
+And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling
+Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing
+Biggie Smalls is the illest
+Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
+"What you talking 'bout Willis?"
+The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
+Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes
+Bitches, I like 'em brainless
+Guns, I like 'em stainless steel
+I want the fuckin' Fortune like the Wheel
+I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty
+Don't tempt me
+(T H O D Man)
+You don't want to fuck with Biggie
+Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
+Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
+It's the low killer death trap, yes, I'm a jet black ninja
+Coming where you rest at, surrender
+Step inside the ring, you'se the number one contender
+Looking cold booty like your pussy in December
+Nigga stop bitching, button up ya lip and
+From Method, all you getting is a can of ass whipping
+Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping
+Acting as if it can't happen
+You front and got me mad enough to touch something
+Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something
+So what cha want, nigga? Ya punk, nigga
+I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
+It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw
+Kicking down your goddamn door
+(And it goes a lil' something like this)
+Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
+And everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it
+Honies, shake your hips, ya don't stop
+And niggas pack the clips, keep on
+Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew
+Meth Tical, putting niggas back in I.C.U
+I'm lifted, troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew
+I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue
+No question, I be coming down and shit
+Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get
+And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
+I spark and they cells get warm, I'm not a gentle, man
+I'm a Method Man
+Baby, accept it, utmost respect it
+(Assume the position)
+Stop, look and listen
+I spit on your grave, then I grab my Charles Dickens
+Welcome to my center
+Honies feel it deep in they placenta
+Cold as the pole in the winter
+Far from the inventor but I got this rap shit sewed
+And when my Mac unloads
+I'm guaranteed another video
+Ready to die, why I act that way?
+Pop duke left Mom duke
+The fagot took the back way
+So instead of making hoes suck my dick up
+I used to do stick-up
+Cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups
+Excuse me, flows just grow through me
+Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
+It's the Praying Mantis
+Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
+A motherfucking rap phenomenon
+Plus
+(I got more Glocks and techs than you)
+I make it hot
+(Nigga, won't even stand next to you)
+Nigga, touch me, you better bust me
+Three times in the head
+Or motherfucker's dead, ya thought so
+Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
+And everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it
+Honies, shake your hips, ya don't stop
+And niggas pack the clips, keep on
+Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
+And everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it
+Honies, shake your hips, ya don't stop
+And niggas pack the clips, keep on
+**************************************************
+Drunk Tunes[Intro]
+Hands up (Hands up)
+Hands up (Hands up)
+Hands up (Hands up)
+Hands up (Hands up)
+Hands up (Hands up)
+Hands up (Hands up)
+Hands up (Hands up)
+(Go, go)
+Oh, no-no-no
+I can't feel my face
+I need some more energy
+Give me a shot then I’m goin' out in space
+(Go, go)
+Don't need no more, my head’s spinnin'
+(Go, go)
+
+[Chorus]
+I lost my friends, where are we? (Where are they?)
+I lost my phone, what happened? (What's goin' on?)
+I'm drunk, I need assistance (No-no-no)
+Don't touch me, I'm good (Get off me, I'm good)
+I lost my car, what happened?
+These drunk tunes got me trippin’
+Take me home, damn, I’m buggin'
+These drunk tunes got me so high
+
+[Pre-Verse: N.O.R.E.]
+Hey, yo, I’m drunk walkin' outta the club
+Stopped to show love
+The people want to flick it for Instagram pictures
+I'm drunk so my eyes all red in the pictures
+I'm outta place, bozo face in the pictures
+
+[Verse 1: N.O.R.E.]
+Spread love, crew love, shit, it’s all the same to me
+I show love, I get love, yup, and that remains to be
+I'm walkin' to the whip and I'm stumblin'
+I'm Marshawn Lynch with my limp, I ain't fumblin'
+I smoked a Marlboro Red, see, I was outta line
+And late to see my lady, I was outta time
+I had to be meet her at the Fifi's fish spot
+A Rafael gave me L and got my wrist hot
+I used to drink Smirnoff with dope fiends
+I would babysit my cup, coasting
+New wave, Soundcloud, always around loud
+Split a 'rillo, armadillo
+Shot up the armored hero
+
+[Chorus]
+I lost my friends, where are we? (Where are they?)
+I lost my phone, what happened? (What's goin' on?)
+I'm drunk, I need assistance (No-no-no)
+Don't touch me, I'm good (Get off me, I'm good)
+I lost my car, what happened?
+These drunk tunes got me trippin'
+Take me home, damn, I'm buggin'
+These drunk tunes got me so high
+
+[Pre-Verse: Method Man]
+Hey, yo, I'm drunk, throwin' up in the club
+In addition, I ain't know what they was slippin' in them drinks I was sippin'
+I didn't think, prob'ly somethin' pink, I was slippin'
+Last time I woke up in the clink, I was trippin'
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+One drink, two drink, three, it ain't a thing to me
+I shows up then leave tore up, ain't nothin' changery
+One too many Kamikazes, I'm a zombie
+Stumblin' out the party, I was duckin' paparazzi
+I shoulda skipped last call and hit the herb spot
+Or hit the studio, maybe, because this verse hot
+My first shot, my bird hot, by the third shot
+Curved the THOT, the thirst real but her purse not
+My attitude is out the world, I'm a star
+Plus a rhymin' alcoholic, ask the girl behind the bar
+The opps can't call it, they ain't havin' a prob'
+Honey workin' on the tan, they nabbin' the jar
+
+[Chorus]
+I lost my friends, where are we? (Where are they?)
+I lost my phone, what happened? (What's goin' on?)
+I'm drunk, I need assistance (No-no-no)
+Don't touch me, I'm good (Get off me, I'm good)
+I lost my car, what happened?
+These drunk tunes got me trippin'
+Take me home, damn, I'm buggin'
+These drunk tunes got me so high
+
+[Verse 3: Joe Young]
+Yo, don't talk to me when I'm drunk is what I'm sayin'
+You okayin'?
+Mad disrespectful, is we fuckin' or you stayin'?
+Nights like this, I never know what I might pull
+The bud got me high, I'ma Vodka and Red Bull
+I'm on a level that could be dangerous to most
+Champagne to the face, need no glass, fuck a toast
+Keep them shots comin', keep the liquor runnin'
+After hours spot jumpin', we might be into somethin'
+We havin' a good time, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
+The Lab in this bitch, eight guns, we ain't bluffin'
+Don't be mad, she belong to the world stock, cuffin'
+She in the middle of the dance floor like her muffin needs stuffin'
+I got the oven, I'ma serve the plate
+Tried the number with no debate
+Poppin' mad bands for a nigga, shake that cake
+Make that shit quake and watch it drop for a mother fucker
+She ride the wave like it's some props in this mother fucker
+
+[Chorus]
+I lost my friends, where are we? (Where are they?)
+I lost my phone, what happened? (What's goin' on?)
+I'm drunk, I need assistance (No-no-no)
+Don't touch me, I'm good (Get off me, I'm good)
+I lost my car, what happened?
+These drunk tunes got me trippin'
+Take me home, damn, I'm buggin'
+These drunk tunes got me so high
+
+[Outro: N.O.R.E.]
+Go (Go, go)
+Go (Go, go)
+Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
+Go (Go, go)
+Go (Go, go)
+Go (Go, go)
+Put your hands up
+Go (Go, go)
+Go (Go, go)
+Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
+Go (Go, go)
+Go (Go, go)
+Put your hands up
+Go (Go, go)
+Go (Go, go)
+**************************************************
+Kill Different[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Welcome back to the Meth Lab, hah
+Now I'm back in that meth bag
+Rappers, I'm revokin' they guest pass
+I'm sayin' they just trash
+Stripes and polka dots, we just clash
+I'm here to issue challenge, y'all red flag
+No Malice, I'm just bad
+The Crips'll Pusha T and your head back
+Go slap you in your head like, "go 'head, rap"
+But movin' ahead 'fact, a head-shot to see where they head at
+That means I'm tryna get it like head scratch
+Get it? No head scratch
+Ratchets and a P-L-O head wrap
+These snitches, I don't know if them head tats or stitches
+You preach, I'ma little vicious while I'm freakin' your little misses
+No biscuits but I'm all in that Bisquick
+Hoes jump in your business
+Groupie dudes jump in your pictures
+They mother's like, "Please, Jesus, come fix it"
+Lord, them built different
+Put hands on 'em, I'ma feel different
+Take the S out of skill like kill different
+
+[Chorus: Hanz On]
+Yeah, kill, kill-kill, kill-kill
+We gon' get this money 'cause the paper kill different
+Fuckin' game, nigga-game, nigga
+Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill
+Let him kill himself 'cause the car peels different
+Fuckin' game, nigga-game, nigga
+Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill
+Yeah, we gon' reach the top 'cause success appeals different
+Fuckin' game, nigga-game, nigga
+Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill
+We gon' get this money 'cause the paper kill different
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Hear me out, my zeal is ill, hunnid percent
+Fly, cut cloth, it's like the baddest bitch in Brazil
+We know what it feels
+That's why we be composed and drill
+And keep our whizzes hittin' the hills
+Take this mill, gladly
+I feel a mode of hate, I'll hold you with steel
+Everything else we gotta build
+Blow a bill, facts be real
+Stay away from the snakes, they eels
+They live in swamps near the fields
+I be on chill, can't call it no other way
+Watchin' Netflix and Breakin' Bad bills
+Pumpin' krills back in 1980 fills
+FILA suits and grills
+Don't get caught, caught-up on the corners
+I'm only here to warn ya, let's just be real
+Feel a hustler's reign with the ambition to make a hunnid bills
+Stackin' money, talk to bosses
+Stay hun' mills', remember Chef one
+Blow hills, yeah
+
+[Chorus: Hanz On]
+Yeah, kill, kill-kill, kill-kill
+We gon' get this money 'cause the paper kill different
+Fuckin' game, nigga-game, nigga
+Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill
+Let him kill himself 'cause the car peels different
+Fuckin' game, nigga-game, nigga
+Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill
+Yeah, we gon' reach the top 'cause success appeals different
+Fuckin' game, nigga-game, nigga
+Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill
+We gon' get this money 'cause the paper kill different
+
+[Outro: Raekwon]
+Louis Rich, nigga
+It's not no mother fuckin' game, nigga
+We very strong over here
+Paid our mother fuckin' dues, nigga
+That's right
+Meth Lab, nigga
+Hanz
+Stallion
+Ticallion Stallion, I call him that, nigga
+That's a horse, that's a race horse right there, boy
+You know what we do, nigga
+Been on our Ferrari shit, nigga
+Been on our fuckin' motor vehicle fly shit, nigga
+**************************************************
+The Lab[Intro: Spank]
+Yeah, oh
+Yeah
+Yeah
+Yeah
+
+[Chorus: Spank]
+We comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab
+Bitch, we comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab
+We comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab
+Bitch, we comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab
+Part two
+
+[Verse 1: Spank]
+We got the city on smash, the game is really on smash
+I set up shop with the shot, and got to gettin' this cash
+I put the work in the pot and let it go
+Anybody and they momma who coppin' already know
+Ike love, I'm in the city, I'm dolo
+From New Yitty, it's YOLO
+Keep it under the Polo, them people takin' them photos
+Me and Methical hit the work, extra got the Lexus out
+Really runnin' wild, hit the exits with them weapons out
+Rain on them bitches
+I take the train with some bitches who keep it tucked in they pussy
+A fair exchange when we hit'cha
+Put the frame in the picture
+No picture frames in my circle
+Niggas goin' in early like they done gave 'em a curfew
+Said, run for the money, run for it
+You either gonna slump for the money, slump for it
+I got a little pretty bitch about to come for it
+And if you try to come for her, she gon' dump for it, nigga
+
+[Chorus: Spank]
+We comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab
+Bitch, we comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab
+We comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab
+Bitch, we comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab
+Part two
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+I got blunts in a pocket, a half a zip in my sock
+Got rappers eatin' my garbage like I ain't spit in the pot
+We put the lid to your top and let it blow
+Anybody from the Island that's poppin' already know
+Meth Lab and we back with them cookers
+I'm out the door with the cook-up
+The quiet life and I keep it private, don't like it, then pull-up
+It's like whatever now
+Tighter then them fits that they be wearin' now
+Methidcal, they tryna touch the kid? You some pedophiles
+Who is you kiddin'? See, I ain't losin', I'm winnin'
+I'm the coop with a pigeon, don't care 'bout who we offendin'
+A lot of you is pretendin', I mean the proof in the puddin'
+I'm at the stove in your kitchen, see, that's the proof that I'm cookin'
+Me and Spank keep it pushin' and while the pushin' is good
+I'm tryna get me some cookies, the kind you put in a wood
+See, I ain't stressin' you rookies like I should
+I'm just sayin', ain't no place for no rookies in my hood
+And-
+
+[Chorus: Spank]
+We comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab
+Bitch, we comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab
+We comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab
+Bitch, we comin' from The Meth Lab, The Meth Lab
+Part two
+Uh
+**************************************************
+Symphony[Verse 1: Method Man]
+I’m that OG, some of y’all know me
+I used to cop greens from 4G, nickels, dimes and oz’s
+I’m like Thor’s brother, so low key
+I might swing a hammer, provoke me
+Put a shooter where Ko - be
+Tell ya like somebody done told me
+Never trust nobody who owe me and any wife is a trophy
+If Meth the mortician, you know that shovel is on me
+To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely
+
+[Verse 2: Kash Verrazano]
+I’m all about the Benjis
+But that bring jealousy and envy
+Don’t trust niggas, they smile it seems friendly
+I’ll be damned if I pass up
+It’s for bricks when I mask up and run down
+On em to get my cash up
+Cash Verrazano J Reeds is getting lined up
+Sam Rothstein when I lean slump with the 9 tucked
+Come and take a trip to the dark side
+Fuck around with pigs, they gonna find your body hog-tied
+No guys saying they neutral but playing both sides
+Homicide housing young cartel with dope tides
+Your boy ain’t playing a little
+Have em engraving a tombstone with your name in the middle
+
+[Verse 3: Carlton Fisk]
+Fugitive on the run, felony warrants
+The police, kicking doors, question all the informants
+Carlo, feeling like the war��s on and I’m running through Hell
+Blunt in my mouth, gasoline draws on
+Vocals, got a laser beam, no other option for you
+Die or embrace the team, offers that you can’t refuse
+Handz On music, motherfucker, yeah say it with me
+Now get your smart phone hater and take a picture with me
+Consigliere, no phones, Jimmy whisper to me
+Ride ’til I win the war, Cops put a clip in me
+Carlo’s, got killers on the payroll, Killers on the lay-low
+Killers that will kill when I say so
+
+[Verse 4: Hanz On]
+There’s a war going on outside, nobodies safe from
+I gotta get this money now, we gon’ take some
+A politicing with these clowns, bout to shake something
+I’m gonna hit em with the pounds, that’ll break something
+Y’all better run and get your boots time tight black
+Y’all fornicating with this money, get your life rap
+Straight music, motherfucker cause it’s like that
+I come and hit em in the dark, call it nightcap
+And I be fucking with the starks, he my ace boon
+Don’t let us catch you in these parts or we gon' bake rooms
+And yo them cats you running with, yo they some fake goons
+I’m bout to sweep em in the finals, gonna shake brooms
+The situations getting chunky, tension mad thick
+Like you could cut it with a knife, cloak and dag’ shit
+Hanz baby, PLO on some Arab shit
+My killahs coming with them cannons, bout to blast shit
+
+[Verse 5: Streetlife]
+Streetlife chip off the old block, the hard rock
+Apply pressure to your neck ’til your heart stops
+Got ‘em all lean like codeine, microphone fiend
+I’m an addict, I’m addicted to rap cream
+New day is dawning but I’m stuck in my old ways
+Gave you fair warning, I’m reloading, okay?
+I ain’t gotta say it’s on, pop up at your front door
+Early morning, guns drawn, like ding dong
+
+[Verse 6: Killa Sin]
+Cash, I get it up, my niggas, I can’t get enough
+Won’t stop rocking ’til I’m sitting up on Diddy bucks
+A semi tuckin, witty fucker, picture getting city stuck
+This city buck is sick of flipper, motherfuckin’ city bus
+Big whip, coasting, throat stroking, slow motion
+Slow groove, so smooth, old school, Billy Ocean
+Caribbean Queen, mean body, Dereon jeans
+Cherry bomb, the way she blow me, she like [?] dreams
+Enough with the petty con schemes, I need Enron cream
+Short minute before I end up with that Benz on lean
+**************************************************
+Elements[Method Man]
+(There...there?)
+One more gain
+Yo, uh huh uh huh
+Staar
+Surround sounder, blunt smokin, remy downer
+Hip-hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder
+You get skidawed, undertakin' undergrounders
+This lyricist, lounge with low, that be lounger
+Aliens is out of townish, fuck applause
+Niggas clap now with forty pounders, and fourty-fours
+Is it all, fair in love with war
+Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
+Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
+My vocal cords break the laws that apply to nature
+Low and these niggas love to hate ya
+Request the henney straight no chaser
+Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya
+Now gimme yours
+
+[Star]
+Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal
+Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars
+(Allah punk) I'm hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin' like Christ
+Recitin' psalms in the streets of Babylon
+(Verbs I gather well) ??? data shells
+My squad camoflauge your wealth
+Like the bible with parabels
+With the navigator, spittin razor sharp, breath laser data
+That'll tickle you now, but slay you later
+
+[Method Man]
+On this one call me Lee Major
+Million dollar man, bionic or proffesor chronic
+Still not a player, I just fuck alot the panty raider
+Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager
+Stankin' ass
+
+[Polite]
+Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the bullet
+You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it
+Bet if I pull my gun I'm gon' squeeze
+I'm startin at your head, son, and stoppin' at your knees
+I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs
+Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood
+Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt mental
+Foul thoughts paralyzin temples, it's just that simple
+
+Chorus
+[All]
+You better come with your best gun
+Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun
+Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now
+My squads down for whatever with whoever now
+Let's get it on
+Best to come with your best gun
+Niggas be rollin', it's all war no fun
+Niggas be holdin', you niggas under pressure now
+My squads down for whatever with whoever now
+Let's get it on
+
+[Star]
+Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four fifth Glock
+We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got
+Was lip lock, heavy heat, steady street sweepin your peeps
+Hawks, machete chops puttin' cease to your petty fleets
+This raw rebel got more metal than pop
+And rock groups, when my Glock shoots the scores settled
+A ground attack, I'm bound to clap rounds of rap
+Clowns are found flat, face down around the map
+Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five
+The size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle mine
+
+[Method Man]
+I told you once, I told your ass a thousand times, chump
+Body in the trunk, stay in line punk
+Fuck wit me and mine
+
+[Polite]
+Yo
+You be the actual, sixteen bars, comin' after you
+Never go against my team, they might embarrass you
+Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed
+Put your hands up, I'mma put a hole in your paws
+Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro
+Two choices, bass off or either die slow
+We all scholars when it's time to clean a dirty dollar
+Attack the boards, it's like a rotweiler
+
+[Method Man]
+Niggas comin out they shoes like they Usher
+These motherfuckers on the run, and they socks from
+The bounty hunter, Iron Lungster, rain and thunder
+Here come the lightning now I'm strikin' back at niggas bitin'
+Pushin' buttons just to step away from self-destruction
+Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin'
+Suckin' away from bustin'
+Yall brothers laugh now and cry later
+I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega
+Whoopin' that ass, walk you dogs through the lookin' glass
+Been burnin' MC's since cookin' class
+Makin' it hot like the summer in the crackspot
+With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot
+On each block, I'm the remedy, send them back to me
+After detock, shorty got knuckles in the Reebok
+Plus we got a problem with the Benz
+(What's the problem with the Benz)
+She want the six-hundred, but she ain't got the ends
+
+Chorus
+[All]
+You better come with your best gun
+Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun
+Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now
+My squads down for whatever with whoever now
+Let's get it on
+**************************************************
+Crooked Letter I[Intro: Streetlife (Method Man)]
+Ooooh! We have returned
+Yeah, show you how to flow again (show you how to flow again)
+It's the rap rule again (hehehehe) Yo, yo..
+
+[Streetlife] (Method Man)
+Street, Meth, we ride like A.C. and O.J. (y'all niggas crazy!)
+I runs up on you in broad days, I'm a Loose Link
+I carry's the Heaterz, always
+Small timers, get left for dead in the hallways
+It's that ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead
+(Me and my Co-D's, about to O.D.) let me procede
+I'm that O.G., you're not in my league (you know my steez)
+I put the smackdown, on you killer clown M.C.'s
+
+[Method Man] (Streetlife)
+I rock for all my niggas (I rock for all my niggas)
+That's why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here
+Stat' Land, crooked letter is I, we back, man
+Harder than a dick on viagra gettin' a lap dance
+Hittin' like a back hand (I slap y'all kids)
+As if we in a game of spades, and y'all renig'
+John Blaze, not the clothing, cuz some of that is slum
+(Son, I'm already knowin') cut they jeans mad young
+
+[Hook 2X: Kon Artis]
+In the Crooked Letter-I, it's do or die
+Shit, every man fights to stay alive
+In the Crooked Letter-I, you should not try
+Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why..
+
+[Method Man] (Streetlife)
+Stingy with my dough, even stingier with dojia'
+(Told y'all) You'll never go broke, long as I owe ya
+Maintain your composure, or party over
+For stank bitches, who get it, twisted like yoga
+Holla for a dollar, yea, and y'all ain't gotta go home
+(But y'all gotta get the fuck outta here)
+Who stay "Lo" like Jennifer, won't see me a lot
+But when you see Vivica, tell her she a "Fox"
+
+[Streetlife] (Method Man)
+We rollin', big truck, sittin' on chrome (twistin' a bone)
+Talkin' to a bird on the bat phone
+Zonin', out the area, roamin'
+The closest you could come to my style, maybe, is clonin'
+The omen (I'm warnin' you now!) Niggas is holdin'
+Run up, watch me put one up in your colon
+Tinseltown town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin'
+Lambchop niggas is sheep in wolf clothing
+
+[Hook 2X]
+
+[Streetlife] (Method Man)
+Beware, danger, shoot off your flares
+Warn all your dogs (tell 'em we here)
+The Stat' (we don't bust our guns in the air)
+Never that, y'all don't come out til the coast is clear
+(Who you suppose to fear) Street, I fears no one
+You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun
+When I start lettin' off (niggas is jettin' off)
+You straight chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth
+
+[Method Man]
+Double O, 3, long time no see
+Who mind parts seas, and cause blind to see
+Some think this industry is just all rhyme and G
+Then he make it to the door, and he can't find the key
+Don't know what it be, to make y'all follow my lead
+Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed
+If rap wasn't rap no more, what would it be
+I don't know, I'd be zonin' sometime, must be the weed... that's that shit
+
+[Hook to fade]
+
+[Outro: Streetlife (Method Man)]
+Yeah, Homicide Housing, Loose Linx
+Carlton Fisk, D.C., rest in peace
+To the Million Dollar Kid, Y
+(S.I., N.Y., 10304) Sick eyes, Size 7
+Big Nut, what up (Big up to Denaun, good lookin' on the track, nigga
+Matter fact, I'mma call Staten Island the tri-borough, now on
+Cuz we'll "tri" any fuckin' thing) Homicide Housing..
+(Fuck y'all)
+**************************************************
+Party CrasherIntro: club bouncer
+
+Aww shit... not these niggas again!
+Aiyyo listen!
+I'm only lettin five of you motherfuckers in here tonight
+If your man ain't on the guest list
+He get to the BACK of the fuckin line
+And you know another motherfuckin thing?
+I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink
+In this motherfucker tonight
+I'm kickin ALL y'all the fuck outta here
+
+[Method Man]
+Uhh
+Muh'fuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin death
+Nigga if you scared why don't yo' ass just stay the fuck home
+Check it out uhh
+
+Me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay your fees
+Stop playin, you fuckin with me, I push my way in
+Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up
+Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch
+Bouncer nigga lookin like he want war
+Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah
+Pattin me down like the law
+As I stumble in the party
+Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure
+Loungin near the bar section, rolled the L
+And kept steppin, concealed weapon, razor sharp
+Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket
+Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin for matches?
+Burn somethin, one toke got me blasted
+Took another toke then I passed it, choke!
+Fantastic, herb ain't no joke
+Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish
+Ladies on the dance floor, shakin they asses
+Got millon dollar broke niggas, that makin passes
+Honey with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic
+Skin like blackberry molasses, mmmmm
+At last it's, time to step and make her mine
+Niggas headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shines
+Brothers got to keep it movin, playin with kids
+That won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban
+You know what this is...
+
+("Yo Duke that's your diamonds right there God?
+Yo that shit'll go RIGHT where my people ain't right now.."
+"Yo don't touch my shit!")
+
+Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream
+End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's
+Now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long
+Before the sirens intervene, the terrotory
+Can't we all get along, without the ruckus
+Got big bouncin muh'fuckers, tryin to rush us
+I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench
+Of a hell bent environment, the odds against us
+Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall
+All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl
+Uhh, every time I try to have a good time why?
+Somebody always fuckin it up, killin my high, damn
+Monkey wrench they whole program, party over
+By that time I'm dead sober
+In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead gone
+You can tell that they was heat holders
+Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set
+Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids
+Rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin Duke
+Half to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible
+Like a front page article, Mister Pitiful
+About a step away now we critical, uhh
+As I boned out I heard the people shout
+NIGGAZ, yea cold turn the party out!
+Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
+
+( sirens )
+**************************************************
+The Glide[Intro: Raekwon]
+Wu-Tang... yeah (what up son) you know
+It's back to that good ol' thing again, you know?
+(Pass that, pass that, man) Word up, we do this tremendously
+(It's on, Rae) word up from staircase to stage
+Yeah... (yo who that?) You know what it is
+(Oh shit... that's the Wu niggas man) aiyo
+
+[Raekwon]
+From out the air space, I'm rockin' leather pants in the tenth grade
+My pen blaze, now we in the wind gate, killin' haze
+Put this shit back in order, do it like the crack days
+Stack up, you little niggas back up, your raps suck
+I demolish a maggot, faggot lines, nigga, you'se a savage
+But don't never compare me to your wack times
+I'll smash your hood up, yeah, anybody you call
+I straight mash out, for cash nigga, put up
+The Embassy's calling, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
+Enemies is falling, y'all niggas ain't good enough
+Now acknowledge the strength, we stand like buildings
+In the city, raise that rent up, y'all niggas gonna give me, baby
+Yeah, what, fucker, we stomp niggas out like XUV's
+Then fuck ya girl in the but-ut
+Nine rap playboys, see me in the Playboy Mansion
+With the playboys on, I play rid-ough
+
+[Hook: La the Darkman]
+Nigga, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke
+Disrespect fam, yo ass gon' get smoked
+We got real money, seven figure deal money
+I'm in the Samuel Jackson, Time to Kill money
+
+[U-God]
+Yeah, we got them anthems, we handsome and raw
+All day, cops harass, but we laugh at the law
+And a fiend got my stash, I blast through your door
+I caught her with the four, his dame was frozen
+She loves sniffing coke til her veins is bulging
+You punk motherfucker, your ribs is frail
+I've been eating calamari, getting big in jail
+
+[La the Darkman]
+Nigga, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke
+
+[Method Man]
+I got that sidedish soup of the day, eye candy
+With the sweetest love, one bite, your tooth'll decay
+I'm moving units like I'm moving the yay, and like they say
+In this business, you either in it, bitch, or you in the way
+Sky's the limit, I ain't come here to play, or come to shit where I lay
+Who in that six blunt, clipping his tray
+Sippin' some Ice Water, dipping with Rae
+Tipping these tricks, dripping for pay
+And knowing half them bitches is gay
+T.M.I. blowing tree in sky, we on the job
+So be abvised, that wack niggas, needn't apply
+S.I., represent til we die, this track is pitching to fry
+Enter the Dragon, I be spitting that fire
+Keep ya balls off, so calling you dogs off
+Cuz word to these jeans, hanging off of my ass, I never fall off
+The sensei, with this pen I slay
+Pick up a queen in Miami, then get M.I.A., John Blaze, bitch
+
+[Hook 2X]
+**************************************************
+Walk On[Intro: sample (Method Man)]
+"Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+It's Meth, back on that old shit
+Pick my ho's with the same finger I pick my nose with
+These flows get, hotter than most chicks, get the picture
+I'm focused, got nothing but cock for cock-roaches, bitch, I'm gone before you noticed
+Ducking these coppers, try'nna make the coldest
+Spot you with the bricks and the baking sodas
+Me and my soldier, we taking over, taking payola
+From all these stations and record labels, they killing culture, tell 'em niggas
+"Walk on"
+
+[Verse 2: Redman]
+Yo, I blow ya minds, like Kurt Cobain
+My block is hot like Lil' Wayne, I'll pop ya little chain
+I'm ready, hip hop is not gon' be the same
+Like the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the little change
+Nigga, I ain't scared, boy, yes sir
+If I wasn't a beast, you niggas wouldn't whisper
+I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self, I'm getting paid daily
+Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me, nigga "Walk on"
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+Huh, now go say that I don't quiver, and any chick
+Caught with dirt under her nail's a gold digger
+Yeah, I tell the people, like I told RZA
+Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know, nigga
+Nah, no carbon copies, they ain't got me, but they can watch me
+Jewels jingling, middle finger at paparazzi
+Not too cocky, but still, ain't too many niggas can top me
+So bounce you foes and pull ya shoes up, nigga "Walk on"
+
+[Verse 4: Redman]
+Don't even blink, think fast, make the right move
+Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube
+I don't play, homey, I got my stripes, too
+I'mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga
+Recognize, like Sam Sneed'll "back down"
+You sick and tired of wack niggas, then act now
+I show you how it's done, nigga, Gilla House
+Give you a whole clip, turn your ruby glitter out, nigga "Walk on"
+
+[Verse 5: Method Man]
+And beat ya feet up, I'm sick with these dice, so put ya g's up
+Then back a lighter tree, about to get the energy up
+I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker
+Will win, and then "key" your car like Alicia
+Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter
+Try'nna catch me a diva, then I'mma catch and meet ya
+Might spill a thong, but still a don, still got
+Love, for my baby moms, we just don't get along, hold the fuck on "Walk on"
+
+[Verse 6: Redman]
+Allow me to reintroduce -- nah, I don't need it
+If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, beat it
+Hop in the 4 of ya 7, black two-seater
+Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner
+Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady
+Get that dough Reggie, me fall off, really?
+You better ask who the best rapper in ya hood
+And when you mimick me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga "Walk on"
+**************************************************
+Intro[Intro: sample]
+Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal
+Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal (well speak your mind then)
+Ok, I will, no one has the right to tell me what I can do with my own body
+What I can eat, drink or smoke, this is a free country
+And no one can take away my constitutional rights
+Hey man, can you put me on and I can say anything I want
+Is that what I need to do? (Yea)
+Then why isin't alcohol made illegal? Why isin't that
+While you drinking it, it hang on and disposes your liver
+Besides that, it's a habitat for alcohol
+Besides that, cigarettes are much worse than pot
+No one ever got killed by pot (you tell 'em, you tell 'em)
+God damn it, man, everything, you can get us anything you want
+(Anything you want, marijuana legal
+Make marijuana legal, what's so bad anyway
+What's so bad about feeling good?
+There's nothing wrong with blowing crack, yea!)
+
+Stop, look & listen, guess who coming up?
+And y'all was dumb enough to think that Method's number's up
+Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks
+Can sum it up, I give my money up, spit at a honey
+Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us
+If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all know what up
+See we them niggas, ain't no ho in us, the flow is nuts
+I'm off the meter, momma wished that I was off the reefer
+But, for now, I got this game up in the cobra clutch
+Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
+Nigga, trust, I got that Killa up
+What y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
+When half ya niggas posing similar, yea
+Ladies and gents, I think this game need a enema, yea
+It's "common sense", I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her, yeah
+But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you tripping
+Like somebody tied together your shoestring, now listen
+I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad karma
+Y'all niggas is throwing rocks with glass armor
+Fuck the court system, pleading the fifth
+And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my lips
+I'm cocky, possibly I got my reasons and shit
+They ain't built a man that can stop me from feeding my kids
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+And if you don't know where I'm coming from, never know where I be in
+Most likely, where ya start at'll be the place where you eating
+And anybody hating on him, hating on them
+That's right, anybody hating on him, hating on them, motherfuckers
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+How could you ever say that I'm washed up
+When I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
+4:21... The Day After
+**************************************************
+4 Ever[Hook: Megan Rochell]
+We both know, that our love will grow
+And forever, will be you and me...
+
+[Method Man]
+Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only
+That don't fuss or fuck around on me, or leave me lonely
+Not just a honey, but a homey, just wanna hold me
+Cuz she got alotta love for me, and put it on me
+If I need that, plus she understand me when I beat that
+It's sweet like candy, this time, I might just eat that
+You steal my heart, sweetheart, then you can keep that
+Let's bar hop and find us a spot where we can chief at
+Push the seats back, you got the kinda body niggas beep at
+Try to speak at, but get no feedback
+Sophisticated, Miss Highly Edumicated
+Living well, lady that made it, type of woman you stay with
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Method Man]
+Give me a queen that respects a "king", just like Coretta
+Get everything except the ring, for worse or better
+Even through the stormy weather, rain, sleet, snow
+Whatever, see if it go down, we go together
+Like Twix bars, ain't no problem that we can't fix, ma
+You ain't gotta sugar my tank, or key the kid car
+Cuz broken hearts leave big scars, when emotions get hit hard
+Niggas get drunk and hit the strip bar
+But that ain't even ya man's style, even back as a manchild
+That's where I stood, and where I stand now
+I'm throwing rocks at your window pane
+Trying to bang, girl, like injure pain, you know the game
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Megan Rochell]
+No matter what we go through (what we go through)
+I'll be there for you (there for you)
+I'll never let you down, I'll just hold you down, oh-oooh
+No matter where we be (where we be)
+I'll do it all again (all again)
+The ups and down, I'll hold you down, oh-oooh
+
+[Method Man]
+Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only
+She don't fuss or fuck around on me, or leave me lonely
+Not just a honey, but a homey, just wanna hold me
+Cuz she got alotta love for me, and now I gotta
+Lotta love for her, might even take a slug for her
+And everywhere we go, pull out that red rug for her
+Yeah, them back rubs in the bathtub, got me cleaning my act up
+I'm ready to shack up, now that's love
+
+[Megan Rochell]
+Nobody can love you like me boy
+I'll promise to be your only girl
+Don't ever leave, just stay
+You will be down for me, anyway
+Ahhhhhhhhhh, you and me together, baby
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Tease[Intro: Method Man]
+Uh huh, No I.D
+It's another one right here, I love women
+Know why (why nigga?) cause they love me back
+Come on, come on, come on, come on, (come on) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo
+
+[Verse 1 - Method Man]
+Now that I got you in the mood, it's way past time ya shook dude
+Cause I'm the best thing since cooked food
+Holler at your frog, I'll be at the lily pad near the log
+And let me drop it off in them drawers
+Baby doll, hood ? with sugar walls
+That talk back to ya like, nigga you shoulda called
+Word, the kid got a thing for big curves
+Might find him down on Sesame Street with big birds
+Big pimpin', all dames is all game
+So fine with her beautiful mind, she all brain
+A head docter, get it poppin' like Reddenbacher
+Chicks call me gravel pit dick, the bed rocker
+Big John Studda, motherfuck who fuck mother
+Gots you covered like Magnum XL rubber
+Easy does ya, but we never love her
+Ya down for the get down girls, go work at Dubya's ohhhh
+
+[Hook: Chinky]
+Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I
+Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me
+Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I
+Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Hey ladies, oh baby, ya all crazy
+And freaks for some grade A meat, it's all gravy
+From sun down to sun up, I stay on the bone
+Like I'm creeping on the come up, get it, got it, I'm gone
+Now I got hun, riding shotgun
+Windows halfway down, cause she a hot one
+Love it when them chicks pop shit, and pop gum
+My team cuttin' but we ain't cuppin', finger fuckin' everything cluckin'
+Baby I'm frostbitten iceberg slim into black women
+When Three's Company ask pigeon who Jack trippin'
+Man listen, money slippin, it's honey dippin'
+And if she come up missin', don't worry she went pimpin'
+Ya gotta be, down with the cause before ya come
+Down with the drawers, how many of y'all down with menage
+Let's make this understood, if it's 3 am and all to the good
+It don't matter if she hood or she's hollywood, ohhhh
+
+[Hook: Chinky]
+Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I
+Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me
+Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I
+Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me
+
+[Interlude: Chinky]
+What do you expect from me (uh huh, uh huh)
+I know of those promises, of love and affection (come on, steady good ma)
+There's something about you, that's got me going (uh huh, uh huh)
+But is it worth not knowing if you're gonna be around (now, now)
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+Who the fuck is your daddy, and who your king girl
+Are you unhappily married, don't see no ring girl
+Soul sister, can't get ya to hell with ya
+At the players ball, Cinderella lost her Chanel slipper
+Now that's flavor neighbor, shake what ya momma gave ya
+Twist, stick and move like Layla, call you mañana later
+I love the misbehavior, no minor, miss ya major
+No finer chick can ?
+God bless the bitch that made ya
+
+[Hook: Chinky]
+Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I
+Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me
+Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I
+Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me
+
+[Outro: Method Man and Chinky]
+Haha, yeah, yeah, the ladies love Big John stud
+Yeah, get it right, don't get it fucked up
+Big dick daddy, ride the big sick Caddy
+All I need now is a chick with a big thick fatty
+Now go back to doing whatchu was doin, when you was doin' it, gone
+
+Gimme one reason, gimme one reason, gimme one reason
+Gimme one reason, gimme one reason, tell me what comes next for me
+**************************************************
+Method ManChorus:
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+
+Hey you get off my clooud
+Let me get raw with my southpaw style
+Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba
+It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the buddha
+Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes
+I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk
+Double-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper
+Partner, you ain't got no wins in me casa
+Straight up, you movin' too fast so baby wait up
+Took one, added seven more now you eight up
+Get on down wit' your bad self
+Get on down, listen to the sound, come on
+Few can ever get this whole commit legit
+See you all up in my dick
+But you don't know shit, uh-huh
+What's your definition of a real emcee
+From what you dedicated, hey it must be me
+Meth-Tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop
+I go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop
+Give me the green light, and the sign one way
+Have you had your meth today
+Huh, move it in, move it out
+Stick it in, pull it out
+Shake it up, shake it down
+Come on down, Meth-Tical
+Oh I often pray that I will
+But today I am still
+Just a...
+
+Chorus
+
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+
+Rrrappers can't get with the style extra wicked
+Rap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit
+A tisket, a tasket I'm not tryin' to have it
+Mic flow show up and try to grab it
+?
+?
+I breaks it down, I gets loud for my crowd
+Filthy, dirty like a worm underground
+Turn into a crazy early bird, that's my word
+Before I kick the bucket I'm a kick 'em to the dirt
+Check out the cloud, smoke out from the mouth
+Other brothers got mad love (?) style for the hood, hey
+Enter the square if you dare
+Without a fro, I'm so raw that I'm real
+I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair
+To see the senorita, with flowers in her hair
+And get mine, cuz she love me long time
+Bartender bring more wine
+Get in line for the...
+
+Chorus
+
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
+Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
+
+Wu-Tang, killer bees on the swarm, it ain't safe no more
+1994, the rugged raw
+**************************************************
+How HighTakin it from the top?
+Tippy? Tippy?
+How high?
+The Ultimate high
+'Scuse me as I kiss the sky
+Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye
+Who the fuck wanna die for their culture?
+Stalk the dead body like a vulture
+Tical get, blacker than your blackest stallion
+Hit your house'n projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga
+Hell yes, 'Apocalypse Now', the gun blow
+It be goin' down, diggy diggy down diggy down down
+While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
+When I raise my trigga finga all y'all niggas hit the decks
+'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores
+Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs
+The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it
+With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch
+Plus, the Bombazee got me wild
+Fuckin' with us is a straight suicide
+10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1, lyric at your door
+Tical bring it to that ass raw
+Breakin' all the rules like glass jaws
+Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours
+Fucka, we don't need no rap tour
+I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rapture
+More than you bargained for
+Tical, that stays open like an all night store
+For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel
+Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
+And end your existence, M-E-T
+Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D
+I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust
+The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts
+I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
+Examine my nuts, I don't stop till I get enough
+Your shit broke down, light your flare
+Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood squares
+6 million ways to die, so I chose
+Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed
+The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap
+And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass
+And yo my man, hit me now
+(Tical)
+Bitches use to play me, now they can't forget me now
+Forget me not, I rock the spot, check Glock
+Empty off a lickin' off a hip hop
+Fuck the billboard, I'm a bullet on my block
+How you dope when you payed for your Billboard spot?
+Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
+It's the funk doctor spock smokin' Buddha on a train
+How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
+How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick
+Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
+Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
+How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
+How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick
+'Til my man Raider Ruckus come home
+It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home
+Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone
+We don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin' O
+Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic
+Bring the Pain lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic
+Movin' on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin' dome piece
+Plus I got no love for the beast
+Hailin' from the big East Coast
+Where niggas pack toast
+Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats
+(Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block)
+(You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped)
+As I run around with a racist
+My style was born in the 50 stair cases
+Dig it, eff a rap critic
+He talk about it while I live it
+If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it
+Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and Glocks in ya
+Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet
+Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic
+Rollin' blunts an all day habit
+I get it on like Smif'n'Wes
+Punks take a sip and test
+Who split your vest
+The funk phenomenon
+I'm bombin' you like Lebanon
+Blow canals of Panama
+Just off stamina
+Styles not to be fucked with, or played with
+Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those, Section A Bitches
+Hittin' switches, twistin' wigs with
+Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
+I dig up in your planets like Diga
+Boo, scared you, blew you to smithereens
+Fuck the marines, I got machines
+To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine
+I fly more heads than Continental
+Wreck ya 5 times like US AIR off an instrumental
+Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks
+But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks
+I breaks 'em up proppa
+Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
+Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
+Look, I got the tools like Rickle
+To make your mind tickle
+For the nine nickle
+(Yo Red, yo Red)
+Punk ass pussy ass
+(You ain't gotta say no more man, that's it)
+Word up Tical, we out
+(It's over)
+**************************************************
+Y.O.U.[Meth]
+Traces of lipstick on my collar
+Baby you got to do some more to get this last dollar
+Hotter than lava when you come believe that I'ma follow
+Lady Medana liketo drink, but she don't like to swallow
+Rockin' that Prada, Honey stay up in the beauty parlor
+Girl it would be my honour, make you my babymomma
+Holler she hella proper, fuck with tha dumbin' cousin
+Sucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them duckin' buckin'
+Suckin' then finga-fuckin', then let me show you somethin'
+I'll knock the stuffin' off that English Muffin
+Can't tell me nuthin', uhn uhn
+Pushin' yo' panty botton when I'm stuckin'
+All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC! Oh girl you nasty
+[Redman]
+Yo' I get it on poppin'
+Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my drawers
+Suckin' your mouth with a torn stockin'
+Rapped around and knockin' , I'm creepin' when you parkin'
+Shoot out the lights, darken the area, then hop in
+Pick up my bigga nigga who helped me figured the plottin'
+Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough
+Shoppin' in rotten--New York, first flockin'
+Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat
+Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', they leave the parking
+Niggas unforgetable can be forgotten
+Doc and Meth entering the top ten!
+Choppin' it raw, lockin' 'n blockin'
+Only raw choppin', it's metaphores, so cops can stop watchin'
+I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em
+Renovate your appartment, when these two things barkin'
+My Mackamichi knockin', bougie hoes be spottin' on they tampons
+I get 'em drippin' like Licky Falls
+
+[Chorus]: Redman, [Meth]
+Now who a bitch nigga?!
+[Now who a snitch nigga?!]
+Now who the shit nigga?!
+[Now who the sick nigga?!]
+Now who you with nigga?!
+[With who you with nigga?!]
+Who rock shit nigga?!
+[Who pop shit nigga?!]
+[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on!
+[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on!
+[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on!
+[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on!
+[Redman]
+I figured it out: ya'll niggas ain't as big as yo' mouth
+My street-value well it ain't won't even fit in yo' couch
+When I bust titties come out
+No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out
+Son's ya duck out! Nuthin' to lose, poppin' a two up in ya goose
+Buckle yo shoes, cuffle my boots, fuckin' with you
+Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana
+Marijuana got bitches on they knees in they Gabbanas
+Gettin' 'em dirty dirty with the hersey and the bombin'
+Holla the drama, fire two in ya armor
+Ya pigeon betta call ma, the ice is a honor
+Twin help me lift her arm up, lebaba(?) with ya momma
+Even dirty her donna, my dick is heronomic
+Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you nasty
+[Meth]
+Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance
+Ain't go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition
+Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin'
+Come mis and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different
+Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin'
+I ain't the one for trickin', on anybody kickin'
+Rippin' these compositions, scrippin' them paper-written
+Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' like Scottie Pippen
+It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm force spittin'
+Shittin' like 'No he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin'
+Chattin' like Joe gettin'
+All in the zone settin' it off like Big Daddy
+And ain't no half-steppin'...I keep reppin'
+Staten you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'
+Duckin' my Smith & Wessum , trashin' the Meth and catchin'
+Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+Who I’m Iz[Intro: Method Man]
+You know it, just like before, muthafucka
+It ain't never went no where, we still drink forties
+Still got niggas that'll whip that ass for me, come on
+The real way... yeah... another Rockwilder joint
+Up in your muthafuckin' mouth, nigga...
+Come on... put my fucking dicks in they mouth
+I ain't playing with ya'll niggas, come on, come on
+Come on, God damn, hit with the... with my what?
+God damn, with the what? Huh, muthafucka, mutha -- yo, yo
+
+[Method Man]
+I'm anti-everything, ya'll niggas is for
+Eat up everything on my plate, then eat yours
+Ain't got no table manners, I disrespect the law
+Off that 99 bananas, disconnect a jaw
+Throw your muthafucking hands up, never comb my hair
+Never pull my pants up, I keep it cracking
+For the whole borough of Staten
+Got to keep it ugly, bloody sanitary napkins
+Catch me on the 14th of February, actin'
+Like I got no love for this whole world, smashing
+Anybody asking, no questions, and answer
+Pop another X for the extravaganza
+Bong bong, can't nobody fuck around with John John
+Take you rappers on and your man with them pom-pom
+From Vietnam, from the phenom, forever mo', back like before
+You see my Clan, see my M.O, act like you know
+
+[Hook: Method Man]
+Who I'm is, at your crib, with his bad ass kids
+Who I'm is, fuck ya'll nigs, we get down like this
+Who I'm is, the phenom, them niggas can't live
+Who I'm is, we ain't got shit, something got to give
+Watch ya step, kid (huh), watch ya step, kid (muthafucka)
+Watch ya step, kid, watch ya step, kid (come on)
+Watch ya step, kid (yeah yeah), watch ya step, kid (yo yo)
+Watch ya step, kid, watch ya step, kid (cook a bag of 'dro)
+
+[Method Man]
+My middle name Mud, dirty water flow
+Leave a ring around the tub, grimy mothafuck
+Kid, I don't give a what, if you feel like I feel
+Throw that third finger up to the sky like such
+Follow this, funky like some staircase piss
+Take a wish, breeze you when your track run sniff
+Off the snow, that's the only way I can grow
+We them kids in the back, yelling "wack", at the show
+Looky here, I'm steppin' to the game, like it's my rookie year
+Home court advantage, two blunts, one beer
+Beware, I'm from a place, where
+They pop for that CREAM and that bling bling, yeah
+Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't mothafucking care
+So react like I'm strapped, keep your hands in the air
+Pain is the game, and it's full contact
+I ain't got to say my name, let the whole world ask
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Method Man]
+Ayo, Rockwilder, this beat is off the dog collar
+Hit Ja Rule at D36 tell him to holla
+At your nigga, murderous flow that I deliver
+Consider this M.C.'s last chance to reconsider
+Their future, cuz ain't no future in fronting
+My crew need something cuz we ain't used to nothing
+The hardest M.C.'s rock the hardest production
+Dick stay hard all day like when we fucking
+Meth with the F.C., my disk's in the decks
+Like the clip in the tech, and we risking your neck
+If you fixing to flex, come in, pour out some liquor
+For your dead homey, ya'll still acting like ya'll know me
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+P.L.O. (Remix)[Intro]
+Ch'yeah
+Uh huh
+It's the remix, mother fucker!
+Yes, sir!
+PLO
+
+[Chorus: Lounge Lo & Hue Hef]
+Where you think he got it from? PLO (PLO)
+Lights be so melodic at the PLO (PLO)
+PLO (PLO), PLO (PLO)
+They'll be a buncha killers at the PLO (PLO)
+Where you think he got it from? PLO (PLO)
+Yeah
+Come and dig your pockets at the PLO (PLO)
+A new generation, we still out there gettin' money
+PLO (PLO), PLO (PLO)
+Look, look
+Raised me from the slums now I'm CEO (CEO)
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Hue Hef]
+You heard PLO style, nigga, I'm back again (Okay)
+They told you G Bully be well in love with them Africans (Facts)
+Heffner back on that shit, I guess they mad again (Aw shit)
+Get crazy on the records, I tear 'em down when I'm battlin' (Yeah)
+Come and off your re-up
+Hit the strip, I drop a bomb in thirty minutes like I'm North Korea (Sheesh)
+It take a lot to beat us (Yeah), you better join us (Uh)
+You still keep lookouts on the corner, they be on us
+I still rep the PLO like I'm Arafat (Uh huh)
+Crazy like a terrorist, hella, pitch it, then I'ma clap (Blap)
+Pull the trigga on any jigga, you fade to black
+This a liberation, they tried to take it, we took it back
+
+[Verse 2: Hanz On]
+That's where the trappers go and post the clocks
+Bacon, egg, and cheese, then it's off to get this gaup (Let's go)
+Mr. Barker gray and he ain't never gon' stop (Uh huh)
+Seen it from the bottom, everything look like the top
+I swear to God, Park Hill made 'em, broke the mold (Yup)
+Solidify 'em, niggas frontin' on him, he reload (Reload)
+It's all about the work, money, never 'bout them hoes (Nope)
+Frontin' on a Staten, get your fuckery exposed (Fuckery)
+Frontin' on a Staten, we dismantle niggas, facts
+Fuck them niggas rattin', we should kill a couple stacks
+My people, are you with me? Where the fuck my hittas at?
+Park Hill lives on, still I lay 'em flat (Park Hill)
+
+[Chorus: Lounge Lo]
+Where you think he got it from? PLO (PLO)
+Lights be so melodic at the PLO (PLO)
+PLO (PLO), PLO (PLO)
+They'll be a buncha killers at the PLO (PLO)
+Where you think he got it from? PLO (PLO)
+Come and dig your pockets at the PLO (PLO)
+PLO (PLO), PLO (PLO)
+Raised me from the slums now I'm CEO (CEO)
+
+[Verse 3: Streetlife]
+PLO style buddah monks with the Dutch Master blunts
+Hashtag Fuck Donald Trump (Ha)
+Momma didn't raise no punk, tough love (Tough love)
+If push come to shove, nigga, I don't budge (Don't budge)
+This is what I does, I'm a born G (Born G)
+Check my DNA, all in the family
+Park Hillian, thoughts covered like an Arabian
+Titanum nod pointed at your cranium
+Criminal minds and verse, no compromisin'
+It's kill or be killed, no silver linin'
+Thin line, life or death, Bruce co-signin'
+Bottom line, dollar signs, gimmie mine
+
+[Verse 4: Method Man]
+PLO style, Mr. Meth, Staten Isle
+Still got shotguns to slam up in your chest piece, blow (Ha)
+We hot son, you could catch a hot one now
+And I'ma keep kickin' doors 'til we knock one down
+These rappers throwin' flags, they should be throwin' in the towel (Towel)
+Honey showin' me her pat I'm tryna throw it in her mouth (Ha)
+In fact, I'm throwin' bows like they throw 'em in the south
+Arm and Hammer, nothin' like the bakin' soda in your house
+Y'all don't really know what PLO about (About)
+Y'all just shoot box money to a CEO account (Ha)
+Put millions in the bank, roll a C-Lo and I'm out
+I be steppin' on these rappers like a kilo in the drought
+
+[Verse 5: Lounge Lo]
+I run through, the killer, high tops with the sweats on
+PLO boomers they lie and get they wreck on (Uh huh)
+Park Hill, my squad ill, you know the set strong
+It's the god damn, god damn up on this Meth song (Right)
+I'm from the oob building, yeah, where they bet wrong
+Sell crack, diss cats, yeah, boy, TEC long (Ha)
+I know you happy that that real nigga Tech gone
+Schoolboy load my flow y'all niggas slept on (Psh)
+Right, I'm in the elevator, lights out
+Get to the fourth floor, take a nigga life out (Ha)
+Hanz On, my man's on, no whiteout
+Meth Lab 2, the water team, we ride out
+
+[Chorus: Lounge Lo]
+Where you think he got it from? PLO (PLO)
+Lights be so melodic at the PLO (PLO)
+PLO (PLO), PLO (PLO)
+They'll be a buncha killers at the PLO (PLO)
+Where you think he got it from? PLO (PLO)
+Come and dig your pockets at the PLO (PLO)
+PLO (PLO), PLO (PLO)
+Raised me from the slums now I'm CEO (CEO)
+**************************************************
+Back Blockz[Intro: Youngin]
+Huh?
+Huh?
+Huh?
+Ha!
+
+[Chorus: Youngin]
+Young nigga jookin' on the back block (Back block)
+In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt (Hands hurt)
+Foreign door, push got the trap spot (Trap spot)
+Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self (Damn self)
+By my damn self, out there by my damn self
+I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
+My damn self, I did by my damn self
+I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self (Ha!)
+
+[Verse 1: Cardi Express]
+Break a moment of silence
+I ain't dead, my life is frozen 'cause I'm goin' through it
+Niggas sendin' threats, it's only right that I'ma hold 'em to it
+I ain't scared, I fear for whoever say they owned up to it
+We don't hold grudges, they just shootin' 'cause I told 'em, "Do it"
+Say the wrong name and now he goin' on a killin' spree
+Get it playin' cutthroat, they don't wanna deal with me
+I got 'em creepin' wit' these murderer intentions
+Your hood is full of pussy, I be on it when the shift end
+I'm close to the edge, so why you guys pushin'? (Woo)
+Ten thousand strong, Leonidas got his life tookin' (Uh huh)
+They say it's good to grieve on a full stomach
+Droppin' the audacity of hope is what the hood wanted
+Tryna figure out what's acceptable
+The man behind the Cardigan, that album is impeccable
+My niggas got the loud homie, if it's stressin' you
+We lampin' in the isles, bring the papers and the Method through
+
+[Segue: Method Man]
+It's family, nigga, break 'em
+Just when you thought you had all the answers
+We changed the fuckin' question
+
+[Chorus: Youngin]
+Young nigga jookin' on the back block (Back block)
+In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt (Hands hurt)
+Foreign door, push got the trap spot (Trap spot)
+Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self (Damn self)
+By my damn self, out there by my damn self
+I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
+My damn self, I did by my damn self
+I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self (Ha!)
+
+[Verse 2: F.R.E.A.K.]
+I'm writin' scriptures, but they'll never quote it
+I'll always tote it for any nigga who say he want it
+A moment, 'cause my father never claimed a fool
+A full breed in a pit of bulls
+We ain't got shit to prove (Facts)
+I know some niggas who can't read but they can stitch a bone
+I'm laughin' at you niggas flippin' rules
+My uncle Carl told me stick and move
+It's young F.R.E.A.K. though
+Got these niggas tuckin' they chains like I was Deebo
+Ran through the Carter like Nino, just me and Geek though
+On the set I'm sendin' 'em slugs to free my 'migos  (Shee)
+This back block deserted like Baghdad
+I'll be damned if they flash cash
+Reps comin' equipped wit' a gas mask
+See a killer but don't push me (Nah) and cash rules
+I'm outta my mind, play with my grind, I'm on my bully (Shee)
+See when y'all was tellin' stories 'round the campfire
+We was havin' shootouts, my whole camp fired
+
+[Chorus: Youngin]
+Young nigga jookin' on the back block (Back block)
+In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt (Hands hurt)
+Foreign door, push got the trap spot (Trap spot)
+Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self (Damn self)
+By my damn self, out there by my damn self
+I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
+My damn self, I did by my damn self
+I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self (Ha!)
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+Another day in the life
+Uncle Meth but this time I brought the family in
+Murder was the case, you can't relate? Then you ain't family then (Nuh-uh)
+Not even a cousin, Auntie Em or even family friend
+Plan we in come with the ratchets, we some handymen
+Got my nephew in the Uber with them shooters
+Got my dawg on Eukanuba, put a shot through your medulla
+I don't hate you moolies, just an addict for the moolah
+To my cash rulers, never give a package to a user (Nah)
+That's my position, opposition can't maneuver
+That's a clue to why I'm sittin' in position to manure (Pfft)
+No Kamasutra, get your karma, you basura
+I mean garbage and there's clearly nothin' promised in your future
+Look at this old head drippin' on a back block (Back block)
+Rich, workin', like he whippin' up a crack rock (Crack rock)
+Fresh out the pot, pack flippin', make the trap hot
+And the family hustle kinda tiny but the stack not
+
+[Chorus: Youngin]
+Young nigga jookin' on the back block (Back block)
+In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt (Hands hurt)
+Foreign door, push got the trap spot (Trap spot)
+Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn self (Damn self)
+By my damn self, out there by my damn self
+I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
+My damn self, I did by my damn self
+I remember niggas had me out there by my damn self (Ha!)
+**************************************************
+I’ll Be There For You / You’re All I Need To Get By (Puff Daddy Mix)Rugged style, it's enough to make a hardrock smile
+Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all
+Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
+Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair
+Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
+Yeah yeah, cootie in the -- check Tical
+You're all, I need
+To get by, ahhhhh
+You're all, I need
+To get by, ahhhhh
+Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
+For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me
+Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman
+Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
+There are few things that's forever, my lady
+We can make war or make babies
+Back when I was nothin
+You made a brother feel like he was somethin
+That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin
+Even when the skies were gray
+You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay"
+Now that's real to a brother like me baby
+Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight
+And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
+In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids
+Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife
+Just be there for me and I'ma make sure we
+Be livin in the effin lap of luxury
+I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk wit me
+But you did, now I'm going all out kid
+And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
+Like sweet morning dew
+I took one look at you
+And it was plain to see
+You were my destiny
+With you I'll spend my time
+I'll dedicate my life
+I'll sacrifice for you
+Dedicate my life for you
+I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone
+Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
+Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
+No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home
+Even if I'm locked up North you in the world
+Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo
+It be true me for you that's how it is
+I be your Noah, you be my Wiz
+I'm your Mister, you my Mrs. with hugs and kisses
+Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please
+Be on another level of planning, of understanding
+The bond between man and woman, and child
+The highest elevation, cuz we above
+All that romance crap, just show your love
+I'm sick of police
+Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all
+And you don't stop
+Yeah yeah, cootie in the - Tical!
+Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
+Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical!
+Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
+Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, Tical
+Mary J. raw, and Meth-Tical
+(Like sweet morning dew) Yeah yeah
+(I took one look at you) cootie in the chair, Tical
+(And it was plain to see) Cheeba cheeba y'all
+(You were my destiny, baby) Cheeba cheeba y'all
+Cheeba cheeba y'all, bring it on, yeah
+What's that shit that they be smoking?
+No romance without finance for now
+Baby, please, ninety-five
+Ticallion Stallion, ha ha, ha ha
+Man woman and child, yeah
+(Anything you need, anything you need)
+**************************************************
+Ice Cream Man[Intro]
+Ice cream!
+Ice cream!
+Mom!
+Throw down some money!
+The ice cream man is coming!
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Brothers don't know how to flow, like "oh
+Shit, I can dip
+I'm a hip hop pro"
+Who wanna get fucked, the hunt that bucks the buck
+Viva like a squirrel, and get a nut, niggy nut
+Over huffing, puffing
+Blow me like down and
+Inside, outside, bring me back around
+And bam!, out the fucking sky like shazam!
+You don't know, I tell you who I am
+The drifty, shifty
+Killer rhyme swiftly
+So much funk, the method true
+Let's get lifty
+Not dusted
+Cause that'll wreck your mental
+Thus get me flustered, looking Oriental
+That's when I'm Fu Manchu from the Wu-
+Tang!, put me in the chamber, now bang
+Zoom!, to the fucking moon I boom
+Don't crowd my mic, alright, give me room
+And I'll show you holmes, how a Meth should be born
+Cuz when I flip God, I'm as hard as a stone
+Rolling, rolling, rolling
+Bitch I'll have them pussy lips swollen!
+On the trigger
+Your bigger
+Now how you figure that
+My click got more figures
+Than you got nigga naps
+And curiosity, what, killed the cat
+Satisfaction, brought that cat back
+And I'll come back, as the Attack of the Killer Tomatoes
+They nothin' in the morning like H.O
+Yo
+Got to go, Got to go!
+Ima stop it
+And drop it like so!
+
+[Hook]
+Ma! Ma!
+Throw down some money!
+The ice cream man is coming!
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Do ya
+Do ya
+Do ya
+Do ya
+Do ya
+Do ya danger!
+Here comes another Wu-Tang head banger!
+Straight from the panty, ante, man
+And brother can you dig it, like my man Digger Dan
+When I shoot that clip, I be trigger happy, man
+Never comb my hair, keep it nigga nappy, man
+Give me a light to spark the bone, true
+I can be the microphone, one, two, check
+The Method, make me wanna wreck shit for
+Wu-Tang squad, keep it hard to the core
+Midnight hour, fresh out the shower
+I be man, He-Man, I got the power
+To get ill, pardon me as I show my skill
+And still, I got too
+Real
+On a lyric, on it, raw deal
+Then it gets fat
+I guess it wasn't on the pill
+Like Cypress Hill said
+Well "I Could Just Kill A Man"
+Fill it full of lead, nobody can get iller than
+The jack mover, word up, it's a stick up
+Try any fancy moves, you get licked up
+By the majestic smoker of the method
+Bone, and I'm known to like
+Wreck shit well!
+
+[Hook/Outro]
+**************************************************
+Half Man Half Amazin’[Pete Rock] To all my Bronx niggas (Yeah!)
+"And I say right about now get ready to get down
+To the funky sound of the man they call"
+"Pete Rock" "and Method Man"
+
+[Method Man]
+Dumbheads, what? Cherryheads.. what?
+Appleheads, what what what?
+(Meth-Tical, you know how we do Dunn, yeah
+Hit it off you know what I mean, like this y'all)
+P.R., take them to the bridge, uhh!
+
+[Chorus: Pete Rock]
+Float on this magnificient track wise intelligent
+All-star Jamerican yes the rap vet
+Reinforce your threat, who got the money to bet
+Against the number one, holdin down the position
+Crush the competition with the limited edition
+Heavy caliber rhyme, shootin down ya peace sign
+The war's on for real, run grab ya shield
+Yo Meth, take the steel and let these cats know the deal
+
+[Method Man]
+Style blazin, Iron Lung on this collaboration
+Money for the takin I ain't sweatin confrontation
+With P.R.ah, we beez the mens of tomorrow
+Master, license to kill, bringin the horror
+To ya house like Amityville, keepin it more than real
+Niggas ain't supposed to feel, Hot Nicks ya know the deal
+If you read the resume, gives a fuck what niggas say
+Timb boots to pave the way, here I come to save the day
+Yes stoppin the fuckin press, transform to Mister Mef
+See that logo on my chest, save a damsel in distress
+Hot shit, in the song, got to Get Until It's Gone
+Kids wanna get it on get smacked up and shit upon
+Right til ya prove me wrong, think you can do me hunh?
+Can't we all just get along, in this modern Babylon?
+Dueling with my nemesis, layin down laws
+Don't start if you can't finish it, I'm telling you Pah!
+Got the power of a meteor shower, comin down
+On all ya cowards, trickin ya funds and sniffin powders
+Here we come, straight from the slums, Dynamic Duo son
+Ghost Rider Jonathan and Soul Brother Number One
+
+[Chorus: repeat 2X (sampled and scratched by Rock)]
+"Sendin this one out.. to my man" - [Prodigy]
+"Meth-Tical" - [Meth] "Pete Rock"
+"Half man, half amazin" - [Nas]
+"Make it hot nigga!" - [Big Pun]
+"For you!" "KnowhatI'msayin?" - [Prodigy]
+
+[Method Man]
+Leapin tall buildings in a single bound, faster than a round
+Blastin out a forty pound, y'all niggas fuck around
+Take that and handle it, Method Man I get
+Strong with Titantic shit, that means abandon ship
+Get a life and get a grip, there ain't a problem that I can't fix
+Transmittin live from Apocalypse
+And the Cho-co-late, Boy Wonder, my sidekick
+Cowabunga, these evil doers days are numbered
+We flexin like the X-Men on rap veteran
+That be's no question, boy ya need protection son
+I'm burnin up check the temperature
+Ya fuckin wit The Last Emperor, Iron Lung dangerous son
+For all who enter the, 36, Deadliest chambers
+For all the prejudiced, entertainers
+There ain't a damn thing you can tell us, bite ya tongue
+I be the troublesome, don't sleep niggas is holdin son
+
+[Pete Rock]
+Pick em off form long range break em down to small change
+A New York Giant stand in front of ya ...
+Squad, what up God, a million to one one odds
+That you can't stop this bullet
+I'm like Refrigerator Perry rush right through it and just do it
+So act like ya knew it, the Mount Vernon/Shaolin fluid
+The rap committee coming live
+Through ya city, swing hard like Ken Griffey
+Gain stats, now who's next up to bat?
+Knock em out the box, Method Man and Pete Rock
+Celebrating victory, rap world remedy
+Take a double dose deadly
+Deadly kid.. yo!
+
+"C'mon!" "One two!"
+"The numba one set and sound" - [BDP]
+"Meth-Tical" - [Method]
+"Pete Rock, this one's for the crew" - [CL Smooth]
+"Half man, half amazin" - [Nas]
+"One two!" "The numba one set and sound" - [BDP]
+"Meth-Tical" - [Method] "on arrival"
+"Pete Rock, this one's for the crew" - [CL Smooth]
+
+"Half man, half amazin" - [Nas (continues to echo to end)]
+**************************************************
+Bridge Boys[Intro: Method Man]
+Rockness, what up?
+Ron Browz, what up?
+Staten Island, what up?
+Hanz, what up?
+Apple, what up?
+Time to go in, hah
+Ch'yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Feel the tension when I walk into a room
+Watch your step and watch your tone, boy, you talkin' to a goon
+Been a problem since them old heads was snortin' off the spoon
+Half you rappers gettin' shortbread and offered Lorna Doones
+Put a ratchet on your forehead, I'm talkin' to baboons
+I remain a Major Payne if you ain't part of my platoons
+I'm a warhead, you know, big explosion with the 'shroom
+It's the sandman, they hopin' I don't show up with the broom
+That's a sweeper
+They knockin' at your door, that's the reaper
+With lead arms all around your head, that's a sleeper
+Rappers paranoid, that's the reefer
+I mean if she a bad broad and let you raw dog, that's a keeper
+My sisters, they don't rock with my dad, my moms either
+Now I'm here with Rock, I'ma dad with mom's features
+Ironic, I never make a threat that I couldn't promise
+Be honest, I'm dope and I ain't never spoke ebonics
+
+[Chorus: Kash Verrazano]
+The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo)
+Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop
+Forbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it)
+But tell 'em I'm hood famous (But tell 'em I'm hood famous)
+The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo)
+Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop
+One more blunt 'cause I'm faded (Blunt 'cause I'm faded)
+Just for the niggas that hate it (Niggas that hate it)
+
+[Verse 2: Rock]
+1010 WINS, hindsight's 20/20
+Thirty-thirty up in 40/40, light somethin' ugly
+It's a fifty-fifty chance niggas gon' die over nothin'
+Get hit, sit calm, nigga, try somethin' funny
+Road warrior, Musa almost got locked up abroad
+Heard you snitchin' on bitches, dude, you locked up a broad
+Maybe Jamaican fakin' but you would not, no reward
+Class by myself but I am not no schoolboy
+I'm not a mama's boy but I am my mama's boy
+For her, I would gladly go nuts, that's my Almond Joy
+I ain't no boy scout but your boy scout your boy like a scout and report
+Put one in your boy's scalp (Boom)
+Meth'll manhandle your man and you
+I ain't even gon' let him do that, bo-blap, blam dude
+Don't get your hands dirty, son
+Son gon' do his whole fam dirty
+Word to P and Dirty
+
+[Chorus: Kash Verrazano]
+The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo)
+Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop
+Forbes sayin' I made it (Sayin' I made it)
+But tell 'em I'm hood famous (But tell 'em I'm hood famous)
+The players might change but the game don't stop (Woo)
+Tryna move some 'caine, get it Range or a drop
+One more blunt 'cause I'm faded (Blunt 'cause I'm faded)
+Just for the niggas that hate it (For the niggas that hate it, yeah)
+**************************************************
+Commerical Break (Impractical Jokers ”Torture”)[Sal Vulcano, Joe Gatto & Brian "Q" Quinn]
+Yeah, torture, mother fuckers
+Torture, our version-our version of torture
+That's right
+I'll fuckin-I'll fuckin' fuck with your credit score and then I-what?
+No, no
+Not the credit score
+That over the top?
+Too extreme
+Is that over the top?
+Yeah
+I just got outta debt
+Alright, so you know what then?
+I fuckin'-I fuckin'-I fuckin' erase shit off your DVR without you even-
+No!
+No? Are you serious?
+We're saving that stuff!
+Alright, alright, alright
+What you got? What do you got?
+Too much!
+I'll fuckin'-I'll fuckin' log onto your wifi router and change the password
+No, you can't do that!
+Listen, that is a privilege, not a right
+What is wrong with you?
+You can do that shit, it's too much!
+Guys-guys, I got it
+I'll go to your fuckin' house, I will take you
+I will fuckin' choke the shit out of you 'til you can't breathe anymore and I'll punch you in your fuckin' face 'til you start bleedin' and bleedin'
+And I'll take that blood and I'll shove it down your fuckin' throat
+And I'll rip open your asshole and stick my foot all the way up it
+That's not bad, that's not bad, that's not bad
+Torture, mother fucker
+**************************************************
+Rain All Day(Verse 1 – Method Man)
+Hey. I swear I never change
+If I’m with you in the sunshine, I’m with when it rains
+I’ll never switch, I’m still the same
+Get caught up in the mix, I never snitch or give up game
+I’m no squealer
+Police be trying to pick the killers brain
+Not familiar, that’s why some brothers go against the grain
+I’m La Familia, I’m hands on
+But that don’t mean the name I’m tryna fill ya
+My hands strong, i ain’t trying to take your chain
+I’m trying to kill ya
+Orangutan, you monkeys tryna
+Hang like you’re gorillas
+I give you Wu-Tang slash gilla
+The object in the mirror, Mac Miller
+My method is the illest slash illa
+I’m trying to get the guap, cash scrilla
+But whitey only see a crack dealer
+Michael Jack thriller, this is not The Walking Dead
+Rapper think he’s Chalky White
+He get the white chalk instead
+Meth Lab, killing everything that’s in the way
+Until the son say
+
+(Bridge)
+The Meth Lab dudes don’t play
+
+(Verse 2 – Hanz On)
+Had these dude thinkin’ damn, when it rains, it pours
+News flash, Meth back, whole Staten with him
+Couldn’t come to terms, how they playing with this rap
+Don’t be understanding all the substance that it lacks
+Gorilla out the traps, bout to flip
+Ten years gone probably saw him in the flicks
+Red tails Belly, motherfucker, was the shit
+Rap coalition, meth lab, get em lit
+Yo it’s crazy how these nigga’s try and do it like we did it
+Careful if you copy end up money on your fitted
+Side line critics
+Hate the bully with the Wesson’s
+I swear to god in heaven, don’t get caught without your weapon
+Caught without your weapons, it get ugly in a second
+Sidearms hover like we bought ‘em from The Jetson’s
+Meth lab, vocab, kill ‘em where they lay
+Got ‘em sittin’ sayin’
+
+(Bridge)
+The Meth Lab dudes don’t play
+
+(Verse 3 – Dro Pesci)
+I’m used to the rain, I don’t see the sun too much
+Nocturnal hustler grinding, holding them drugs too much
+Bench press my pen, on my fresh pad
+Just left the crack house, I’m headed to Meth’s lab. The tech jab
+Cowards in their face when they scheming I bet cash
+Frown up on their face leave ‘em bleeding, who want’s what?
+That’s my attitude all day, You snooze, you lose, that’s why I’m making moves all day
+The tool gonna spray
+I suggest you stay in your lane
+Staten niggas ain’t playing, you get banged for your chain
+I bang with a gang, a poppin mind bangin up thangs
+Accurate aim, well-trained, angle and range
+Dismantle your frame, microphones blown into the flames
+Pesci the name, Professional, perfecting the game
+I’m wrecking these lanes
+Sharpshooter killing all day
+Had these haters say
+
+(Bridge)
+The Meth Lab dudes don’t play
+**************************************************
+SI Vs. Everybody[Intro: Apocalipps]
+Lyrical terrorism
+Yo, yo, yo, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Apocalipps]
+Me and my niggas, we comtemplate and puff sour
+How we gon' crash an airplane into the Trump Towers
+Freedom of speech, go grab your heat, then pump showers
+Don’t want the money this time because I want the power
+Fuck tracks, bust nuts through wack condoms
+Carried the staff for so long, think I got back problems
+Flow greasy, stack paper so easy
+This little nigga stay here, open, like Cole Beasley
+I'm at an all time high, you can't stop the feelin’
+If my success make you sick, here's some amoxicillin
+Six doses, beats is hypnosis
+Meth Lab is open, bitch, so get focused
+It's big business, we sellin' them plants
+And nowadays I got more P's than Kerry Durant
+And all the smokers called it dope, so we gave it a stamp
+Dispensaries got stripper poles in case you girls wanna dance
+One thing you gon' know about Apocalipps (What's that?)
+Feel I take this whole shit 'cause I’m an optimist
+You poppin’ shit, then pop a clip, get knocked then lock your lips
+And if you snitch I'ma hit you in your esophagus
+So I don’t deal wit'chu Dave and Busters
+I got an angry little mob that'll smoke all of your dutches
+Now, keep hatin' thot, eat a sausage
+Minnesota or Cleveland, I’ma get love regardless
+And don't nobody get it confused
+It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool
+
+[Chorus: Iron Mic]
+Yo, we the kings of New York where cash rules (Cash rules)
+In this game called life, you can't lose (Can't lose)
+And don't nobody get it confused
+It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool (What up, what up?)
+Your better run the receipts, we pay dues (Pay dues)
+We'll check SI live, we bad news (Bad news)
+And don't nobody get it confused
+It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Yeah, yeah
+My game patient, it's complicated but so am I
+Patiently waitin', I Playstation, I'm so NY
+My foul flavor, one word is blick and I'm fortified
+Big bully, Michael Jordan wearin' a forty five
+One in his head, if he ain't dead, he borderline
+Dope, every rhyme that I say, go 'head and snort a line
+Sublime, if you didn't know I'm a water sign
+Whatever floatin' your boat, just know the water mine
+Stick your toe in, the water's fine, I'm positive
+And I'm thinkin' positive but I'm thinkin' the problem is (What?)
+That when I'm thinkin' 'bout opps, I'm thinkin' opposite
+Plus I still think I'm in my Prime 'cause I'm an Optimus
+My clan on top of it
+Gettin' poppin', we poppin' it
+'Cause in the spur of the moment wouldn't care, just pop a bitch
+Meth proposterous
+S-I, no stoppin' it
+And once we get the key to the City, boy, we lockin' it
+
+[Chorus: Iron Mic]
+We the kings of New York where cash rules (Cash rules)
+In this game called life, you can't lose (Can't lose)
+And don't nobody get it confused
+It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool (What up, what up?)
+Your better run the receipts, we pay dues (Pay dues)
+We'll check SI live, we bad news (Bad news)
+And don't nobody get it confused
+It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool
+
+[Verse 3: Iron Mic]
+Yo
+Don't ever lil' bro me, nigga, I'm big homie
+On Deck like Inspectah, yup, the weapon on me
+Do not get confused, we just switched up the hustle
+Probably took you a minute to get it, all muscle
+Hit that emoji, these rappers is phoney
+They'll kill for some of this DNA, but you can't clone me
+This is God given, hard livin', Mars' vision
+You new niggas can't really rock to our rhythm
+Nope, this is massacre music
+This is Meth Lab, a death jab, let's back into it
+You tired of the producers dancin' all in the videos (Then what?)
+Then come to Staten Island you little silly hoes
+They see me go back, you see Sparks like Omillio
+Young legend gettin' this young money, a milli, though
+And I don't throw shots, nigga, I shoot 'em
+I still white tee, Yankee hat and Timberland boot 'em (Let's go)
+This is easy work
+Probably see me in the street promotin' peace, still do you greasy, jerk
+I been bangin' since Meth was on that stoop with Mary
+I was loungin' on the low when the hours were scary
+Everybody was choppin' back and forth 'cross the ferry
+These bars are one on one, try not to compare me
+
+[Interlude]
+Meth Lab
+Staten Island vs. Everybody
+There is no competition
+
+[Chorus: Iron Mic]
+We the kings of New York where cash rules (Cash rules)
+In this game called life, you can't lose (Can't lose)
+And don't nobody get it confused
+It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool (What up, what up?)
+Your better run the receipts, we pay dues (Pay dues)
+We'll check S-I live, we bad news (Bad news)
+And don't nobody get it confused
+It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool
+**************************************************
+Act Right[Intro]
+Yeah, that's right everybody get some act right"
+
+[Verse 1]
+Awww shit! Ya know the name
+Who flip flows like chessboards, there go the games
+I'm drugs to the brain
+Even on the 14th of February I ain't got no love for a lame
+Back doin' my thang, right
+Livin' the fast life
+Bitch grab a seat at the bar, get you some act right
+If that don't do it then rock, lets bring it back like
+(Damn right everybody get some act right)
+Ever since I came up, rappers done changed up
+Put your walking shoes back on and step your game up
+I'm getting through off the books, rock we banked up
+Y'all don't think my shit off the hook, then y'all can hang on
+I'm like a king that's so fresh so clean
+I leave niggas like black coffee, no cream
+Come inside the party fuck up the whole scene
+(That's right everybody get some act right)
+
+[Hook]
+Get up get up, ya know what we came here for
+What up what up, get your asses out on the floor
+Come on come on, I've been away for far too long
+Guess who's back and far too strong for ya niggas (now)
+We feelin' good tonight, we hittin' 'dro like
+We gettin money and gettin' honeys that flow like
+My mic, my clothes, my life, my dough
+(That's right everybody get some act right)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ya damned if you do, ya damned if you don't
+Step inside my Range and get blammed if you want
+My Clan in the joint, man we got it locked
+Like whatever niggas got in the bank, I got it stopped
+Y'all already know of my strength already growin'
+In this game many may come but few are chosen
+I don't usually do this, but keep the party going like
+(Damn right everybody get some act right)
+I get tips from B.I.G. and Pac when they blastin' the heat
+If you's a rapper, don't ever ride the passenger seat
+One to grow on
+When up shit's creek, you get your roll on
+Boy I never stop, I go on, so on and so on
+Rappers can't fuck with me
+My career's like somebody put glue in your chair and now you're stuck with me
+I don't use pick up lines, I guess I'm just picky
+(That's right everybody get some act right)
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Extra, extra read all about it
+Who shits they grounded, flies all around it
+My trees don't doubt it, they green as a salad
+All American Express I never leave home without it
+I'll never go pop, Meth Man I'm bout it
+Whenever I rock, the jam's over crowded
+I'm never gonna stop, the fans won't allow it
+(Damn right everybody get some act right)
+Yo, get it you got it, if you got it then good
+(There's a lot of rappers rappin' but not a lot of 'em could)
+I'm that boy in the hood that told Red Riding Hood
+There ain't nothin' but wars in my neck of the woods
+So! Who's ready for MC Whoa
+What's beef? Beef is what I got teeth for
+I eat up everything on my plate then eat yours like
+(That's right everybody get some act right)
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+Stand up! Staten Island, Lond Island get some act right
+Every borough, New Jersey get some act right
+Each state, west coast, east coast, dirty south, midwest get some act right
+If it ain't well, it ain't right
+If it ain't Meth, it ain't tight
+So on that note like this, everybody get some act right
+**************************************************
+Ronins[Intro]
+Come on
+Ch'yeah
+Meth, where you at?
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+My flow? Everlastin'
+My lines? Never lackin'
+Even on Christmas Eve, I out rhyme whoever rappin'
+Slime, shoulda tapped in (Uh)
+But he blind to the facts and, um
+Whut? Thee Album, track one
+"Time 4 Sum Aksion" (Haa)
+Past time for the last time I rhymed in this fashion
+True Religion, he never thought he'd die in his fashion
+But I got time today, if you dyin' then ask him (Uh huh)
+Bars, forensic science, that's if you tryna catch 'em
+Lord, I think I'm over it, I ain't over here actin'
+I say it over and over, I ain't overreactin' (Woo)
+What you picture is death, I'm just closin' the caption
+Who knows if I'ma blow, I just got my nose in a napkin (Choo)
+Super Saiyan, technically, I'm electrifyin'
+To be specific, what I specifically specifyin'
+See that's progression and I'm especially rectifyin'
+Any confessions, I don't expect to be testifyin'
+
+[Verse 2: Cappadonna]
+So pure now, killa, ain't nothin' gon' move
+Meth Lab's back (We're back!), pardon the goons
+Back in the kitchen with it smellin' of fumes (Smell it!)
+Charged water, hard crack wit' a spoon
+Staten Island, straight up, fuck the platoons (Fuck 'em!)
+Heard the meth heads callin' you
+Meanwhile it's mumble rappers soundin' kinda foreign (Soundin' foreign!)
+Find 'em pressed with Molly, tourin'
+The man deplorin', nah, we never go live
+We either gettin' live, edit that (Edit that!)
+Protectin' our guys, get it?
+Y'all talk about it while we live it
+Y'all live stream and think you litted
+Ain't seen a face to face in a minute (Nope)
+Call 'em exquisite, come and crumble your waves
+I got that lithium for days
+Homie, sharpenin' blades, yuh
+It's Mr. Parker, he get sharper wit' age
+Be at your door with the beard, I ain't talkin' no raids, fuckers
+Black mufflers got the cowards afraid
+We make the situation grave
+We'll better dismantle your trades, nigga
+
+[Verse 3: Masta Killa]
+This is no glove hittin' the bar, bill open hand, callous slap
+Rough, ashy knuckles spark, split your face rap
+The quick loose your tooth jab, the fifty two clap
+A hunnid rounds backin' 'em down, the house trapped (Uh)
+We still keep a bat in the back, the the bone crack (Uh)
+Still spittin' actual facts for bank stacks
+Cue ball in the sock from the pool rack, snap his neck back
+Every time I think I'm out, I get pulled back
+It's like I relapse and catch a flashback
+I took the contract to kill an emcee (Uh) so masterfully
+So who better than me since '93
+Get you tied to a tree as a target if you wanna be
+
+[Verse 4: Hanz On]
+Yo, I'm a old young nigga (Uh huh), I do it for sure (What?)
+White Filas, white fitted cherry velour (Uh)
+I keep hunnies on my side like Al B. Sure (Come on)
+I throw my chain in the crowd when you see me on tour (Yeah)
+I'm at The Meth Lab re'in-up, I'm ready to score (Get it)
+Hanz On, Methical, Cappadonna, it's hardcore (Huh)
+This ain't a gang sign, naw, homie, it's war (Yeah)
+Fatigue Timberlands on, camouflage door
+Sniper team on deck, enemies abort (B-r-r-r-ap)
+Staten Island, New York
+Homicide Hillary (Uh huh)
+The Black X six, heavy artillery (Soo)
+I'm laughin' at y'all, you rappers is killin' me
+Pop your wardrobe (Uh), yeah, I do it for love
+In my block, homie, yeah (What?), they do it for slugs
+Smacks hands with the homeboy, show that thug (Come on)
+And never pop nothin' if you can't look 'em in the mug (Homicide)
+**************************************************
+Who Ya Rollin Wit[Intro: Method Man]
+Uh... what's really good?
+Yo, yo, yo..
+
+[Method Man]
+It's the unstoppable, over come 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 shit 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 shit 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?
+Come on, each one, teach one, hear no evil, and I don't speak none
+Everything cool until that heat come
+Just call my name, and I'll be there
+Ya'll kids is slum, like the jewelry in Albi Square
+
+[Hook: Streetlife (Shawnna)]
+We drinkin' Henny til we flip, poppin' bottles til we sick
+All ya'll haters eat a dick (yeah, uh)
+Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my niggas 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
+Niggas 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
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Hook 2X w/o "fire" the second time]
+
+[Interlude: Method Man]
+Yeah, ya'll niggas 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 drugs 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, obeyin' rules
+Play with my food, what makes you think I'm playin' with you?
+This is it, ya'll better come on in, the water's fine
+Jump on in, let's do it to 'em one more 'gain
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Hook 2X]
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+Yeah, Ladies Love Big John Studd
+No doubt, dick up in your mouth
+We do this shit everyday, I'm in the cut
+With my main shit stain, Ray-Ray Gutter Butt
+And we holdin' it down for the whole Staten Island, man
+Nothin' else but Staten Island, man
+Ya'll stand up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill
+Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah... Peace!
+**************************************************
+Soundcheck(Intro - Hanz On)
+One more time, not again
+Do it again. Hanz On music. check check code red
+
+(Verse 1 - Method Man)
+Mr. Meth check check
+House gang check check
+Players get ejected out, the game that’s a tec tec
+Mayweather fight night homie, I’m still you best bet
+I’m like the homie 2 chains on’me
+Protect your neck, neck
+Opposites attract, I got you standing opposite, the mack
+Cops pursuing, now I am swallowing the crack
+This ain’t your role model on the track, simple fact
+This is call of duty, watch my gun nozzle through the map map
+It’s all about survival where we at
+That’s the reason why my father kept the rifle plus a bible on his lap
+Hallelujah, I am playing my position, karma sutra
+And anybody play me out position ima shoot ya
+
+(Chorus - Hanz On)
+Yo it’s mic check, check
+Get the Henny bottles check check
+Lock load, bout to body niggas holla check check
+Hanz On, is he up & ready, holla check check
+Big fisk trigger finger steady, holla check check
+Streetlife, is he bout that feddy holla check check
+Meth man, is he rollin heavy holla check check
+Hanz On music, i you with us, holla check check
+Hanz up, if you bout that dollar, holla check check
+
+(Verse 2 - Carlton Fisk)
+Take it back to Gucci mocks, polo rugby Glocks
+With 21 shots, I am very dirty money
+Carlo consigliere, an I’ma cross the Verazzano
+Where they made a lucky man out of Charlie Luciano
+I cut from a different material
+I scratch off the serial numbers, for its time to get rid of you
+Revenge of Big Den, cocksucker, check check
+Aim for the face, but his neck next
+Promises promises, well baby boy, this is not a death threat
+Organized crime is back with black suits on
+You know that its on, when i hashtag Hannibal voice (get your boots on)
+
+(Chorus - Hanz On)
+Yo it’s mic check, check
+Get the Henny bottles check check
+Lock load, bout to body niggas holla check check
+Hanz On, is he up & ready, holla check check
+Big fisk trigger finger steady, holla check check
+Streetlife, is he bout that feddy holla check check
+Meth man, is he rollin heavy holla check check
+Hanz On music, i you with us, holla check check
+Hanz up, if you bout that dollar, holla check check
+**************************************************
+So Staten(Verse 1 - Method Man)
+Yo, I’ve been Staten Island since ’85
+My thing was rapping, ain’t get a package ’til ’89
+That trick jacket, that bomber cracking that baby 9
+That drug traffic, sell to your mama and maybe mine
+I’m so Staten, no need to smack em, no need to shine
+You and them divas is margaritas
+You need the lime
+Follow the leaders, Optimus Prime, follow the heater
+This just in, I’m a little twisted, you non-believers
+Richmond county, we get it lit
+The tooly just a part of the movie, you get a clip
+It ain’t all Gucci, Louis Vuitton, I’m Louis the fifth
+That’s a V, if this was Sesame street, V is for Vic
+I mean victim, stick him, ha ha ha stick him
+Resisting, I’ll get ya the 16 I’m spittin’
+My borough different cause we thorough, efficient
+Donald Sterling on clipping, I’ll rock your world in addition
+
+(Chorus – Hue Hef)
+I’m so Staten Island
+You already know how we bang
+I’m so Staten Island
+Niggas don’t wanna fuck with my gang
+Cause my niggas riding and your niggas hiding
+Everybody talking, I’m stepping with the iron
+That nigga faded, when I start firing
+Everybody running, welcome to the island
+I’m from SI
+
+(Verse 2 - Hanz On)
+Walk light dead wrong when you cross that bridge
+I got the park hill shooters, barracudas, you dig?
+Bout 100 on ya fitted, Staten Island, we back
+I said we back for this music and the mission is rap
+Coalitions, yo they technicians, hammers is locked
+Yo they loaded when they fire, you can hear it for blocks
+Hands on nothing pretty, yo my city be New Yiddy
+We are from crack sales, dumb travel with them semi’s
+Got the coke cooking stashes in the ceiling
+In fact, see if it’s wires on em so that all these killers relax
+Don’t move, hypothetically you better not blink
+Meth Lab, Staten Island, fuck with all of y’all day
+
+(Chorus – Hue Hef)
+I’m so Staten Island
+You already know how we bang
+I’m so Staten Island
+Niggas don’t wanna fuck with my gang
+Cause my niggas riding and your niggas hiding
+Everybody talking, I’m stepping with the iron
+That nigga faded, when I start firing
+Everybody running, welcome to the island
+I’m from SI
+
+(Verse 3 - Hue Hef)
+I wish you niggas tried to play the god
+You gon’ fuck around and be my latest charge
+Roll up and I smoke you just like an entourage
+And you already know how I do it, I’m going twice as hard
+I’m cooking up in that meth lab
+Ready for distribution, it’s in the bag
+My niggas different, we got hella swag
+Trend setters made vendettas, ya hatin’ ass
+I’m feeling like Meth in nine 2
+His single bout to drop and I’m the livest in the crew
+Hollywood from that 1-6-Ooh
+And I’m going to the top with my dudes
+Give a fuck if them niggas hatin', i’ll handle that situation
+I’ll pick it up on my waist and i’ll blam at them niggas faces
+Feeling like Tigger, end your career in that basement
+Niggas moving fouler than a flagrant
+
+(Chorus – Hue Hef)
+I’m so Staten Island
+You already know how we bang
+I’m so Staten Island
+Niggas don’t wanna fuck with my gang
+Cause my niggas riding and your niggas hiding
+Everybody talking, I’m stepping with the iron
+That nigga faded, when I start firing
+Everybody running, welcome to the island
+I’m from SI
+**************************************************
+Intro (Tical 0)[RZA]
+Tical: The Prequel
+What up, yo, this is the RZA
+AKA Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah
+I wanna welcome ya'll to the Tical: The Prequel
+Starring Wu-Tang Brother #1, the M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+AKA Johnny Blaze, AKA Hot Nix, the Iron Lung
+Big John Studd, Johnny Storm, check it out, yo
+My brother Meth bout to take ya'll on some new
+And unexplored chambers of the Wu-Tang universe
+So I want all my nizzes, and all my wizzes
+To get a big bag of rizzes and greeneries and blizzes
+And sit back and Johnny Blaze take you on a ride to the other side
+Peace to the Wu-Tang family, ten years strong
+Forty million albums sold, platinum and gold
+And the sage continues...
+Yo, pass that blunt homey, let's fuck these niggas up real quick
+
+[Method Man]
+Aight... let's do it...
+**************************************************
+Lithium[Intro: Sheek Louch]
+Yeah, I'ma sit back and smoke this mother fuckin’ bush
+You thought it was over?
+It's your boy Sheek Louch
+It's the Lithium, mother fucker
+Meth Lab 2
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Look who comin’ back up from the slums
+Took a scene from Whiplash, hit you actors with the drum
+Ain't no actin' where I'm from, nah
+I'm in Staten, get it done
+I used to be a student, wasn't really into schoolin', I was truant from the jump
+Kept it movin' with the Knicks, Patrick Ewing with the dunk
+Beat bump, soundin’ like a body movin’ in the trunk
+Pump shotty, got everybody movin' when it dump
+Side note, if you a boss, then you movin’ where you want
+I got high hopes, if you ever saw when I was broke
+In the game since a kid, they never saw me as a G.O.A.T
+Yet, I'm scorin' and feelin' like I’m Jordan in the post
+Doctor J cool but now I like the coroner the most
+Hanz and Sheek Louch, damn, they bar'ing the flow
+Who am I to knock they hustle like a warrant at the door?
+Life funny, I'm feelin' like I'm Martin off the show
+I'm just tryna get this money, buy the Foreign off the show
+
+[Verse 2: Hanz On]
+It go to puma layin' hammers, cabinets finish the job
+Big Barker, he involved, Doctor paint a collage
+Still a student tryna shoot for the stars
+Still improvin', tryna rape all the odds
+Rap architecure, nice with the bars
+Meth Lab 2, call it the deuce
+And when you talk about it later, better call it the truth
+The analytics, paramedics, pullin' up at the booth
+I heard them engineers, pioneers, put series on loop
+I guess them niggas didn't get it 'til proof
+How them killas'll move
+That's how them gangstas get they money, recoup
+The psychedelic relics dyin' to shoot
+And, yo, I'm built for the Borough
+It doesn't matter who came wit'chu at all
+And, yo, them corny niggas destined to fall
+Hey, yo, they down to dilute
+I'm from the Staten, Hanzarelli the Brute
+And, yo, the boogie barker, same wave just a different saga
+It's lookin' easy 'cause these cats is trakka
+And, yo, when is all these rappers gon' learn hard work, far as music concerned, trumps talent
+Yo, a point of return
+Yo, bet your money, yo, I double the bank
+And, yo, whoever lose could pay for the stank
+Mother fucka!
+
+[Break: Sheek Louch]
+D-Block!
+Hey yo, Meth, what up?
+Meth Lab 2, huh?
+It's ya boy Sheek Louch
+Hey, yo, I got 'em
+Hey, yo, yo
+
+[Verse 3 : Sheek Louch]
+We used to shop our demo so you could listen to our story
+Now I'm gettin' millions, I'm another category
+Hard nigga, bitch, I'm like Denzel in Glory
+Young, Red Navigator, bumpin' that nigga N.O.R.E
+Had that Clan shit on
+Hopin' you left space on the track "Protect Ya Neck" so LOX could spit on
+Meth Lab and too high so I'm Uber, cabbin'
+I don't Dougie, I don't Kwon, I ain't fuckin' Dabbin'
+Big weapons, dashiki, I'm Arabin'
+The drama I bring
+Little shooters under my wing
+I started young, I was a mixtape king
+Now my legacy is Ronald Reagan, Aston Martin
+Gun on my hip, the passenger bitch kinda resemble Megan (Which one?)
+Megan Good, Megan Fox
+Any state, any jail, or group home mother fuckers gon' rep The Lox
+Extended clip, don't get put in that box
+Bitch
+
+[Outro: Sheek Louch]
+2, 2, 2
+You see-you see-you see why this forever will be locked up in the end
+**************************************************
+Boom “PLL Anthem”[Intro]
+
+[Verse]
+Boy, ain't no steppin' on my feet
+When I'm shootin' for my goal, ain't no steppin' in the crease
+I'm guessin' nobody told you I'm a legend in these streets
+Won't stand for no disrespectin', body check 'em when we meet
+My [?] take their face off, my city never sleeps
+Cross sticks on my uni, lookin' pretty with my cleats
+Clash of the titans, y'all just fightin' to compete
+With the hand that rocks the cradle like Paul Rabil the beast
+I'm a gladiator, no denyin' I'm elite
+Don't mean to step on your toes, but I ain't tryin' to see defeat
+If this a cold world I'ma keep applyin' the heat
+With the testicular fortitude fortifyin' my fleet
+I carry a big stick, I'm pickin' my shot
+You think I'm tacky, I'm thinkin' "should I stick 'em or not?"
+Call a tech, the ref trippin', it's fittin' to be hot
+I'm a menace, too many minutes in the penalty box
+
+[Hook]
+We hit the bills like (Boom)
+All day like (Boom)
+All night like (Boom)
+Every fight like (Boom)
+Offense like (Boom)
+Defense like (Boom)
+All squad like (Boom)
+We hittin' yard like (Boom)
+What it sound like? (Boom)
+What it sound like? (Boom)
+What it sound like? (Boom)
+What it sound like? (Boom)
+What it sound like? (Boom)
+What it sound like? (Boom)
+What it sound like? (Boom)
+(Boom, boom, boom)
+**************************************************
+What You Getting Into(Chorus – Method Man & Donny Cacsh)
+What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
+Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
+What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
+About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something
+What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
+Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
+What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
+About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something
+This is what I’m into
+
+(Verse 1 – Streetlife)
+Strollin to the building, collect the money, than tell shorty get the rental
+We going cross the bridge, we heading up town
+Cop a couple hundred grams, bring it back make it triple
+Stop at the smoke shop, cop them double zero bags
+Yeah we got big rocks, those up the block, niggas mad, call up bullet man
+I need some more shells, I heard you got the ap9, out the box for sale
+
+(Chorus – Method Man & Donny Cacsh)
+What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
+Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
+What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
+About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something
+What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
+Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
+What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
+About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something
+This is what I’m into
+
+(Verse 2 - Donny Cacsh)
+I wake and I’m high, I be sleeping on the clouds, like I wake up in the sky
+I roll up another one and then I’m getting fly
+Then I load up a couple guns, because it’s time to ride
+See the money’s what I’m into, ima keep it simple
+It I ain't getting guap, that shit is poppin like a pimple
+Holy as a temple, hair pin trigger so gentle, can't print you
+Only way to ID you is through your dental
+
+
+(Chorus – Method Man & Donny Cacsh)
+What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
+Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
+What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
+About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something
+What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
+Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
+What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
+About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something
+This is what I’m into
+
+(Verse 3 - Method Man)
+I’m all about this caper, in the group with 9 members
+I ain’t trying to split this paper, but that’s another issue
+I ain’t rappin with you haters, send you back to meet your maker
+And I bet nobody missed you
+The island be official, without the striped jersey and the whistle
+Put the pistol to you dog, Michael Vick you
+Method I’m the Shih Tzu, It only take a word for me to sic you
+I mean get you and them goons are going with you
+
+(Chorus – Method Man & Donny Cacsh)
+What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
+Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
+What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
+About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something
+What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
+Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin
+What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing
+About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something
+This is what I’m into
+**************************************************
+Off The Wu-Headbanger[Intro: Method Man]
+I would kill some fucking body
+The mad stola, the mad stola
+(Who? Russel who?)
+Ha ha, nah let me stop
+Word up this is a Def Jam production (Sandman)
+Featuring, Johnny Blaze word up
+Another Sandman joint, dirtman on the track
+Flip the script, script the flip
+Check the steez (believe that)
+Check it out now, check it check it out
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+I get drunk off of cheap wine and hold frontline
+Niggas wanna front, fine, fuck with me and mine
+Rain on your sunshine
+Swine niggas come as hard as a pork rind
+Can you dig it, only five percent live it
+While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it
+Peep the Stallion, half of y'all need to quit it
+Frontin' hard and be soft as a cotton knitted
+No balls at all, if you do son then get with it
+Razor sharp in my jaw bone I might spit
+I'm dealin with it on a everyday basis
+Roam where it get cold at and stack glaciers
+In the zone it's Tical once again stoned
+Throw your hands in the air and puff a Meth bone
+Did you ever get the feeling for that phat shit?
+Something different from that R&B and rap shit?
+Well here it come, from the gums of the one, I amaze 'em
+Fire in the sky, peep me now, Johnny Blaze 'em, check it
+My mind's on the rhyme, ain't a damn thing funny
+Gettin' money, Blaze represent, kills the fraudulent
+Fucker giving me the grill
+Nowadays everybody trying to keep it real
+4th Disciple, hit me with that 30/30 rifle
+Beats from the streets mega-trifle
+Rap gymnastics, flipping from the cradle to the casket
+Take another pull, fantastic
+It's the Method not the Plastic, Man
+Coming down like hourglass sand, check the tactic
+Flow P.L.O., P.L.O. now you know
+The ultimate and rhyme legitting
+Peep the counterfeitten or get snake bitten
+Filled up with deadly venom, Johnny Blaze get up in 'em
+Play 'em out like Lee denim, can you dig it
+Can a brother eat, can I live it
+Gets no deeper, whoever slipping get the sleeper
+Hold, faces of death, bodies cold
+On some Evil Dead part 2, swallow your soul
+Yeah, and it don't stop
+The body body body body rock, yeah
+Hip hop, we sat out in the dark (in the dark)
+We used to do it out in the park (Where that?)
+Hill Avenue, ain't a damn thing new
+Stay true to my Clan, I'm a family man
+Loyalty brought me royalties
+To the Gods I give my heart and soul totally
+It's a bond can't be broken, that's my life
+I'mma die if I think twice, I'm not jokin
+To the essence if I'm half stepping
+Politician use the system, as lethal weapons
+When we slip up, lethal injection
+Hah, everyday life's a lesson
+I take my spot in the lower class section
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+Johnny Blaze, 9-5 to the 9-6
+Word up, keep it moving
+**************************************************
+Big Sky[Hook: Hanz On] * 2
+Ayo I'm done committing crimes homey (I'm a star)
+All I wanna do is shine homey (from afar)
+Get this money till we tired homey (picture that)
+I'll retire when we tired homey (bring it back)
+
+[Verse: Method Man]
+Uh
+What I write, fatality type
+I keep it real but ya'll still reality bites
+Go ahead and call it what ya'll like
+Just get my salary right
+I could tell em their paper thin but that would be lie
+Tell a Judas to never cross me coz that would be Christ
+We bout gettin millions with ice, yep that would be nice
+I ain't picturing peas with rice, what you see is the price
+Word to S.P. with rights and a gangsta's lean
+That's promethazine and Sprite
+Go and live a day in the life
+Lose your life for you ends
+You could spend a day if you like
+That's a privilege, you see it like everyday if you white
+Smoke trees like all I need is mary j. in a life
+Boy please, pardon me it's like a fart in the breeze
+That's a benchmark, some players will never start in the league
+Look at me, real MC gotta start and appease
+Plus my maroon fives make it harder to breathe
+Big Sky
+
+[Hook: Hanz On] * 2
+Ayo I'm done committing crimes homey (I'm a star)
+All I wanna do is shine homey (from afar)
+Get this money till we tired homey (picture that)
+I'll retire when we tired homey (bring it back)
+**************************************************
+Another Winter(Intro)
+Quick to pop off let a couple shots off
+Leave ‘em bleeding out with his shoes & his socks off
+
+(Verse 1 – Streetlife)
+War dancing. I ain’t trying to make it rain though
+You slow gassing. I’ll leave you brain on your Durango
+First classmen, old school with the Kangol
+Thug passion, that pussy juice like a mango
+Hulk smashing, make it jump like everlasting
+God body Ramadan, 30 day fasting
+Six two brown skin fellow with the Caesar fade
+360 waves, side burns with a little graze
+I remain relevant; I’m a raw element
+High street intelligent. Product of my tenement
+Son of Anarchy, smoking that Bob Marley
+La la la be killing these niggas slowly
+Wake up, smell the coffee, sleep on the street is costly
+Pay attention to the warning signs, don’t cross me
+Give ‘em hypertention. That niggas is getting salty
+I’m quick to pop off back the fuck up off me
+
+(Chorus - Carlton Fisk)
+Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla
+Mr. Streetlife show you what that heat like
+
+(Chorus - Hanz On)
+Hanz on yo we handle them Berettas PLO
+Yo its forever, bout to show em what it be’s like
+
+(Chorus - Method Man)
+Method man, turn a dollar to a million
+Killa bees we in the building
+Making sure the children eat right eat right
+In the building make sure the babies eat right
+
+(Chorus - Hanz On)
+In the building make sure the babies eat right
+
+(Verse 2 - Carlton Fisk)
+Black scenery white chalk yellow tape
+Carlo got a bullet proof wallet, bitch in every state
+Light that smoke that animals ferocious
+Dealing with the boss mentality really focus
+Tailor made linen & loafers, louie emblems
+Problems on the street my lieutenant quickly attending them
+Carlito ways, brown bag money
+In the book of life you can’t get stuck to one page
+All in together now, chinchilla bullet proof
+Hoodies for any sign of winter war weather
+And daddy gonna get that cash so clever
+And Meth push the button my hands all on the trigger
+And they thought I rot in jail, like go figure
+If I laid down dead in the street you going too nigga
+And this is raw kicking out your door start to scream out loud
+Carlton Fisk back for more
+
+(Chorus - Carlton Fisk)
+Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla
+Mr. Streetlife show you what that heat like
+
+(Chorus - Hanz On)
+Hanz on yo we handle them Berettas PLO
+Yo its forever, bout to show em what it be’s like
+
+(Chorus - Method Man)
+Method man, turn a dollar to a million
+Killa bees we in the building
+Making sure the children eat right eat right
+
+(Chorus - Hanz On)
+In the building make sure the babies eat right
+
+(Verse 3 - Method Man)
+Now whoever read me wrong, can start by reading my palm
+Make me catch a flashback of my father beating my mom
+Kiss the ring, (hashtag) ain’t easy being a don
+So I gotta carry the heat, ain't easy being LeBron
+This is past rap, but I ain’t pass the baton
+Tell them rappers bypass it or get to passing it on
+I won’t take it passed that, even if I pass it I’m gone
+Better yet, scratch that, ya’ll don’t get a pass then it’s on
+We Hanz On, everybody watchin the Don
+Got their eyes on the kid when they should be watchin their own
+Telling lies on the kid, they said he’s not in a zone
+Said he never reach the top, but that ain’t stop him from going
+They already on, so hungry his ribs are showin
+The money is getting low, the bum niggas is on
+55 Bowen
+These hungry adolescents is grown
+When they get the Smith & Wesson they adolescence is gone
+
+(Chorus - Carlton Fisk)
+Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla
+Mr. Streetlife show you what that heat like
+
+(Chorus - Hanz On)
+Hanz on yo we handle them Berettas PLO
+Yo its forever, bout to show em what it be’s like
+
+(Chorus - Method Man)
+Method man, turn a dollar to a million
+Killa bees we in the building
+Making sure the children eat right eat right
+In the building make sure the babies eat right
+
+(Chorus - Hanz On)
+In the building make sure the babies eat right
+**************************************************
+Blackout![Redman]
+Yo yo yo yo.. it's Funk Doc, where the weed at, bitch?
+I speed backwards down a one-way from cops - see that shit?
+Believe that shit - slaughter, straight to camcorder
+I'm "Too Hot for TV," rap draw water
+My windpipe's attached to project ballers
+You yell: "Turn the heat down!"
+My voice, DVD 'round sound, so I'm heard round town
+And chances of y'all leavin? 'round now!
+Wait later, will make front page paper
+Date raper; with juvenile eighth graders
+Hit the high school and 187 Caesar
+When I bust y'all need to back fo' acres
+Doc y'all, and that's my man Jabberjaw
+The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off?
+I'm from the underground, my sound lift
+Platform shoes to bitches, fo'-hundred pounds!
+
+Chorus: Method Man + Redman
+GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH UP
+JUMP UP, ACT UP - TO MAKE Y'ALL FEEL IT!
+Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM
+Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM
+Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT, MOVE OUT
+EVEN KNOCK YOUR TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE Y'ALL FEEL IT!
+Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM
+Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM
+
+[Method Man]
+And I'm the street-talkin.. dog-walkin..
+Approach me with extreme caution -- oh now you forcin
+My +Hand+ to +Rock Yo' Cradle+ often, I'm hot-scorchin
+But 'Stone Cold' like Steve Austin
+If you smell what Tical cookin
+Ain't tryin to see central bookin
+So tell ya goon stop lookin
+"Know What You Did Last Summer," so I started hookin
+You past shooken off an open can of ass-whoopin
+Ain't no tomorrow's in the Method's "Little Shop of Horrors"
+Go ask your father who the father from the hill to harbor
+You know tha saga, marijuana blunts and Goldschlager
+With deadly medley, y'all ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie
+Don't even bother, the radio for back-up - alright then
+Your man got slapped up, extorted for his ice an'
+Street life is triflin "Body over here!!"
+Don't make me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga ear
+Precise an', slicin jugulars, the cut-throat
+Ruggeder, predator, Viking, et cetera
+People's Champ, niggas be takin on competitors
+Reachin for the microphone, relax and light a bone
+Straight from the catacomb, the +Children of the Corn+
+That don't got a +CLUE+.. prepare for "Desert Storm"
+
+Chorus: Method Man + Redman
+GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH UP
+JUMP UP, ACT UP - TO MAKE Y'ALL FEEL IT!
+Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM
+Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM
+Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT, MOVE OUT
+EVEN KNOCK YOUR TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE Y'ALL FEEL IT!
+Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM
+Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM
+
+[Redman]
+I scored 1.1 on my SAT
+And still push a whip with a right and left AC
+Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get called
+I'm behind the brick wall with arsenic jaws
+Spit poison, got a gun permit draw
+Gun down at sundown - you keep score!
+This trainin course and y'all ain't fit
+On my crew tombstone put, "We all ain't shit!"
+
+[Method Man]
+Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, when will you learn?
+Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait your turn
+I spit a .41 revolver on New Year's Eve
+With the mic in my hand I mutilate MC's
+The most slept on since Rip Van Wink'
+My shit stink with every element from A to Z, so what you think?
+I'ma blackout on just one drink? You must be crazy!
+A little off the wall maybe - go get a shrink!
+
+Chorus: Method Man + Redman
+GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH UP
+JUMP UP, ACT UP - TO MAKE Y'ALL FEEL IT!
+Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM
+Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM
+Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT, MOVE OUT
+EVEN KNOCK YOUR TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE Y'ALL FEEL IT!
+Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM
+Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM
+**************************************************
+Party & Bullshit(Funky! Stand off..)
+
+[Method Man]
+Oh shit, 3-2-1, blown to bits
+Step inside the nightclub like I own the bitch
+Southpaw two left feet set to trip
+On that bullshit, back it up with extra clip
+Man listen, pissin in the same pot I'm pissin
+You're goin down, get in that plane crash position
+Turbulence ahead, boy you must be sick in the head
+Go get Excederin, or get intelligent
+Recognize a veteran, player stay wetter than
+The thug type, up mo' late nights than Letterman
+Ask Teddy, Wreckx-n-Effect I'm ready
+The same way I was in that bar scene in "Belly"
+(Say what?) I freak the flow that let you know I'm a flower
+Yo' ass is grass and I'm a lawn mower
+So uhh, go ahead pass the doja
+It's the return of Tical, party over
+
+[Hook: Meth & T.R.]
+Y'all niggas wanna get down? (fuck with me)
+Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me)
+Y'all really want the street now? (fuck with me)
+Y'all niggas gon' see now (party and bullshit)
+Y'all niggas wanna get down? (fuck with me)
+Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me)
+Y'all really want the streets now? (fuck with me)
+Y'all niggas gon' see now (fuck with..)
+
+[T.R.]
+You chicks, bounce to the music
+Shake that ass like you bout to use it
+Wanna fuck with a baller? You choose
+Wanna fuck with a scrub? You lose
+Fuck that, let's keep it movin
+Talk about how this beat got you groovin
+Nod your head, make you shake your dreads
+Bass travel down the spine, get stuck in your legs
+Dance 'til you rip the soles off your Timbs
+Shit - knock the chrome straight off your rims
+Hit - after hit, well get who you wanna get
+Ain't nobody really fuckin with us
+Haters try to tell me I'mma suffer for this
+Hatin on me cause I mastered this
+You asked for this, come here and get a glass of this
+.. party and bullshit
+
+[Hook: T.R.]
+Y'all niggas wanna get down? (fuck with me)
+Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me)
+Y'all really want the street now? (fuck with me)
+Y'all niggas gon' see now (party and bullshit)
+Y'all niggas wanna get down? (fuck with me)
+Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me)
+You really want the street now? (fuck with me)
+Y'all niggas gonna see now (party and bullshit)
+
+[Method Man]
+Yo, the whole base of this is party and bullshit
+Y'all lil' cats, we ain't on no cool shit
+Y'all lil' dogs better learn some new tricks
+And you video directors better find some new chicks
+Watch this, man I got this, Hot Nikks
+Mean gob spit when I talk wear galoshes
+Wu-Tang Clan in the house and ain't leavin
+How my Killer Bee clique feel this evening?
+Meth; guerilla serial killer for scrilla
+See the God run through your block like Godzilla
+Menage-a-tois for these french vanillas, I'm iller
+Hard as armadillo and coat made of chinchilla
+New stuff, bang this, bust this, bruise this
+And ballers ain't fuckin with Staten Isle, New York
+What? Still in the game, platinum plus
+Y'all might fuck with them, but y'all can't fuck with us
+
+[Hook: Meth & T.R.]
+Y'all niggas wanna get down? (fuck with me)
+Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me)
+Y'all really want the street now? (fuck with me)
+Y'all niggas gon' see now (party and bullshit)
+Y'all niggas wanna get down? (fuck with me)
+Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me)
+Y'all really want the streets now? (fuck with me)
+Y'all niggas gon' see now..
+
+[Meth] Yo T.R., what's that shit you on?
+(party and bullshit)
+[T.R.] I'm not even serious, I'm doin this for fun, cause I
+(party and bullshit)
+[Meth] Yo T.R., what's that shit you on?
+(party and bullshit)
+[T.R.] I'm not even serious, I'm doin this for fun, cause I
+(party and bullshit)
+[Meth] Yo T.R., what's that shit you on?
+(party and bullshit)
+[T.R.] I'm not even serious, I'm doin this for fun, cause I
+(party and bullshit)
+[Meth] Yo T.R., what's that shit you on?
+(party and bullshit)
+[T.R.] I'm not even serious, I'm doin this for fun, cause I
+(party and bullshit) - what?
+**************************************************
+O.D.[Intro: Kwamé]
+Mayday, mayday, I need you to turn this thing up
+Turn-turn-turn this thing up, and make noise
+Mr. Mef, Mr. Mef, Kwamé, Kwamé
+Let's go, let's go
+What we about to do right now is
+
+[Chorus: Kwamé & Method Man]
+OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em
+Time to lose it, y'all, and do it to the music, just
+OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em
+Ain't nothin' to it if you put your back into it and
+OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em
+I'll walk you through it, let you know just how to do it
+The M-E-T-H, yes, I OD it
+Get you high like I'm light to the day, I OD
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Okay, let's get it on (Who wanna get it on?)
+Let it pop like Perignon (Who wanna get it on?)
+Hit right, don't get wrong, got it, now get gone
+Any dog tryin' to shit on my lawn get shit upon
+Can you smell the herb smoke in my clothes?
+I'm a jerk and it shows
+Chicks be dancin' like they workin' the pole
+Back to Meth, man, I'm hurtin' 'em, though
+Fuck a knock, I burst in the door
+You want it? I'm the person to know
+Let muthafuckas take it personal
+'Cause half this industry suck dick or hope to be the first to blow
+Man, I'm witty, unpredictable - on any track I rule
+It don't take much for me to act a fool and just
+
+[Chorus: Kwamé & Method Man]
+OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em
+Time to lose it, y'all, and do it to the music, just
+OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em
+Ain't nothin' to it if you put your back into it and
+OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em
+I'll walk you through it, let you know just how to do it
+The M-E-T-H, yes, I OD it
+Get you high like I'm light to the day, I OD
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+My nigga, roll with it, flow with it, push the six-four with it
+Low-low kitted, wood finish, hood and it show
+Flow with it, blow with it, see that dough, go get it
+What I do with it, though, ain't none of your business
+Yo, spit when he talkin' in tongues?
+You'd be amazed how often it come
+That piff got me coughin' up lungs
+I'm tryin' to get bread (Y'all offerin' crumbs)
+Like y'all ain't tryin' to see Meth lickin' his thumb while he sortin' his ones, trick
+Flow 'bout as hot as the sun get, my blunt lit
+And I don't hit the track, I run shit (I'm slum, bitch)
+Fuck y'all, never did trust y'all, back to ready to bust off
+Kickin' that dust off, you know I just
+
+[Chorus: Kwamé & Method Man]
+OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em
+Time to lose it, y'all, and do it to the music, just
+OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em
+Ain't nothin' to it if you put your back into it and
+OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em
+I'll walk you through it, let you know just how to do it
+The M-E-T-H, yes, I OD it
+Get you high like I'm light to the day, I OD
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+I'm an equal opportunity ass-kicker
+These ass-lickin', brown-nosin' rappers is ass-kissers
+Who need they cash quicker than a sip in the glass slippers
+Then pass liquor 'til he pass out, I'm that nigga
+Mami got that hourglass figure who back bigger than crack
+Mr. Mef, ain't know I did it like that, did ya?
+If the track is iller, then the rap realer, Meth, the fact spiller
+Wu Killa Beez slash Gilla
+Now that we're up in it, I might just spit, I'm nice, they shit
+If death's a motherfucker, life's a bitch, ain't it?
+Young, Black, and dangerous, my gun double lead that spit bangers
+That leave you on the edge of your seat like cliffhangers, and I
+
+[Chorus: Kwamé & Method Man]
+OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em
+Time to lose it, y'all, and do it to the music, just
+OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em
+Ain't nothin' to it if you put your back into it and
+OD on 'em, OD on 'em, OD on 'em
+I'll walk you through it, let you know just how to do it
+The M-E-T-H, yes, I OD it
+Get you high like I'm light to the day, I OD
+**************************************************
+Commercial Break (Thotti Gotti)[News Report: Thotti Gotti]
+This is Thotti Gotti from Thotti Gotti News reporting to you live from the Meth Lab
+In breaking news: Donald Trump still ain't shit
+In local news: a New Brighton woman is still not putting any respect on her box
+Neighbors say she's been like this since she was a child
+In Economic news: Niggas is still fuckin' the game up with twenty five dollar eighths
+Sources say the weed's trash anyway
+In Music: People are still trying to pay for studio time with E-B-T
+They do not accept it, please don't even try
+In Sports: Marcus Browne has quote, "yet another knockout"
+For everyone who paid the hundred dollars for the fight, I hope you enjoyed the six seconds
+And now, back to our featured presentation
+**************************************************
+Commercial Break (Impractical Jokers Pranks)[Joe Gatto & Applebee's Hostess MIndy]
+Thank you for calling Applebee's on 50th, now featuring online ordering, this is Mindy, how many I help you?
+Um, hi, thi-this is Daniel
+I'm the personal assistant to Method Man
+Okay
+I'm wondering if it's possible to get a reservation
+He's going to be coming in with some friends later this evening
+About 6PM
+Is this the Killer Hill location?
+Unfortunately, we don't take reservations, we-
+He'll be coming with a Clan of friends, he'll need a big table
+There'll be affiliates there
+Okay, do not let U-God order drinks
+**************************************************
+The Pilot - Intro[News Report: Thotti Gotti]
+Last season on The Meth Lab, police raided Junkyard where rapper Method Man was supposed to be found
+
+[Interlude]
+"You got three seconds to come out with your hands up!"
+"This my own private domicile and I will not be harassed, mother fucker!"
+
+[News Report: Thotti Gotti]
+Today, NYPD detectives were dispatched to the P-L-O in Park Hill where rapper Method Man was allegedly sighted
+Co-defendants were questioned but to no avail
+No one's cooperating with authorities
+
+[Interlude]
+"Where is he?"
+"I don’t know"
+"Where is he?"
+"I don't fuckin' know"
+"Do you want to go to jail?"
+"Do you want to go to jail?"
+
+[News Report: Thotti Gotti]
+Wu-Tang support groups deny all accusations against rapper Method Man
+They state, "Wu-Tang is for the children"
+However, authorities say rapper, Method Man, still has a connection with the bag stamped ’bang zoom'
+Viral videos of Method Man and his Meth Lab associates have hit the web, they don't seem worked
+And now for our featured presentation
+**************************************************
+Yo[Intro: Hanz On]
+Yo
+Yo, yo
+Yo
+
+[Verse 1: Hanz On]
+Yo, it's gettin' hotter, Barker in the flesh
+Yo, he get malicious with it, more or less
+Yo, he get suspicious, man, y'all know the rest
+Yo, hearts absent in these rapper's chest
+Yes, he is resilient if you go reflect
+Blessed, them goons holdin' but they on they best
+Yo, so when you see 'em better show respect
+It's Hanzarelli, had them grizzlies come and get you pressed
+Yo, you mother fuckers, y'all ain't actin' right
+Y'all niggas spendin' all the paper, y'all ain't trappin' right
+Ain't no other way to say it, shit is black and white
+I have you on the train to Georgia like you're Gladys Knight
+Whoa, he the conductor, fuckers, pay the price
+He like a drunk trucker blowin' through the traffic lights
+Y'all like some blood suckas, busters in your blood type
+The shadow figure push the button, make y'all outta sight
+
+[Chorus]
+Yo, y'all know what type of time we on
+Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on
+Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on
+Yo, y'all know what type of time we on
+Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on
+Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Yo, respect the jook, y'all ready know
+Yo, I'm burnin' kush, keep that Reggie though
+Yo, I'm talkin' bush, y'all so petty though
+You in the town, you can get around, no merry-go
+Whoa, boy, I shred 'em up, confetti throw
+I'm runnin' circles around your circle, who said he owe?
+Staten, welcome to the island, we ready, yo
+We Getty, yo, and we part Italians, SpaghettiOs
+Yo, I'm 'bout my fetti, that heavy dough
+Just let me blow, every forecast is heavy snow
+Burr, if Method freezin', I bet he froze
+Burr, one with every season, I bet he cold
+Forty below let the forty blow
+When I'm stealin' forty belows after forty years old, yow
+Not Metta World, but meta-flow
+And these are tests, try and catch the metaphor
+
+[Chorus]
+Yo, y'all know what type of time we on
+Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on
+Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on
+Yo, y'all know what type of time we on
+Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on
+Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on
+
+[Verse 3: Apocalipps]
+Hey, yo, the street is the only life I know
+Yo, I get it poppin' everywhere I go
+Since I was an embryo, I been that nigga, yo
+Shoutout to Wu like the episode from the Martin show
+Yo, walk with a Staten strut, burn a dutch
+I'm first on the frontline to hit 'em up
+Mr. Clutch when it's crunch time, I got the touch
+And I don't need a pat on the back, but thank you much
+Student of my culture, gun in my holster
+Blow some coca, live it, la vida loca
+I'm a alpha dog, y'all niggas is analog
+We digital, it's impossible to beat the gods
+It's logical, why would you go against the odds?
+It's possible, you could die for that shit you blog
+Check my résumé, real nigga DNA
+Get it the ski-mask way 'til my dyin' day
+
+[Chorus]
+Yo, y'all know what type of time we on
+Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on
+Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on
+Yo, y'all know what type of time we on
+Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on
+Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the shits whenever drummers on
+**************************************************
+N.Y.C. Everything[RZA/Bobby Digital]
+Yo, yo, yo
+From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
+Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything
+Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats throw inside a bing
+Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting
+Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar
+My pinstripe comma deletes your power bar
+Dr. Octopus tentacles, same as different song
+Bob Digital instrumental, nothing's indentitcal
+You biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head or Ida
+Deep-fried crinkle cut, one nickel cup fucked your whole LP up
+You must be stupid you liar
+I'm the purifier, live wire, hip-hop reviver
+A suicide mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
+Perfect precision marksman, spit darts an, flip charts 'an
+Archery, shots aimed at your heart then
+Daffy Duckest will still +Bring Da Motherfuckin Ruckus+
+Project Killa Hill be the buckest
+Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Buzz Lightyear
+Wet from here to infinity for them white hair
+Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel
+Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is dispicable
+Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish
+Cherish every moment of his love before you perish
+Bitch, chicka chicka chich, watch me switch
+Lookin for a bird, I can hitch, into your atmosphere
+Take your pussy out like a pap smear
+Make you smile, at the same time crack a tear
+Smack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider
+Up inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit wider
+Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a ?prider?
+(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi)
+Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie
+Heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
+Now-Y-C/Now I see Everything
+Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing
+Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting
+From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Green
+Now-Y-C Everything, niggas who sling
+Shaolin cats is thrown inside the bing
+Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting
+[Method Man]
+Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again
+Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he shine again
+Most definate, let this be my last willing testament
+For the pesimist, exercise for the Exorcist
+Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be
+Perpetuous, desimate the poetry 'cause everything is close to me
+The lectorous, Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit Leviathon
+The Methodist, poly to your deficit, hit it up
+If I can't live it up somebody gotta give it up
+John J., blow em out the water adopt the Bombey
+Your bitch look like Stronjay, look at me the wrong way
+Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play
+They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover
+I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
+'cause I'm not an easy lover
+To the midnight, butt naked wit a knife
+Ask my alien likes, I've been crazy all my life
+Hardtime homicide, time flys, do or die
+Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the darkside
+Johnny 5, I reside, in the killa bee hive
+Only the strong gon' survive
+From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
+Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John
+Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
+Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
+From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
+Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John
+Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp
+Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
+**************************************************
+Pussy Pop[Method Man]
+It's the Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down
+[Xzibit]
+When it's all said in done, we gon' be on top
+Cause we don't stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot
+And clown; Niggas relyin on special effects
+While the khakis and chronic, got the bitches still breakin they neck
+Move the crowd without breakin a sweat
+Trend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck
+Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna move through the set
+Don't be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept
+At a night club, talkin bout you don't go out
+And you tryin to got to school and make a certain amount
+But the last part, I just couldn't figure it out
+I guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouth
+Lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain't ready
+To deal with the legendary
+Soopafly, emcee, and bullett logo
+Shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Round and round we go, it don't stop
+Till we all get dough, c'mon, make it hot
+Baby girl to the pussy pop, pussy pop
+Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop!
+Lookin good with your stink-ass
+Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast
+Make it hot, baby girl to pussy pop, pussy pop
+Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop!
+[Jayo Felony]
+Well, you gotta pop the pussy, get rid of the next with a name on your gums
+It's the ?Bidulo Gang? bitch, we both want some
+You got titties and ass
+But I got a dick and some cash
+You ain't talkin bout shit
+Then I'ma smash, bitch
+On three, on me, bitch, you my property
+Daddy Jayo Felony, ain't nobody stoppin me
+And I said daddy, bitch thats what you gon' call me
+I ain't no simp or a wimp
+I'ma motherfuckin pimp
+Tear spots in my hoes, make they high-heels fall off
+You got me ? the fuck-up, if you think I'm goin soft
+On ya; I'm hard on my hoes that's how it goes
+Bitch, get up off your toes, and get my six-four
+? My name, you bounced, so you might as well break bread
+And only Dulo niggas know, whats the head
+My name is Billy Loco and this is my opinion
+I'm coming from SD, and Dulo is my religion
+Be-b-b-b- atch!
+
+[Chorus]
+[Xzibit]
+I don't save or pray, or ? clothes
+All I really wanna do is win the game, fuck hoes!
+In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa, with a killa
+And a cocain dealer, layin low from the law
+See it all comes down to who's quick to draw first
+Pay attention, prevention, ridin off in a hearse
+Mister X to the you know me
+Thousand-dollar bitches wanna pop the pussy for free
+The disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree
+Frequently bang bitches, Wu-Tang, Killer Bee
+Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda
+At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna
+For the cheese, got you down on your hands and knees
+After that we kick back and burn up some trees
+Mad shout, cause Xzibit's not the type to be treatin
+I'm an Alkoholic and I'm late for my meeting
+(Come on, Like that!)
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+Judgement Day (Intro)[Clark Dick]
+Ladies and gentlemen, I am your host, Clark Dick
+We are live from Times Square in New York City
+And we are approaching the final seconds of 1999
+Ladies and gentlemen, the millennium is on its way
+
+[Method Man]
+10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...
+Happy new... *explosion*
+**************************************************
+’88 Coupes[Verse 1]
+Man, I don't know what they smokin'
+Our rappers must be on that Lindsay Lohan
+I think that snow bunny got 'em open
+Your 'erb smell funny and I funny like we jokin'
+Look, if it ain't about this money, don't approach 'em
+If you do try and play, I got a K that can coach 'em
+Pen game, poke 'em like an inmate enforcer
+I'm for that, it's nothin' like a doormat, you're welcome
+Huh, shout-out to Jadakiss and French
+I got two French vanillas French kissin', that's a pimp
+If my goon don't stretch 'em wit' the weapon, that's a ten
+Little meth in your possession, that's possession wit' intent, bruh
+It's a hard knock life, but we find a way
+And we still find the time to write a rhyme a day
+I'm tryin' to send my babies to college
+Why you rappers babysittin' your pockets?
+I want your life or your wallet
+Brr, that's the sound of the roscoe
+Mexicans is vatos, skinny jeans is flacko
+That means I'm tight wit' you, I'm ready to fight wit' you
+Please, and that don't mean I'm tryin' to be polite wit' you
+Nah, see, I ain't even try and griped wit' you
+So take your team if they ain't tryin' to lose they life wit' you
+Back down while I'm puttin' this MAC down
+But only for a limited time, homie, so act now
+Bruh, keep it a hundred and a Backwood
+Who else could think on an empty stomach? I'm that good
+Far from the slave ship, just far from basic
+Started from the basement, now we're y'all replacements
+Rap star Belly, magazine, who sixteen?
+Son, you all ready, headshot, all beggin'
+Man in the myth, take a stand, any stand on the Fifth
+I'm tryin' to hold it down, I hold the Clan
+Get a grip, Lord, from this jump I got my hand on the ripcord
+And I ain't tryin' to bite the hand off your bit Ford
+Now y'all done got the Method Man on some rich border
+I'm gettin' paid and I'm full
+Y'all sheep for the wolves, we gon' eat 'til we good
+Y'all don't speak when you should, ain't no peace in my hood
+**************************************************
+Se AcaboMethod Man
+Miscellaneous
+Se Acabo
+[Method Man]
+Beatnuts, Mista Mef, you know how we do
+"Se Acabó"
+[Ju Ju]
+Free drinks on the house, word
+Everybody drinkin tonight
+(WHAT DA DEALLY?)
+Por ahí viene el perro, por ahí viene
+Cae la gorda por...
+Yo check it out
+Swing a bat on you like the devil himself
+Put it on us, sickness or health
+Makin you could only breathe wit help
+I ain't playin, you don't wanna hear what you sayin yourself
+Hit the street wit incredible beats
+We reknowned for tearin it down
+Never have you heard a similar sound
+Like a drop off when shit pop off, feel a hot one
+Side scorching from a hot gun
+Niggas get lost in the buildings wit money and the children
+Not the type to talk too much and catch feelin
+Dominican flag over the bed on the ceiling
+Protect everything I rep, that's the first thing
+Many things follow, bullet stay hollow
+You actin like we don't chew, you can't swallow
+Niggas try to change my plans, I'ma beat you till I break my hands
+Ju the German every place I stand ("Se Acabó")
+[Method Man]
+All day everyday ("Se Acabó") mothafuckers!
+Step up front! What's goin on?
+[Psycho Les]
+Aiyyo it's Big Psych, baby you don't want no problems
+Suckers want war, then yo bomb em
+Bring the heat, squeeze the flame torch
+Then peel out in a convertible gray Porsche
+I'm three miles ahead of you, I took the plates off
+Just in case your snitch wanna get paid off
+Pull out the chainsaw, it's A Musical Massacre
+Cut the head off the driver and the passenger
+Sic my dogs after ya, have you climbin a tree
+Just another crime in the street
+Ain't nuttin better than findin a beat
+So if you find that and try to blow my spot up
+("You!") Get shot up "Se Acabó"
+Means "It's Over" bro, Method Man on the remix, it's over yo
+"Se Acabó" Beatnuts flip the beat, it's over yo
+"It's a Beatnuts thing, yo you know how that go" [O.C.]
+[Method Man]
+What kind of Beatnut am I? Spanish Fly, P-O-P-P-I
+(Who got the live special guest for the night?)
+Excuse me as I kiss the sky
+Yo one on one through the nasal
+To put food on the table, I Rush Associated Labels
+Huh, ready, willing and able to rock cradle
+And rock steady, when I get the drop I drop heavy
+Twist the metal, mask the machette
+The god don't want beef, he want veggie
+Plus signs over Deadly Medley
+Who got em gassed on his own Getty
+Battery back, he Eveready
+Now what's fuckin wit that ha?
+Not you, you chocha
+I fuck wit Beatnuts, Livin La Vida Loca!
+Callate la boca, see the Spanish Fly on the sofa
+One word, he slap you wit the toaster
+Keep it in the holster on safety
+Put yourself in timeout, playin wit this dough, let me find out
+You ain't hard to find though, barrel on your tonsils
+Sigan hablando y siga mamando
+"Se Acabó" "Se Acabó"
+All day everyday "Se Acabó" No doubt
+What the fuck's goin on? Worldwide!
+(Beatnuts)Write your own rhymes "Se Acabó"
+Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah "Se Acabó"
+All you punk niggas walk it off, "Se Acabó" wordup
+We ain't playin over here yamean "Se Acabó"
+**************************************************
+Mrs. InternationalYeah, nice
+Dedicated to all the beautiful people in the house
+You know who you are
+Yeah, Redman, Method Man, Blackout! 2
+Sexy...
+Hair and nails done up, girl, you got your act together
+You get the thumbs up, your raw footage is uncut
+Fronting like them goodies is untouched
+We both knew this money's is young bucks
+Ma, you ever take a trip to Shang-a-lot
+Too many hard shames, the hardest one is saying goodbye
+Look here, time is money, let me save you some time
+And in your spare time, fully understand I'm a rare find
+You know, so pick a day and pick a place and we there for sure
+Slow up the pace, this ain't no race, and there you go
+I'm dope money, girl, that mean I got cash to blow
+She love it though, she so international
+Not around the way, around the world
+And you be stunting when you around your girls
+But you classy, though, I'm feeling your vibe, you feeling the high
+The G4 is ready to fly, is you ready to ride?
+Let's go
+International (Now we can creep, we can lay on the beach, you know
+Then hit the sheets, I'll let you play with my feet, you know
+She keep it low, she so international)
+International {Hey, I like a girl that'll roll me a blunt, you know
+With pretty feet, cook me something to eat, you know
+You not a groupie, you're international}
+Hey, you know me, girl, who I be, girl
+The big whale that bailed outta SeaWorld
+What's your name, show me I.D., girl
+You look black and a little Chinese, girl
+Hey, wait a minute, where you going, shorty?
+Try to sneak past me like you ain't balling
+You look sweet like Tweet, baby, c-c-call me
+Matter of fact, wasn't you on Maury?
+I'm just playing, hey miss thang
+Hey, hey, miss thang, how you gon' miss me?
+I got tickets, let's roll to the Knicks game
+You Teena Marie, and baby, I'm Rick James
+Excuse me, where you going, mama?
+I wanna change, I voted for Obama
+Bring in the new, kick out the old timers
+Let's talk while we go and meet your mama
+International (Hey, I like a girl that's thick in the waist, you know
+The kind of girl, that'll finish your plate, you know
+You not greedy, you international)
+International {The type of chick I like'll wheelie your bike, you know
+Rock the mic, roll a Philly uptight, you know
+I like it though, she so international}
+Seems to me, me, you a queen to be
+You mean girl, but you don't mean to be
+Got your crown and your throne, little castle you can rest your dome
+And we can smoke a little greenery, you know?
+You getting that dough, let's get it and go on this cruise
+I'm taking it slow, you painting your toes, and it's cool
+F*ck with your dude, I'm f*cking with you
+Like an overnight celebrity, Miss Nothing to Lose
+Yo, hey, hey, miss lady, my boricua
+I heard your Applebum like Bonita
+Your accent telling me you from the eastside
+Take off your shoes, you bout five feet high
+I get high, what about you?
+A jungle brother, and baby I house you
+Your feet looking real good in them house shoes
+You're not a groupie, you international
+International...
+International...
+**************************************************
+It’s in the GameYou know I'm bout it bout it
+What?  Huh?
+You know
+Huh?
+It's like, you don't limit yourself to one thing
+Your mama
+Got to broaden your horizons
+Broaden your joints
+Keep your eyes on the prize
+The struggle goes on
+Eryday (ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
+Eryday
+And I'ma live it through my music
+(ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
+You know how we do
+Choose or lose from it
+
+Verse One: Method Man
+
+Pull your shoes up, don't get stuck
+Or get your frame struck, when my squad blitzin
+Hittin like Mack trucks, head splittin paper written
+In windy cities like Chicago, no bullshhhh
+You see me spittin at the kitten with the lost mitten
+As we engage in cold war gettin frostbitten
+Once again up in these stank drawers baby listen
+One mind and for one cause, heavy hittin
+The penalty illegal ruffnecks, we bring ruckus
+In pursuit of gold lines, can a n---a touch it
+If I can't see ya can't truss it
+A shady character like Buzz Buzzard
+Lay him out like a plush rug-ged
+*mimicking Brand Nubian* Now you can love it, or leave it alone
+We drink death and puff bone
+Draggin your body out the end zone
+And any way the wind blow that's where you flow
+That's why you be the first one caught, last to know
+Body layin out on the flo', substitute
+Heavy players from the run and shoot, we open do'
+Third and long, quarterback pack the cannon on
+I go deep he drop bombs, *whistle* that's when I touch-down
+Six points, what now?
+Once again who comin through in the clutch now, perfect strangerous
+Ever since I came with this, and wrecked a body
+You convinced like Lombardi, that Johnny Dangerous
+Offensive shotgun
+Calm in the pocket I got one, in the milli gun
+Deep threats to chose from, that's how it goes son
+You win some you lose some, it's in the game
+
+You win some you lose some (uhh!) that's how it goes son (yeah)
+You win some you lose some (uhh!) it's in the game ... (yeah)
+You win some you lose some, that's how it goes son
+You win some you lose some, it's in the game
+
+Verse Two: Ricky Watters
+
+From the football field
+(It's in the game
+You win some you lose some, it's in the game)
+To the mountain, yaknowhatI'msayin?
+(That's how it goes son, that's how it goes
+You win some you lose some, it's in the game)
+
+Freestylin, profilin, won't catch me smilin
+Straight from Fema Island, buckwhylin, I'm stylin
+A funky type of style with the lyrical incision
+S--t locked down, like my n----z out in prison
+Good riddance, keep it hidden, up in my knapsack
+Sippin cognac, while I vibe off this funky track
+Yo bring it back, or make it hit harder
+Infiltrate your mind like Nino at the Carter, but smarter
+So drop harder, if you wanna conjugate
+Verbs and nouns, make it profound as I pound
+In your earpiece I'm the beast
+To say the least, we must increase, the peace
+But keep it real, so I can feel, the skills
+Funky fresh rhymes I will build so I kill
+And thrill, lyrics spittin, through my lips
+Doin backflips, it's another hit
+Come take a sip, of the running Watters
+Lyrically I slaughter, mentally I author
+The rhymes that you feel to the map
+Crushin double barrels, sing em out like carols
+Who it be?  It be I, the n---a with the chinky eyes
+From NY, city we committee we gets busy
+With killa beez on the swarm
+Lyrically we storm, mentally a lord
+Verbally I bomb (boom!), guard your grill
+It's the man that chill, run for the hills from Grassvile
+Drillin rhymes straight on tracks and double cuff
+Another TV, and they loved it
+
+(You win some you lose some, that's how it go son
+You win some you lose some, that's in the game
+You win some you lose some, that's how it go son
+You win some you lose some, that's in the game
+It's in the game
+You win some you lose some, it's in the game
+It's in the game, it's in the game, it's in the game, it's in the game)
+**************************************************
+A Bitch Is a Bitch[Method Man]
+
+Ooh yea I'm on my way to get some hay
+I'd Rather not say right now, but anyway
+I'm F**kin wit this gangsta bitch around
+The way. Who was ?? and the games
+People play. A Hoe is a M-O could keep
+Shit down low. I'm wit dat ya know my
+Style so what da flow? Its been 3 weeks
+Now my girl still don't know but what
+She don't know can't hurt her or make
+A murder. The next peace..? She don't
+Want to have peace, she just wants
+To have fun so I hook her and I treat her
+Like one. Bust it! Look in tha local
+Project, when I buzz her; on the 5th
+Rather brother make a dozen? Floor she
+Had a child but because I'm half poor kids
+Buy dread the next door. He don't know
+The meaning of child care, 'cause she's on
+Welfare looking at..? So raps the same
+YearSo I took advantage of dat before it
+Was..? and pull'd a stack, and now what
+I'm stickin it up without a doubt, and then
+Should I go upstrairs? F**k dat rap too
+Many hoes up in dat place. I just can't
+Wait to find out til (??) All around town
+The Meth is gettin down. With ? and..?
+BITCH! don't rock the buck? I'm not a
+Buck smakin bitch's teeth down their
+Throats. So I avoid all of dat, and call
+Her back I was drinking all night, Kid
+I need it bad, wassup ho? how you?
+Loungin Through..I ain't got nuthin to
+Do so wassup wit you? Treat her like
+A rough situation, You know whats on
+My mind you wit it? Now she's all(?)
+And need some water, Before she had
+To ask her 'cause to watch her daughter
+Yea, come down down strairs were
+Goin where? Straight to da vid..(??)
+Sum-it up check my dough for body (??)
+She comes back out of her house we in
+Da cab. Not much longer to want,(??)
+Step right in and got a (??) Then I seen
+Her wit a man down the curl, [Pause]
+Ooh Shit! Dats my girl! Whats goin on
+Kid? Hear all my words motherf**ka..
+F**k dat Bitch! I'm gonna f**k her!
+
+[Meth talking] (Da f**k you doin with dat nigga?)
+
+[Method Man]
+
+A Bitch is a Bitch..and is always
+A bitch. Cracked and shit like a witch
+
+[Closing] Out from the slums..there she comes
+**************************************************
+Mi CasaWhat chu crazy?
+Since a buck tooth baby, Doc
+Is like straight fuck you pay me like Jay-Z
+Lazzy Niggas complain'
+Doc load up the cartridge and start kickin' game like Acclam
+Those who you call Doggs rat your name
+Those who say they love you attack your change
+That's why I fold down four fingers
+Say fuck the world and Jimmy da earth without Coat hangers
+Rap game n street game don't sleep
+It's a cold world betta pack yer own heat
+Niggas ain't happy to the cash on E
+Then the hash and the cat and a bag is on me
+Yeah right, my bear hugz air tight
+New Yorkerz no no turnin' on a red light
+Me against forty of you? I fear a fight
+Microphones get took you shook wear a blight
+You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
+And it's your stopper Meth ti cal man and funk docta
+You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
+Bomb droppa throw you out ya mind who shot ya
+You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
+Hit it hip hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hot cha
+You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
+I'm warnin' you partner Meth ti cal man and funk docta
+Every time I turn around somebody in my business
+Time for you to testify can I get a witness actin' like bitch's
+Dirty Dick niggas look suspicious ain't physically fit for the fitness
+Welcome to the game of death Poly wanna biscuit?
+First prize a one way ticket to my shit list
+And I spread it like a bummer or a sickness
+Stand by let a chicken head lay a chick let
+Can I slap a fat ass with da quickness
+Stupid ass niggas goin' broad nigga sick list
+Comin' through son I'ma fuck you and your district
+Miss representin', miss interpreting and des misfit
+Playboy, you ain't got no balls plus your dick less
+And I'm like a plumma layin' pipes in yer [unverified]
+No man can hold hold me nor can control me
+Next time you see me holla like you know me
+You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
+And it's your stopper Meth ti cal man and funk docta
+You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
+Bomb droppa throw you out ya mind who shot ya
+You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
+Hit it hip hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hot cha
+You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
+I'm warnin' you partner Meth ti cal man and funk docta
+You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
+And it's your stopper
+You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
+Bomb droppa
+You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
+Hit it hip hoppers
+You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
+I'm warnin' you partner
+**************************************************
+Ridin’ for Outro[Black Ice]
+Three young cats strapped with gats decided to ride out one night
+The in-flight drug used to induce the hindsight was dust
+The moonlight was robust but they couldn't see the beauty in it
+Their duty in it was to carry out another senseless killin
+Senses and feelings distorted they boarded their vessel Nessel
+Discreet in crotches and underneath seats they tuck heat
+To complete the mission they had no decision in
+No longer do they use our light and dark hues to create the vision in our towns
+But now they red and blue override our brown skin
+We've been conditioned to let off them rounds when we see another color rag
+Or, hear another brother brag about what set he claimin
+Poverty, drugs and poor education should be the target
+But we won't stay gamin that
+We'll kill and maim another cat like there's no shame in that
+Like there's fame in that
+We hang out them car windows and bust them slugs
+In the name of genocide in disguise, so we don't take blame for that
+But if there's honor amongst you thieves in life
+Then what the fuck you hidin for?
+Recognize your deed to trife and decide what the fuck you ridin for
+**************************************************
+1, 2, 1, 2(feat. Redman)
+
+[Meth]
+Come on
+1 2 1 2 uh uh
+1 2 1 2
+Mr. Meth and Doc
+1 2 1 2
+Uh uh 1 2 1 2
+Dj Scratch on the track
+1 2 1 2
+Wa wa 1 2 1 2
+Break your motha fuckin back
+1 2 1 2
+Ah yo yo
+My, lyric is 8 ball
+Batter up play ball
+Fuck ya'll analog
+Niggas we be digital, subliminal, come in
+From the 5 star general
+Attack you from the blind side, invisible
+To the naked eye
+Where them criminals
+Better have your 8 essential vitamins and minerals
+The wu is coming through you know the outcome
+Critical
+Condition in your physical for injurin
+The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
+
+[Redman]
+Off a beat like this
+I keep a night stick
+In case any stick up care where heat might miss
+I chicken fry rice bitch
+In a white trench
+Bustin off two macks I'm like "I'm hit"!!!
+I'm just playin, I clear the croud out
+Like a peppa can sprayin
+I throw lightin out the arms raiden
+Go guard your pray
+Next year I do nothin more than Y2k
+
+[Hook:]
+We say
+Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
+Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
+We say
+Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 we say
+Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
+We say
+Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
+Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
+And if you say fuck me [Meth]
+I'm a say fuck you [Redman]
+Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
+
+[Meth]
+From deputant down to stripper
+I'm too nonchalaunt
+A drink mixed with four kinds of liquors
+Catch me at the bar "Fu Bar"
+Ladies know who we are and
+Dream of fuckin a star
+Who da scrub
+Shotgun in this man car
+Burnin up
+Forever gettin thrown out the club
+It be us Paul
+Shot out and bugged
+I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz
+I'm everything you think you don't know
+
+[Redman]
+I throw a 5 in the power
+Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps, 40 miles per hour
+I'm out at Howard, next to Baltimore
+Takin change out the fountains at shoppin malls
+Rats can only afford Chuck E Cheese
+The blood in my jeans is tough like Buddy Lee
+Semi-dart auto off ya, blood coughin
+Meth pull the last spark plug with a heart pump
+
+[Hook:]
+[Redman]
+Call me will, enemy I state
+When 4 Doc run the scam
+New jacks studderin, that the man from the upperhand
+Punch, atomic bomb I hit many
+From Bricks to South Park you dyin with Kenny
+While you bailin I'm trailin
+Rockin hard hat helmets clip the satellite servallence
+When I walk by you better not be kickin
+Or I put two more in that terriyaki chicken
+
+[Meth]
+You've just been fitted for them seeman shoes
+This is bottom of the lake raps
+Stab you in the back
+Kung Fu
+52 cops can't withstand the 52 blocks
+Unless they bust like 52 shots
+I'm the has been that have not
+Battle kids at Maxwell's house
+Know when I'm good to the last drop
+What's my name Meth he's name Doc
+Just like urban
+See me in the gran transportation splurgin
+Drivin with a turban who push a black suburban (come on)
+We rollin windows half down through the urban
+Network law lay it down like a persian
+M to the E to the F, spell curtain
+
+[Redman]
+Get out your car sucker
+This ain't yours
+Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls
+And brauds got the nerve to act funny
+You a champaine ho, with kool aide money
+Frown bitch, Doc up in that town quick
+You back down a point on nfl blitz
+I'm lyin buddah break fool and take two
+And put your hole in the earth to escape through
+
+[Hook:]
+[Talked]
+Dj Scratch
+Not ready for prime time playas
+Mr. Meth, Funk Doc
+Def Jam 2000 mutha fuckasssssss!!! [echos out]
+
+Calm me down baby
+Nod your head to this
+Come on
+
+Ey yo this is wkya radio
+We kickin your motha fuckin ass
+Yo Flex
+That's right it's goin down
+Redman, Method Man blackin the funk out
+Now listen
+**************************************************
+Release Yo’ Delf 2Blue Raspberry:
+When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
+Jet back to the lab, like they were being chased by homicide
+My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
+And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry, your careers won't be lasting long
+
+When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
+Jet back to the lab, like they were being chased by homicide
+My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
+And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry, your careers won't be lasting long
+
+Method Man:
+Check it, I'm the fucking man who they mention
+Notice, that other niggas rap styles is bogus
+Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo
+Blazing, the stuff that ignites stimulation
+Inside ya, 'cause I be that house over water
+Forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon
+Adventure, niggas need to touch they freaking picture
+For the sickness, that be spreading with the quickness
+Remedies, cousin I be doing on my enemies
+Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories
+Emotion, rushing through your down street vicinity
+Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity
+
+(Tical.... tical... ti-cal, ti-cal...)
+As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh
+Keep it movin and keep it movin uh
+Keep it movin, baby, we be movin uh
+Keep it movin, we keep it huh RHARHHH
+
+What's that rhythm what's that sound
+Party people getting down
+When it hit the baddest man
+Just release, yo delf!!
+
+My God, somebody said it's on, if it is then I'll be set
+To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
+I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
+If he fronting, on any man down with the Clan
+I be coming, for the headpiece you can't cope for my brother
+I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
+Serial, killer, style from Big Isle No Stat
+My peoples are you with me where you at?
+Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick
+Niggas looking all in my face like they want dick
+It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
+That's all I can stands and I can't stands no mo'
+What is it? Niggas think they bigger
+Because they got the finger on the trigger of a pistol
+They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
+With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
+Then I add a snapple, nigga want the juice but he don't want the hassle
+Then we try to overthrow the castle
+Better yet the tent when I'm coming to your town
+Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
+YAH! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK then beware
+I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops here
+No more dough will be made
+Unless it's being made by hoes
+
+What's that rhythm what's that sound
+Party people getting down
+When it hit the baddest man
+Just breathe in, till then
+
+And keep it moving, baby keep it moving
+I plan to keep it moving, you know we keep it movin uh
+And keep it moving, baby we be moving uh
+And keep it moving, you know we keep it moving uh
+And keep it moving, you know we keep it moving
+Baby we be moving, you know we keep it moo..RARHRAH
+
+Blue Raspberry:
+When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
+Jet back to the lab, like they were being chased by homicide
+My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
+And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry, your careers won't be lasting long
+
+Method Man:
+Throw your hands in the sky
+And wave em from side to side
+And if you're ready to spark up the Meth-Tical
+Let me hear you say stimuli
+
+Blue Raspberry:
+When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
+Jet back to the lab, like they were being chased by homicide
+My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
+And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry, your careers won't be lasting long
+**************************************************
+Play 4 keepsHa, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah
+One time, yo
+Never liked son from day one, bring you tool
+That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass
+Who care where you came from, you ain't prepared
+For when the pain come, this nigga's scared, shook to death
+From a cold stare, stunnin', knowin' my brothers fiend
+To do you somethin' over here, we head huntin'
+In the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin'
+I smash pumpkins, hard rock be in the cafe
+Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us
+The last days, makin' sure I get the last say
+In the food chain, is you predator or prey?
+If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back
+Crack your vertebrae, lookin' for a better way
+To get my point across, thoughts accelerate at the same speed
+Of the murder rate, Lord, never perpetrate a fraud
+'Til my nigga Carlton Fisk see the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth
+Life's a snippet, one way ticket
+Time tickin' fast, blink you might miss it
+Semen on street shit, you might catch fifty stitches
+Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches
+I play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet
+My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete
+Evident, killa hill, resident, double dart agent
+Secret, intelligent, my rap style's flagrant
+Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze
+Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for keeps
+In the city that you never sleep, pay attention
+Ain't no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down
+I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland
+One hand holds the head of the last brave man
+Made man, Cuban link chain of command
+Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand
+My live team turn the club to a crime scene
+High beams flash, promoters die behind cream
+Get your face blown, might face the chrome
+We take this more serious than just a poem
+I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent
+About the foul shit goin' on in my life, current event
+It's evident I smoke cigarette down to Brownsville
+Thinkin' to myself, how many lives must my pound kill?
+Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase
+Hemmed by Jake, worryin' who might turn state's
+So I chill, put my killa niggas on the battlefield
+On the low plottin' silent murderer, never doubt still
+Never follow beef, hey, beef follow me
+Wanna settle it in the court? I say settle it in the streets
+Like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it
+Now you dry snitchin', because you got knocked with it
+I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute
+Stash my dough secure the funds of profit
+Yo, extreme rhyme niggas, you wastin' your time
+Fuckin' with my niggas, extraordinary line swishin'
+Your mind out position, tryin' to figure this shit
+Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this
+Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song
+Doin' this for too long, to not come strong
+You're only a pawn of viet dong
+Tryin' to form against mines, you musta just been born
+Secluded on a distant farm, this is the real world
+Where niggas get shot and shanked, where there's tremendous pain
+You get your frame inflamed crushed to dust by the next man's clutch
+It's infamous you fucks, intense bad luck
+Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze
+Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for Keeps
+In the city that you never sleep, pay attention
+Ain't no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down
+Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready
+For a war here, fuck peace, what?
+Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze
+Street life, deck and mobb deep, play for keeps
+In the city that you never sleep, pay attention
+Ain't no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down
+Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready
+For a war here, fuck peace, peace
+More two
+One, two
+More two
+Check one, two
+**************************************************
+C.E.O.utro[Russell Simmons speaking]
+
+Thanks for coming out. God bless you. Goodnight
+**************************************************
+Intro (The Meth Lab)What's good. Staten Island stand up!
+This right here - Staten Island artist
+Done by Staten Island, made in Staten Island. Enjoy
+Fuckin' Meth Heads...
+**************************************************
+Meth vs. Chef (original version)[Kung Fu Sample]
+Duel, worthy of a general
+If you want to fight, fight with me!
+One to one! Man to man!
+
+[Intro: Lounge Lo, (Raekwon)]
+Get ready to gel team!
+Live and direct from the one-six-ooh
+We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical!
+It's about to go on, Tical!
+You make the call, I make the call!
+It's all for all
+Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
+(count my shells)
+And there's about to be one left
+(count my shells, nigga)
+I know you know it's on kid
+(Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)
+*bell rings*
+
+[Method Man, (Raekwon)]
+Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye
+Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
+Niggas thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught
+A bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short
+Of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening
+Style, blowing up the spot like ballistic
+Missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven
+Tearing up the power-u, Me-Tical
+A bad motherfucking Buddha Monk, what the fuck
+Hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front
+Out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain
+Of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments
+A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat
+Wrap a power in a tec, to wet
+A nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases
+Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever
+Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer
+Bobbing on my nob like an all day sucker
+*bell rings* Bitch!
+Meth Vs. Chef
+(it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef
+(yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef
+(yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef
+(callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death
+*bell rings*
+
+[Raekwon]
+I'm going all out kid no turnbacks
+You could try to front, get smoked and that's that
+Lyric assassin, dressed in black bugging
+Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then
+I go to war in a concrete jungle, make the punt
+Cause niggas act funny, and fumble
+But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly
+Niggas stay strapped, armed to die
+Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowing
+Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop
+No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session
+Bloodshot in that direction, cypher
+*bell rings*
+Attack you like chess moves best move
+Yo, yeah, yo
+The boards, your ass
+'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings*
+'Tack the boards like chess moves best move
+At Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew
+Live direct, yeah you better step
+Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet
+Motivate, to the gate
+With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle
+Airwaves, yo behave
+Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way
+*bell rings three times*
+Ahh shit!
+
+Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth
+**************************************************
+Outro (Meth Lab Season 2)[News Report: Thotti Gotti]
+This show was brought to you by the United Staten Island Association
+In conjunction with Meth Lab Studios and Hanz On Music Entertainment
+Stayed tuned for the info on season 3, Meth Lab: Rehab
+**************************************************
+Emergency Forecast (Thotti Gotti Weather Report)[News Report: Thotti Gotti]
+Weather report: I don't know how it is outside but in the Meth Lab, sure is cloudy
+**************************************************
+Commercial Break (Thotto Gotti ”Pussy On Soundcloud”)[News Report: Thotti Gotti]
+With Backpage shutting down, bitches are now selling box on Soundcloud
+Available for download, link is in bio
+
+[Interlude]
+"Hahahahaha, yo, hahahha"
+"Oh, oh shit!"
+"Oh shit!"
+"Ahahahaha, ahah"
+"Oh, I'm done"
+**************************************************
+City LightsI get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights
+I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights
+I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights
+I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights
+
+Yo, I'm rolling in my ride, my eyes real chinky
+Hit 145, buy like 12 twinkies
+Today a good day, I know, don't jinx it
+I 'will' keep a 'smith', just like Jada Pinkett
+Baby, without blinking, I do it my way
+I shit on folks, the opposite of R. K
+I'm rude, pardon me, I'm too hood
+Doc on your mind all the time, like New E.R.A
+Who am I? That nigga too fly
+My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines
+I ain't lying, I'm back, boy, you hit the backboard
+I'm all swish, make a memo on your black board
+This class here, nigga, is for the underground
+UGK, Doc and Meth, locking the summer down
+And I ain't playing games, homey, so get it right
+Cuz I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights
+
+I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+Tore up every city lights, I get tore up under city lights
+I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+Tore up under city, I get tore up under city lights
+I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights
+I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights
+
+I dropped to 95, now I'm on 95
+South and the dirty been riding dirty since Dirty died
+I gets it early, my nigga, heard me, I'm certified
+And when I ride, I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey Drive
+I make it happen, homey, I take you back when I was wearing ponies
+And them older niggas was snapping on me
+How many rappers know me? I know what cash own
+Face it, this game I take it, in holy matrimony
+And now can't nothing hold me, I f*cks with UGK
+Some dudes is more like Kobe, I'm more like Rudy Ray
+You either in it pimping, or you just in the way
+I love this life that I'm living, your shit can end today
+Two things to know about me, I guess I'll never change
+And keep this money like Southern Cali, and never rain
+And I ain't playing games wit ya, so get it right
+And I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights
+
+I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+Tore up every city lights, I get tore up under city lights
+I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+Tore up under city, I get tore up under city lights
+I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights
+I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights
+
+For the king of the trill is up in this bitch
+Drop the top, but I get the switch
+You see my level, he tuck the stitch
+Texas, nigga, we getting rich
+F*ck a hater, man, f*ck a snitch
+G-Code nigga, we don't love the po-po
+No more swag, now pass the dough dough
+We keep it super tight like pants in SoHo
+I'm bout my dough, ho, so don't play with my bread
+Man, I be trying to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead
+I'm popping that trunk and grabbing that chopper, putting that K to ya head
+I'd rather be laying up in the bed with your baby and may getting head
+Yeah, my Cadillac car is candy painted, dripping like Bernadette
+My steering wheel is woodgrain, I grip it and turn it quick
+I'm riding bowls, black with yellow stripes, like a Steeler
+And as far as the rims go, I'm an 84 dealer
+A smile peeler when I mash out in the Cady
+Lean it back up on the leather, man, and smoking on a fatty
+This UGK 4 Life, if you ain't know you better get it right
+Why, 'I get tore, I get tore up' under city lights
+
+I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+Tore up every city lights, I get tore up under city lights
+I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+Tore up under city, I get tore up under city lights
+I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights
+I get tore up, I get tore up under city lights
+Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights
+
+UGK, Redman, Method Man, in the f*cking building, bitch
+
+[Spoken Outro]
+**************************************************
+All That I NeedChorus:
+You're all I need to get by--
+(x2)
+
+Verse One:
+Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
+For real girl
+It's me in your world, believe me
+Nothing make a man feel betta than a woman
+Queen with a crown that be down for whatevera
+There's a few things dat's forever, my lady
+We can make war or make babies
+Back when I was nothin
+You made a brother feel like he was somethin
+Dat's why I'm witchu til dis day Boo no frontin
+Even when the skies were gray
+You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay."
+Now dat's real to a brotha like me baby
+Never ever give my pussy away and keep it tight aight
+And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
+In a fat ass crib wit thousands of kids
+Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife
+Jus be there for me I'm a make sure we
+Be livin in the fucking lap of luxury
+I'm realizing dat cha didn't have to fuck wit me
+But cha did now I'm going all out kid
+And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
+
+Chorus:
+(x2)
+Mary J Blidge:
+Like sweet morning dew
+I took 1 look at you
+And it was plain to see
+You were my destiny
+With you I spend my time
+I'll dedicate my life
+I'll sacrifice to you
+Dedicate my life to you
+
+Verse Two:
+I got a love jonez for your body and your skin tone
+Five minutes alone I'm already on da bone
+Plus I love da fact you got a mind of your own
+No need to shop around you got dat good shit at home
+Even if I'm locked up North you in da world
+Rockin three fourths of cloth never showin' your stuff off, Boo
+It be true me for you dat's how it is
+I can be your knower you can be my Wiz
+Then I can be your sun, you can be my Earth
+Resurrect the God through birth, best believe
+Chorus
+(x6)
+**************************************************
+Dangerous GroundYeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo
+All them real live motherfuckin' niggas
+Step up front right now, it's goin' down
+One love to Long Island, Hempstead in my heart, baby
+Shaolin what? Come on, come on
+
+Dangerous ground, tre pound, seven spin around
+For my bredren the clouds come down
+War and peace, I take it to the street
+Land shark on my lawn, chop the thumbs off a thief
+And curse his first born, is this thing on?
+Send 'em to the children of the corn we the people
+
+See, niggas through the eye of the Demon
+My lethal injection, destroyin' evil
+Hot Nikkel, private eye, one pistol
+Aimin' at your brain tissue, do or die
+
+Said the spider to the fly, "Could this one be tasty?"
+Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me
+On the job like Dick Tracy
+Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D
+
+Symbolic thrill like God he shocked it
+Like a finger in a light socket
+Too good to be forgotten, in the rotten apple
+I kick dirt on your sand castle, check the flavor all natural
+
+(Beat your feet)
+Hot Niks, son
+(Heat-mizer)
+Before you get the main course
+(Taste a appetizer)
+
+Submerged in the word
+Heavy headed verbal that smack you
+Mentally disturb you, attack you
+Thirty-six chamb' once again comin' at you
+Young gun got the body snatch you observe
+
+Wise words you can only see through the third
+I fall way beyond the norm on the verb
+Shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on
+Track yellin' at me, "Get yo [Incomprehensible], God"
+
+[Incomprehensible] is hard, regardless to whom or what
+They all movin' targets, Allah
+Runnin' through your house and your block party, with rap shotty
+And hot rock the body body, St. Bernards
+
+Couldn't save your entourage, rap lobotomy
+Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly
+Dumb deaf and blind, is it?
+I kick the spine out the battery backs
+Fuckin' with mine, keep it movin'
+
+Now, everybody just throw your hands in the
+What the fuck? Peace, who this?
+
+Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your startin' line, deep Space Nine
+Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs
+Let's converse, snatch the tap from your purse
+Body-surf on the verse head first
+
+Peep defeat, bitch Street beat you down with the heat
+And you spazzed out spittin' out teeth ain't nuttin' peace
+Big boys don't destroy blunted zone pop steroid
+50 men convoy, expensive where's the big toy
+
+Rumble through the wasteland right hand's on the silencer
+40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander
+Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate
+Don't perpetrate, pass the blunt let it circulate
+
+Street politicians on a suicide mission
+Crime vision finger itchin' from a scope-view position
+Dangerous ground, tre pound, seven spin around
+For my bredren the cloud comes down
+
+Keep your eyes open, love potion
+Number nine poetry in motion
+Knowledge me the seventh sign
+Scopin', connivin', infiltrate is most of mine
+Play 'em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine
+
+Push and get shoved what the fuck God's thinkin' of?
+Comin' in the club wit that screw face, actin' up
+Is we men or mice? Bad moon risin', we wild for the night
+Kill a skitzofrenic, nigga twice 'cuz O
+That's what happened when frontin' on the Shaol' borough
+
+Island of Staten we in here no fear, assault wit intent
+To kill your whole regiment [Incomprehensible]
+Startin' wit yo president, duckin' my dart gun
+Tear apart, son, you don't want it then don't start none
+
+Blaze one with Jonathon, part man, part fly
+Handle my B-I camouflage like G.I
+Fat like Joe, a day in the life
+Your money or your life that's the life
+Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle
+Tryin' to eat right another day another hustle, hustle, hustle
+
+Dangerous ground, tre pound, seven spin around
+For my bredren the clouds come down
+War and peace, I take it to the street
+Land shark on my lawn, chop the thumbs off a thief, motherfucker
+**************************************************
+True[Meth]
+Jeeeez!
+
+Now right
+You know you dead wrong
+Yo know...
+Turn me up, turn me up
+
+Jab me with a fuckin' spoon
+
+You know you dead wrong
+For this one right here baby, for real
+
+Yo, yo, yo
+Another day, another dollar
+Sharks wanna bite don't bother
+Cause this rhymes the truth, and
+The truths hard to swallow
+Don Dada, hard act to follow
+See Rockwilder with the iced out dog collar
+My crew want it all
+This bout is scheduled for one four
+We can build or we can brawl
+Yes y'all, last call for alchahol, damn!
+Monkey wrench fuckin' up the whole program
+
+[Chorus:]
+[Meth]
+Ooh
+Them don't no have to respect me
+Ooh
+Them don't no have to come correctly
+Ooh
+Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin'
+Big head nigga's don't listen
+
+Hot and ah yes
+My complex got a complex
+Livin' in apartment complex
+I'm cashin' chin checks every first and fifteenth
+Failed my urinalasist, they threw me in the clink
+5-0's can't stop the pot roll, Jonny
+Still Blaze, send young mc's to the potty
+Its side ways nine fifteen
+Be aware of the fatal flyin' guilintines
+Are you prepared?
+
+[Chorus:]
+Ooh
+Them don't no have to respect me
+Ooh
+Them don't no have to come correctly
+Ooh
+Time flow constantly the way time flow
+I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O
+
+My crew swarm in, tell a bitch please
+Didn't mama tell you about the birds and the bees?
+Especially them killa's
+Girls night out with gorrillas (Meth acting like monkey)
+Too slow ya' blow catterpilla
+Son got game
+And he pack a Rosco, ?fleat coal? train
+Player we ain't playin'
+Crush assossiated labels, don't let me in, I push my way in...
+[Meth interupts with coughing]
+As I was sayin', I push my way in, fuck it
+How many suffered
+For this Hip-Hop, if I can't see it, can't trust it
+Tic-toc when will that fake shit stop?
+Flip flop battery go dead in the clock
+
+[Chorus:]
+Ooh
+Them don't no have to respect me
+Ooh
+Them don't no have to come correctly
+Ooh
+Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin'
+Big head nigga's don't listen
+
+Stapleton, the wild west Park Hill
+Port Richmond, now born jungle nill
+We dumbin', stunnin', bustin' to keep 'em comin'
+Nigga's with alchahol problems, a hundred miles and runnin', yeah
+Meth, I came here for crooks but I'm still here
+Called me every name in the book but I'm still here
+What up doc?
+This Looney Toon got 'em shell shocked
+Anvils droppin' out the sky once my hand cock
+Back, I check you in to the smack down hotel, while everythings black
+I'm like the cast in Belly I don't know how to act on wax
+Rockwilder bring it on back
+
+[Chorus:]
+Ooh
+Them don't no have to respect me
+Ooh
+Them don't no have to come correctly
+Ooh
+Time flow constantly the way time flow
+I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O
+**************************************************
+Sucker Mc’s[ODB]
+Daddy's home, your daddy's home to stay
+
+[Meth]
+Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channel
+Nasty vandals too hot to fucking handle
+Bring the ruckus to all you knotty head fuckas
+Shit's like Hammer Time, niggas can't touch us
+
+[RZA]
+Straight up and down Wu-Tang forever
+Come tougher than DJ ?'s leather
+Make a better tomorrow
+Condition your atmosphere, air like feathers
+The fire come, transmit vire come
+The higher sire come, we burn your wire
+Wu-Tang be number one...
+
+[Meth & RZA]
+Four years ago a friend of mine
+Asked me to say some MC rhymes
+So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
+The rhyme was Meth and it went this way
+
+Yo, we took a test to become an MC
+All the withers in the crowd got amazed at me
+God threw me inside his Cadillac
+The chaffuer drove off and we never came back
+
+Meth cut the record down to the bone
+And now I rock solid chrome microphones
+Now we signing autographs, with cheers and laughs
+Champagne, caviar, and bubblebaths, but see...
+
+That's the life that I lead, you sucka MC, we G-O-D
+Take that and move back, or catch a heartattack
+Because there's nothing in the world the gods could ever lack
+
+I chill at the party in my b-boy stance
+Walk, cap low, 45 in my pants
+Fly like a dove, that come from up above
+My nigga's Iron Lung but you can stay one love
+
+It's just a one two three a three a two one
+Throw your blunts in the air for the god Iron Lung
+Blow them right in your face with the bass
+You messed up, come in first place, the real rap taste
+
+First come, first serve basis
+Coolin out boo, take you to the def places
+One of a kind for you people's delight
+And to you sucker MC, you know it ain't right
+Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your wife
+Run in a gun fight with nuthin but a knife
+Bangin with your boy, slingin with the crew
+And everybody know what you've been through
+It's the one two three three two one
+Throw your blunts in the air for your dunn Iron Lung
+Smoke in your place with the highs and the bass
+Come in first place in the real rap race
+Go uptown, buy a bag of brown
+You sucker MC, a sad face clown
+Gettin OD ready to rock crowds steady
+You drive a big car get your gas from Getti
+
+[ODB]
+I'm ODB in the place to be
+Didn't go to St. John's University
+In the streets of Brooklyn I aquired the knowledge
+A Law of Mathematics that's higher than college
+I'm fly on skins that I gets in Queens
+She love filthy swine and my collard greens
+I'm dressed to kill, you know our style
+Cause niggas don't know that Dirty Dogg fly
+
+If you wanna see me baby come, you know Dirty Dog is number one
+[X2]
+
+I wrote this song about the (?)
+You gotta know where to start when the beats play
+[X2]
+**************************************************
+Fire Ina HoleUh..
+Come on [3X]
+State your business
+Come on
+Let's make it hot
+Come on (word)
+Let's make it hot
+Come on
+Let's make it hot
+Come on, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold)
+Come on, come on
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+
+[Verse 1: (method man)]
+With all do respect to tha game
+Im tha ph- enom , not ready for primetime , be on
+Extinction , change tha way u thinkin ,or be gone
+Pass tha fuck out , somethin stinkin 
+Could it be tha skunk? or could it be that body
+In tha trunk? of my lincoln , continental style
+Pop tha pussy like a pimple
+Im fed up
+I put it in your ear and fuck ya head up
+Turnin up tha tempauture 
+Told them kids to enta tha 36
+Masta meth shiiit
+Biohazaduas is pretentious
+Do it for tha chemically imbalanced 
+State ya business
+Pay me at tha door'
+Ironman hear me raw , 12 inches
+Sure shot soldiers in the trenches
+Fire in a hole
+The game commences
+Third string rappers play the benches
+Reload
+There'll be no repentance for soul
+Just life sentence with no change for parole
+And thats real
+
+[Chorus:]
+Fire in a hole! (pray [echoes])
+Fire in a hole! [10X]
+Fire in a hole! (yeah)
+Fire in a hole! (yeah, yeah)
+Fire in a hole! (yo, yo, yo, yo)
+
+[Verse 2: Redman]
+Gundowned at sun down
+Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown
+Your crew wanna punt now, pump-bloww
+Swimming trunks torn up from the huntdown
+Brakes lock 'em up now
+A rich bitch smack 'em up now
+A plucked out eyebrow down
+Naa dog, a broad got to be a hussy
+A hood rat that ride like the bride of Chuckey
+Walk through my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me"
+My revolver to reload like the Scussy, doc
+The bigfoot out for the squosh
+Shell shocked like I'm 6 months in the bush
+Fire in a hole!
+Hiking in the snow with 40 motherfuckers expiring the blow
+Footprints up timbs are wallabe souls
+We cased to placed like Barnaby Jones, hoes
+Lay it down like plats in ya hair
+Ride off with your money then clap in the air
+
+[Chorus:]
+Fire in a hole!
+Fire in a hole! (yo)
+Fire in a hole! [3X]
+Fire in a hole! (yo)
+Fire in a hole!
+Fire in a hole! (yo)
+Fire in a hole! (yo, yo, yo)
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+This is for them niggas on the bricks
+Holdin' down a block for my nigga carlton fisk
+The kid that stay up in a blocks
+Ain't no christmas ever since Santa scratched my name off the giftlist
+Shit ain't been the same since the pain or forgiveness
+Dead man talkin' about elected
+Un live it cancer around throat of a critic
+Yo doctor, describe me a drug that can knocka'
+New on his ass, take a blast up a nucker
+For real though arsenic production that kills slow your eardrums
+Like a happy hooker with a dildo
+I spas on anyone who shows his ass
+I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas
+
+[Verse 4: Redman]
+Yo, yo
+With me and meth swarm you need a net to cover you
+Turn a rap game into W C W
+Off the rope I hang glide to the grove
+Straight people doubt french fries and a coke
+Doc's the name the burglar, serve ya
+That lead through five from frigs and murtar
+They skirt out my with Rick ran down tires
+What a chicken I met who hand out flyers
+Look I'ma areas, I don't have it
+My crew large enough to walk and cause traffic
+Bounce like box springs on your craft-matic
+Before you be sueing doc for malpractice
+You couldn't bang from start
+Your girl see you beat up and shit
+Get a change of heart
+Flaming dark spit it, name a mark
+My impact towards you JFK playin' in a park
+
+[Chorus:]
+Fire in a hole! [14X]
+Yeah [3X]
+Fire in a hole
+Yeah [5X]
+Mister meth, ha-ha
+Funk doctor, ha-ha
+Mathematics on the track, ha-ha
+All my niggas in the bricks
+All my niggas on Shaolin
+Worldwide
+To my whole crew, BBC
+Hahhahahahaa....
+**************************************************
+I’m a G[Intro: Method Man]
+Ay-Yo, What up y'all?
+It's ya boy big Meth
+Y'all know how I do Motherfuckers
+I eat ya food up fast!
+
+I'm here representing for my nigga Kazh
+He comin' Through you know how i'm doin
+Word up ...... Van' city where you at?
+Get at ya' Boy early!
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+My chucks are scuffed up, Khakis hang low
+Mass amount of hoes, my rims and chain glow
+I'm all about my dough
+What bitch? You ain't know?
+
+'I'm a G, the one these lil' niggas wanna be'
+
+Look, I'm on my A-Game niggas stay in ya lane
+Pump ya breaks fo'
+I pump two slugs straight in ya brain
+Look, I blow like K bitch you know the name
+
+'I'm a G, the one these lil niggas wanna be'
+
+[Verse 1: Young Kazh]
+I'm out in Van' City on my Grizzly do
+Left them 2's alone but my goons pack chrome
+Listen the way I spit it, fly, photogenic
+Had your girl all up in the rental
+We sentimental
+Gentlemen'll clapped wassup?
+KC in the house lil ma' wassup?
+Although my people is lethal
+We came to party wit'cha
+Lil' weed, lil' hen, lil' bacardi wit'cha
+Dont make me ball out
+The four fitfth cal. and wile out
+Young Kazh, Mr Meth-Tical in the house
+Get ya Hands up!
+Shake yo titties, bounce yo ass to the rhythm
+Hot rhymes I spit, imagine the way i'm livin'
+Flights to the caribbean, party with fly women
+Cruises over seas, pockets full of G's
+Progress in the streets, gully I chase money
+Stackin, I'm still hungry
+Timbs are state [?]
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+My chucks are scuffed up, Khakis hang low
+Mass amount of hoes, my rims and chain glow
+I'm all about my dough
+What bitch? You ain't know?
+
+'I'm a G, the one these lil niggas wanna be'
+
+Look, Im on my A-Game niggas stay in ya lane
+Pump ya breaks fo'
+I pump two slugs straight in ya brain
+Look, I blow like K bitch you know the name
+
+''Im a G, the one these lil niggas wanna be'
+
+[Method Man - Spoken]
+What'up Shitty drawls ass niggas
+Its ya boy Big Meth right here
+Coming through with the SU
+You know how the W-U do it
+We ain't playing with y'all motherfuckers
+
+[Verse 2: Tre Nyce]
+Now if you got a fat spliff go and light it up
+I'm tryna hit a bad chick till I get a nut
+Then I get a nuf'
+Kush in the central, smoke till the jar empty
+On my A-Game [?] cases like Marc Emery
+Short term Memory
+Long term Money
+Each ear stay with a carrot like Bugz Bunny
+I know you haters mad that we gettin it man
+Van city got locked by Kuruption Camp
+And we, stay fly blowin kush to the sky
+Method Man, Redman, How high?
+Im a G nigga thats... No lie
+So when we in the club
+Know them bottles gon' pile
+Eyes like a hawk for them haters and vultures
+See us front page of your cannibis culture
+Touch it, take a pull girl
+I know that ya want to
+3 way, U-tray this Marijuana
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+My chucks are scuffed up, Khakis hang low
+Mass amount of hoes, my rims and chain glow
+I'm all about my dough
+What bitch? You ain't know?
+
+'I'm a G, the one these lil niggas wanna be'
+
+Look, Im on my A-Game niggas stay in ya lane
+Pump ya breaks fo'
+I pump two slugs straight in ya brain
+Look, I blow like K bitch you know the name
+
+'I'm a G, the one these lil niggas wanna be'
+
+[Outro: Method Man - speaking]
+**************************************************
+Serious[Verse 1: Hanz On]
+Hanz on he yo beast
+Meth lab we gon' feast
+Mad now call him Cheech
+Meth man got the keef
+Street lights in the building
+Wu bang for the children
+You know the stat and we the best
+Come meet these killers in the flesh
+
+[Method Man]
+5 thousand dollars on the love sofa
+Stealing public houses with them love coca
+Still love the culture and them bud smokers
+But to my soldiers that cross line, that loves over
+See I ain't never wrote a raps over
+A loss cost but a win free, [?]
+Situation fishy like some bad chocha
+Or y'all just tryna twist me like some bad yoga
+
+[Hanz On]
+Park hills you know what it is
+Nowadays I got bills and kids
+Like bills in that type of shit
+These niggas busy tryna keep it lit
+Homie lying on the smartphone
+I'm tryna tell em need to stop holmes
+This shit ain't bout eating babies
+And have em have me acting crazy
+
+[Method Man]
+I'm too hot and still fire baby
+And 2pac is still alive baby
+I love my family cuz they mine baby
+They get to [?]
+Whatever happen to them crack babies
+Hello [?] smoking some crack maybe
+And I don't know where you rappers getting your batch lately
+Before you rappers, its a rap send in a fat lady
+
+[Instrumental]
+
+[Verse 2: Hanz On]
+Its like my killers they on call dog
+Do ya dirty call ya boss hog
+Terminate em like a loss job
+I see his death to all these fake frauds
+I swear to god I'm so serious
+Got me getting these guns if you curious
+I said the stat and we the best
+From killing out here to the west
+
+[Method Man]
+Got labels calling cuz I rhyme slick
+You, you never get the ring, you like a side chick
+Ask berry crock where them pies trick
+The dark knight and I'm back robin no sidekick
+See I ain't lying when that lie lit
+I touch a cloud, it only raise when I spit
+I'm tryna tell these rappers when I spit
+Update the app in yo Iphones like Iquick
+**************************************************
+Kane’s Theme* This is an alternate take from the promo version of "WWF Aggression"
+
+[Method Man]
+Ah-ahhowwwwwwwwww!
+
+We are... here...
+To lay this boy... to rest...
+And so shall you...
+Be put, to death...
+
+[Method Man]
+Beware of the six-six-six
+So morbid and twisted I'm sick, sick, sick
+Mad and sadistic, dark like sun when it eclipses
+Grab your crucifixes and RUN...
+From the hellfire fiend, The Big Red Machine
+Heads get chopped in the guillotine, burnt in kerosene
+Now you don't believe in the unseen
+By any means necessary back to the cemetary
+IT'S KANE!
+
+Chorus: Method Man
+
+Unstoppable, unconquerable - impossible, unstoppable
+Unstoppable, unconquerable - impossible, unstoppable (It's KANE!)
+Unstoppable, unconquerable - impossible, unstoppable
+Unstoppable, unconquerable - impossible, unstoppable
+
+[Method Man]
+I rise from the tomb
+A quarter pass midnight, full moon
+The theme music kicks in, you'rre doomed
+Soon comes the bell, it's me against you in a cage match cell
+You get a chokeslam from hell
+LOOK OUT!  Great balls of fire, no doubt
+My flame can't be doused, this is what pain's about
+Lock all the doors and the windows in your house
+Night of the Grim Reaper, tales from the Crypt Keeper
+IT'S KANE!
+
+Chorus
+
+[Method Man]
+Feel the tombstone piledriver
+You hit the floor, thankin God you're alive-ah
+Hail Mary take no prisoners and no survivors
+Found scary like a convoy of drunk drivers, ahhhhhhhowww
+Tragic, that old black magic
+A-tisket-a-tasket, a coffin or a casket
+Grateful Dead, nightmares that make you wet the bed
+Visions of bloodshed dancing through your head
+IT'S KANE!
+
+Chorus 1/2
+
+{*Method Man grunts and growls*}
+
+IT'S KANE! (2X)
+
+Unstoppable, unconquerable - impossible, unstoppable
+Unstoppable, unconquerable - impossible, unstoppable
+
+{*Meth babbles on until fade*}
+**************************************************
+Buck 50[Method Man]
+Supreme Clientele
+
+Who on this? The Fenon, them niggas can't live
+Who on this? We ain't got shit, Summin Gotz ta Give
+Y'll done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the kid
+Die and live for my nigs and my bad ass kids
+Freeze [sniff], lookin at your ice like please
+Plottin on the mouse trap, about to snatch the cheese
+I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, psycho therapy
+Fuckin, where the cow chat? Blue till they bury me
+Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree
+Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke, let it be
+Ain't nuttin nice in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya icin
+All that tough talk don't mean nuttin when ya up north
+So keep them hands where I can see them like ya want freedom
+You know that sayin, if ya can't join 'em
+Beat 'em and push ya way in
+We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion
+Pick the Pace up, past snaggin, throw your waist up
+Niggas writin slum juice with Jacob, fool
+You're like dude, I don't like your fuckin attitude
+Frontin on my Clan from Shao', we ain't mad at you
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, Starks dippin cheesy face, meesly pace
+Ghostface, jump out the window for a little taste
+Droopy luck, my main bitches call me lazy
+Educated birds say, "Ghost, you're so crazy"
+
+[Cappadonna]
+Cappa slide thru with the Ghost
+Post up like paint on walls
+Drip jew-els, big heat ruffle inside the bubble-goose
+It's the odd couple, holo-points follow you home in Staten Island
+Playin with the big toys that make noise
+Echo in the hall, a scared voice
+Niggas start to act choice, but Dunkin 'hinds
+Didn't know Betty Crocker had them two nines
+Made the club moist, shattered the windows
+Dust heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Black Jesus
+
+[Redman]
+Yo, the words you talk better be the words you walk
+Body you in the van while the nurse is off
+Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart
+Till it bleeds from Bricks to the Persian Gulf
+Light curcuits off, thirty-third if my brain is off
+That explains why my language off
+My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl
+Y'all more like them training bras
+Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared
+For the project flow, with extra stares
+I pass out a vest to wear (bullets'll fly)
+Yo, a hard wire, startin bonfires
+Pullin mask, so you know it's me
+Your weave got more seeds than odb
+Can't smoke wit'cha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
+Def and Wu will open ya
+
+[Method Man]
+Your shit lice
+Baby shake your shit 'fore your shit lice
+Get rich like...
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Word, it's me y'all
+
+We in two sixes, flirtin with bitches
+Dime plush, takin pictures
+"How you doin baby, my name's Ghost
+Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak"
+Seek intelligence, slickest nigga doin it since Grease
+Check out the greys on the side of my waves, my crew doze on Riker's Island
+Stretched out, malled up in the cage
+Pull a? Out on Jimmy Jam, shakes Space Jam
+Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler
+All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come
+Biggie's Versacis, Snow White rabbit
+Hands is like photographic magic
+Funeral love, boohoo when we hug, don't make it a habit
+Hit the gym in two weeks, my back all chisseled
+Elbows unique now, meet the new me
+Ghetto fabulous, Tony Atlas
+Zulu Nation in the 80's, in front of Masey's I start my own Chapters
+Tyco, Nike glow, velvet pose
+Special effects, high-tech armors, murk you after shows
+Supercalifragilisticexbealidosious
+Ghost'll hollar exbefragilisticcalisuper
+Cancoon, catch me in the room eatin group up
+
+[Method Man]
+Shoe fly shoe, Wally dark Clark crew
+Fuck y'all wan' do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two
+And flip like, yellin for the whole click, it's sick like
+The way yo' stank bitch eat a dick like
+Baby shake yo' shit, hold yo' dick like
+Gettin rich like..
+**************************************************
+No HooksRZA:
+Spectacular cardiovascular attacker!
+Shaq's on the track with the blackular
+Puzzler! Rugged slugger, 40 oz guzzla
+Gold nugget fangs punch holes inside your jugular
+Veins... do it quick nicca bi**h, before your brain get drained...
+With the horror you now have become stained...
+Ice cold, like the winter, Eskimo! Enter
+The skill like a splinter! A decimal
+Let's have a festival, Wu-Tang Killer Bees, we...
+(Suuuuuuu!) Ah, intellectual
+Styles break your mind!
+Shine, nigga, shine!
+
+All: We don't need no hooks!
+
+Shaq:
+The Shaq Attaq has risen
+Au concrete PM this is twizm
+Always & forever, forever always attack
+I bring flava to ya ear like Craig Mack!
+Life's a B and then ya D, refer to Nasty Nas Illmatic
+CD, #3 Static!
+You don't want none, ya best to keep lookin'
+AEIOU's a ass-whoopin'! You're tooken
+Into Clear & Present Danger, I'm a perfect stranger
+Quick to rearrange a... outlook, so look out
+So here me comes! Quick to beat you down
+Like the RZA on the drums!
+Change my name like Prince, punks be tremblin'
+My name ain't Shaq no more, call me Superman
+Emblem! Marks, get set, go left
+The Shaq, the RZA, get ready for the Meth!
+
+All: We don't need no hooks!
+
+Method Man:
+Dangersome, comin' mad phat, Terrordome
+Like whadva ak, we can get it on. Break 'em down
+I'm a set it, yeah, ooh dat dirty rat, bring 'em here
+To the mindbender, the deathsender to your ear: Method
+Whatup, hookers? Hoodrats are no goodaz
+It be Tical breakin' rims with the Seven footer:
+Shaq. Bring it to the front, now bring it back
+To the head, black, 'cuz when my Soul Train hit the track
+Target: the Billboard Charts, don't make me start it
+The whole industry is gassed up and now they farted
+My object is destruction, for percussion, rhymes are bustin'
+Got your wholes block duckin'
+Down! The end is here, apocalypse now!
+Gettin' shot, peace'll work it out
+
+(more We don't need no hooks stuff)
+**************************************************
+Outro[Verse 1]
+A-yo, everybody get the fuck out! Right now!
+The Meth Lab is closed, Crystal Meth coming soon!
+Shout out 3rd Digala
+**************************************************
+Method Man - PLO Style (REMIX)Here come the Ruckus
+**************************************************
+Dat’s Dat Shit, Young Zee)
+[Method Man]
+Uh, get ya stank on
+[Radio voice]
+WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN YOUR ASS!
+[Mally G/Jamal]
+My receitals is worth ten titles
+I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you
+I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you
+The shit I spit damaging your vitals
+Nobody ride through like my squad do
+Got all y'all players suicidal
+Actin niggas, take two
+You heard the news, I'ma break it to ya
+We're here to headline the bill and
+Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the villain
+A mic murder for hire, ten grand a killin
+Yo Funk Doc, pass the Glock, this bitch nigga grillin
+I make moves wit my big dog ?bounce?
+Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds
+Y'all know who really lockin this shit down
+When we rock it, don't we all stand out?
+Y'all hazardarious, clear out
+Get ya ass out 'fore I tear it out
+And show you what I'm talkin 'bout
+
+[Chorus: Redman, Method Man (Young Zee)]
+Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha!
+Get ya stoned and get ya wide
+Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
+Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)
+Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)
+Get ya stoned and get ya wide
+Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)
+Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)
+[Redman]
+I'm high-powered, the dog rott weiler
+Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours
+You wet cowards, I'm live wire
+Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive
+Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan printed
+Load it and it goes like summer jam tickets
+Fam can't dig it, pop goes the wea-sel
+You be hidin under your peacoat wit people
+I told cops, roll blocks, no props
+Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both shot
+That's how we go out, are you the thug type?
+To ride down like Hopper from a Bug Life?
+Watch the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
+Your beef in small claims court, Judge Judy
+When you and I meet up, the fight heat up
+Bloody up ya wife beater then light weed up
+
+[Chorus]
+[Method Man]
+I melt wax, Cuban Link chain react
+Breezin through these tracks wit the highest of velocity
+Play me like Monopoly
+Pay me everytime you trespass on my property
+I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
+Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch clockin me
+Possibly I rock well, somebody always watchin me
+Livin in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity
+Undress a kid properly
+When I keeps it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me
+Constant motivation, the god fiend bury kings
+Proper education, Allah sees everything
+How High, just another form of elevation
+That's why I choose to build from the basement
+Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are wastin
+More these Hot Dog MC's next to Nathan
+Allah Math, break the phonograph in half
+Promoters on some bullshit, short wit Johhny cash
+(Dat's dat shit) They got snitches rattin on the click
+(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin over dick
+WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you're young, broke and black
+It's over there, in the ashtray, who got a match?
+
+[Chorus]
+[Young Zee]
+Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin over dick
+[Redman]
+Get ya up and get ya high
+Funk Doc got bitches fightin over dick
+[Method Man]
+Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches fightin over dick
+[Redman (Young Zee)]
+Get ya up and get ya high (All y'all stupid bitches keep fightin over dick)
+Get ya stoned and get ya wide
+Get ya up and get ya high (HIIIIIGH!)
+Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah)
+Get ya stoned and get ya high (Fightin over dick)
+Get ya stoned and get ya high ha
+Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin over dick)
+Get ya stoned and get ya high ha
+**************************************************
+The Setup (2004 Tim Westwood Freestyle)[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Yes I'm in the place for sure!
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+'Til crime pays up
+John Blaze up
+I'm hella hot
+Get that weight up
+This nigga straight up
+Like twelve o' clock
+[?] up
+I mixed it with [?]
+To blow the cake up
+Bet on Jacob
+Might wake up
+Gagged and taped up
+It's us
+Older than dirt
+We fart dust
+Plus we can't get enough of this
+In God we trust
+That's big bucks
+I drive a big-ass truck
+That's just big enough for a big-ass butt
+Errday, (everyday) follow my lead
+And errday, (everyday) I keep weed
+Like all that I need is Mary J
+Want mo' pay
+Gimme mo' chips than Frito-Lay
+So any thoughts of sinking my ship is D.O.A
+That's right family, understand me?
+I boombayeh where you lay, family
+Like Miami, be M.I.A
+Now how high?
+So high that I can kiss the sky
+Who wanna (kiss) be the next ass that's kissed goodbye?
+Speaking my piece, before ya fix ya lips to try
+I'm hotter than greese
+And I got bigger fish to fry
+In this cold world, no tellin' who's supplying the heat
+Who put niggas on Elm Street and hope they die in they sleep?
+I got my sword on, not a average sendin' me in
+What oxymorons, this is where your ending begin
+That's just a method
+If it ain't, I ain't saying it is
+Some call me father like a priest, but I ain't playin' with kids
+Pass the dutch, my blood pressure that's what's up
+And that shit that y'all was writing all day...
+That's my nuts
+Stay focused, stay in ya lane
+I swing a hook like Candyman
+If ya sayin' my name
+Ain't nuthin' change
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Ya know why?
+Cause that tough talk 'ill get ya nowhere fast
+Champagne bottled if ya go there smash
+Hits after midnight and still cash rule
+I'm lovin' Cinderella and her one glass shoe
+I'm is what I'm is and that's all that I'm is
+I've been spoiled, my kids called it like it is
+Watch out now, who buyed his milk as a cow?
+And his fat farm come with a hoe and a plow
+That leave you sleepy
+Defeat me, how?
+You greasy, yo' bitch got a eye on her knee
+They call her "Kneesee"
+Ten years and counting
+It's been me and these two balls now
+And we ain't thinking bout bouncing
+The show ain't over 'til the fat lady sings
+'Til then, I'll see more ass than a fat lady('s) jeans
+Folks wanna picture me broke, watch the birdie
+Then let's get dirty like Westwood and Jersey
+Come on
+**************************************************
+A Special Joint (Intro)[Redman]:
+Do you want to get high man?
+
+[Method Man]:
+I see em. Does Pinochio have wooden balls man?
+
+[Redman]:
+Well yo, I got a joint I've been saving here for a special occasion
+
+[Method Man]:
+Ahh, niggas, bitches, welcome. A full tank of gas, a pound of weed, a bird called Pinky. To the East, driver to the East. Funk Doctor and the Phino
+By the way, this is protected by the red, the track, and Tical. With the key
+
+[Redman]:
+Oh shit where the keys at?
+**************************************************
+All I Need (Bad Boy mix)Chorus:
+You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
+If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real witchu
+Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo
+On top of that you got the good power-U
+
+Verse One:
+Check it out
+Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
+For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me
+Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman
+Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
+There are few things that's forever, my lady
+We can make war or make babies
+Back when I was nuttin
+You made a brother feel like he was something
+That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin
+Even when the skies were gray
+You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay"
+Now that's real to a brother like me baby
+Never ever give my pussy away and keep it tight aight
+And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
+In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids
+Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife
+Just be there for me I'm a make sure we
+Be livin in the fucking lap of luxury
+I'm realizing that cha didn't have to fuck with me
+But cha did now I'm going all out kid
+And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
+
+Chorus 2X
+
+Verse Two:
+I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone
+Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
+Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
+No need to shop around you got the good shit at home
+Even if I'm locked up North you in the world
+Rockin three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo
+It be true me for you that's how it is
+I can be your Noah you can be my Wiz
+Then I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth
+Resurrect the God through birth
+Best believe
+
+Chorus 2X
+**************************************************
+Meth V.S. Chef Part IIYo, blow my nose for me, man
+Word up, man (f*ck them)
+Spit in your mouth, piss on your bitch
+We them wrist getters, everything real bout this, duke
+You f*cking with them niggas that's splashed up, slave master's master
+Dumb move, blast your slut
+We want it all, living in Persia, burn something
+Snow White rose, bulldog ershkama
+Yo take that, drive that around the corner
+Yeah, shit on your crew, nigga, it's Wu
+Rap athletes, the trap sheet bigger than you
+If you ask me, the Cash Rule
+Nigga, eat that pussy, you cat food
+I sneeze on the track, get at you
+I'm sick in the head, I'm getting some head
+If she ain't bout getting some bread, don't get in this bed
+Real talk, mami, you gotta bounce
+Wild like Indians, Al Capone-ians
+Not from Chicago, my gun named Margo
+It's only when we in beef, we humble in deep
+Might kill four-five niggas, die in my sleep
+I argue though, who the best, we hardly know
+I came through in the S, wash me, yo
+Yo, yo, do that for me, go around that car
+Niggas, digging they nose, and digging they ass
+When I got chips, can't none of ya'll dig in my bag
+I pop shit, my killas is black, I got chicks that got chicks
+My real world realer than rap
+I'm hot, bitch, material, Meth, beyond lyrical
+Wake up every morning eat that Captain Crunch cereal
+That's that shit right there
+Dick game super, grupa fish, Cris' Krug' lottos
+I'm a bring it back, one wish
+Fresh to death, I'm always, always Rae in the hallways
+Yeah, always stay
+Ya'll rappers gon' feel my pain, but the other way around
+When it's going down, I'm gon' rain
+That's my chair, nigga, get the f*ck out of it
+Yo, f*ck you, pay me, if Dirt Dog could see me now
+He'd probably say "F*ck you, pay me"
+Blowing smoke clouds, shit's crazy
+Doorag your dome, get wavy, rap ain't done shit for me lately
+It's ass backwards, this game trynna play me
+I bet this never happens to Jay-Z
+Get money, f*ck them haters, real talk
+Pay me, play me, weigh he, just the right measurement
+This may happen in a day, G
+I'm a keep it real, for real G's, niggas is lame
+Industry pussies, we can't feel these
+Regardless that I'm paid in flossy, rich in the mind
+I do this for the nine niggas who forced me
+Ya'll niggas is playing me, man
+**************************************************
+Say (radio)[Lauryn][Method Man]
+Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
+Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
+Yeah (Yeah)
+Yeah yeah (Yo)
+
+[Method Man]
+Damn, I hate it when it rain
+Ever since I came in the game
+Some hated on the fame
+A lot of niggas done changed
+And started actin' strange
+Even labels turning they backs
+And started backing lames
+Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin'
+These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name
+Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is
+Radio lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop live
+It lives in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat
+I'm fed up, that nigga rides in 'em, givin 'em sleep
+R.I.P., make me the king of all I see
+And when death call I'm good I got call ID
+See it was planned in the front, now they just gon' front
+Like my joints is on proactive, and they just don't bump
+Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill
+When in fact they all been programmed
+And lost they feel, fo' real
+
+Chorus: [Lauryn](Method Man]
+They've got so much things to say right now
+They've got so much things to say
+They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah)
+They got so much things to say (Yo)
+
+[Method Man]
+Damn, another artist chokes again
+They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin
+See how niggas ain't yo friends, when there ain't no ends
+Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen
+I got what it takes to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash
+Loving the taste of success and this drink in my glass
+Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass till it's gone
+Quicker than Red, can't get rid of them clubs
+When they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's shot
+It's time to learn, what hot really is and really is not
+Off brain niggas, Meth gonna let 'em know off top
+Don't get smacked on dvds, trying to show off blocks
+I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or cause the cops want me
+Shackled and locked inside the penalty box
+And while they waitin' for my shit to flop
+They gettin' pimped like hoes
+Sellin' they ass just to get my spot, come on man
+
+Repeat Chorus
+
+[Method Man]
+Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill
+Often so hungry that they have to steal
+If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
+Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real
+And that ain't worth the time, so search and find a new nerve
+And here's three words: stop working mine
+It take a lot more to hurt my pride
+Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga
+The last album wasn't feeling my style
+This time my foot up in they ass but they feelin' me now
+Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do
+But somehow yall find someway to give a whack review
+It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood
+Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
+Come on man, until you dudes can write some rhymes
+Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines
+
+Repeat Chorus
+**************************************************
+Reporting From The Slums[Intro: Rebecca Raines]
+Should I, could I try to say
+That I want you every way?
+Should I, could I try to say?
+
+[Verse 1: Yah-Sin]
+Another pack to sell, another crack that got knocked in jailed
+While others layin' with the daffodils
+Fuck around and seen the cops was the ones busting
+At your head, damn, little nigga, you ain't done nothing
+Store trips turnin' into corpses
+More sips of that Henny spilled, debts are costin'
+Of course it's Yah-Sin again, makin' fans tremblin'
+And skin 'em and, known to meditate and count Benjamins
+Word to mommy or whoever maker
+You've been climbin' up the stairs, I'm an elevator, tell your neighbor
+That hater attitude is keepin' us down
+They wanna know my secrets now
+Everybody searchin' for a deeper sound
+
+[Hook]
+I'm reportin' from the slums right now
+Another mother, someone just shot down
+The way she cried was a frightening sound
+Man this shit gotta stop somehow
+I'm reportin' from the hood right now
+Another momma, someone's just shot down
+The way she cried was a frightening sound
+Man this shit gotta stop somehow
+It's gotta be a better way out
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Staten Island is iller, off the island they feel us
+Some people might not get us but they don't doubt that we're killers
+The system tryna kill us cause they don't doubt we're guerrillas
+He home after that body then we don't doubt he a squealer
+The dealers, everybody wants nice things
+The realest get murdered over money and dice games, I get it
+If your trap life's a gimmick then everybody a critic
+That's a nice place to visit but they ain't tryin' to live it
+Raw is how I give it like UG
+Cops be askin' questions like, "Who's he?"
+But I ain't sellin' no loosies
+Brother when you walk in that room past, you lose me
+That's why we never kick it like Bruce Lee
+
+[Hook]
+I'm reportin' from the slums right now
+Another mother, someone just shot down
+The way she cried was a frightening sound
+Man this shit gotta stop somehow
+I'm reportin' from the hood right now
+Another momma, someone's just shot down
+The way she cried was a frightening sound
+Man this shit gotta stop somehow
+It's gotta be a better way out
+
+[Verse 3: Spank]
+Sufferin' reality, perseverin' my salary
+Trapped inside the drama like lookin' at Grey's Anatomy
+Thinkin' of ways to capture the plan the creator have for me
+It's principles when you the one takin' care of your faculty
+Test tube, baby, the meth lab, the left jab
+Right hook feel like I million dollars in X tabs
+Gotta be a better way, llamas with me every day
+It's goin' down everywhere, I'm laughin' while they let it spray
+Real niggas' mamas cry, real niggas gotta ride
+Some call it revenge, but still it's a homicide
+Wonder how their father feel, will real niggas shed a tear?
+Or do they only shed blood? They feel like they're forever feared
+
+[Hook]
+I'm reportin' from the slums right now
+Another mother, someone just shot down
+The way she cried was a frightening sound
+Man this shit gotta stop somehow
+I'm reportin' from the hood right now
+Another momma, someone's just shot down
+The way she cried was a frightening sound
+Man this shit gotta stop somehow
+It's gotta be a better way out
+**************************************************
+Hey ZuluTurn the beat up a little bit
+Got to get that part, baby
+I'mma do it like this, baby, I don't give a f*ck, baby
+Yo, yo
+I walk in the spot, and I see niggas standing 'round
+So I ask what's going down
+Got a girl in the back, a blunt in the mouth
+And a chain on my neck, hang to the ground
+Hey, I said how you feel?
+Baby look tough with a gangsta grill
+I ain't rich, but I pay my bill
+I'm like Jay, I'm trying to drop me 'a mil'
+My hood tripping, chrome wheel whipping
+With all these hoes, you can tell I'm slipping
+Shots of Patron, got bird eye vision
+Even broke niggas wanna learn my pimping
+Yeah, yo, let's be clear
+You're unaware what's in the underwear
+She said 'yeah', I said 'yeah'
+Pulled the purp' out and put it in the air
+Aiyo, I smell something burning up
+So I throw it up, and I put it in the air
+(Tell that DJ, turn it up
+While I roll it up, and I, put it in the air)
+{Higher, we gon' take it, higher, watch me move it
+Higher, we put money in the air} Put, put, put, put
+Put it in the air
+When I come up in the club, and I see my niggas on the wall
+And I'm like 'yo, what's wrong with ya'll ?'
+Got these girls in the spot, and I don't care if she a bird or not
+Cuz I ain't really trynna talk to ya'll
+Got a pocket full of stones, grown with a pocket full of bones
+I'm a class act, I follow with the chrome
+Lane switching, got your misses on the phone
+Baby girl, turn ya head and teeth missing out her comb
+Look, I want this money off the books
+Little kush, and a Playboy bunny that can cook
+You wan't the truth? Man, you f*cking with a crook
+But these niggas want the juice, now they f*cking up the jooks
+Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't muthaf*cking care
+Cuz the green is the only thing puffin' over here
+So be clear, put this bug up in your ear
+Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air
+A dude like me, keep a boom boom in the truck
+So you hear Doc rolling up
+Middle finger in the air, to my haters, yo, what's up?
+You can tell Doc f*ck shit up
+Hey, nigga, I'm so hood
+My hand on the pump, niggas understood
+Bitch, I'm no good, I swear
+Light shit up like Times Square, put it in the air
+I got a bottle of Patron, I'm the only one that spent that cash
+But everybody try to get they glass
+Now we can all have a drink, if you trying to put some dough in the bank
+But if not, ya'll can kiss my ass
+I need a, Cinderella that can give me the loot
+Better yet, a French vanilla that can give me the scoop
+Oh yeah, just so we clear, put this bug up in your ear
+Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air
+**************************************************
+All I Need (LP version)Chorus:
+You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
+If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real witchu
+Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo
+On top of that you got the good power-U
+
+Verse One:
+Check it out
+Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
+For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me
+Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman
+Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
+There are few things that's forever, my lady
+We can make war or make babies
+Back when I was nuttin
+You made a brother feel like he was something
+That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin
+Even when the skies were gray
+You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay"
+Now that's real to a brother like me baby
+Never ever give my pussy away and keep it tight aight
+And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
+In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids
+Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife
+Just be there for me I'm a make sure we
+Be livin in the fucking lap of luxury
+I'm realizing that cha didn't have to fuck with me
+But cha did now I'm going all out kid
+And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
+
+Chorus 2X
+
+Verse Two:
+I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone
+Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
+Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
+No need to shop around you got the good shit at home
+Even if I'm locked up North you in the world
+Rockin three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo
+It be true me for you that's how it is
+I can be your Noah you can be my Wiz
+Then I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth
+Resurrect the God through birth
+Best believe
+
+Chorus 2X
+**************************************************
+How Bout DatYo, I hit the 'freeway' after I 'rock the mic'
+Light up like Showtime when they about to fight
+How bout dat, boy, when that truck ride 38's
+Your middle finger up at the light, I'm nice
+Doc ride or die, I bubble up when the pouring peroxide
+It's dirty, lookie here
+Still sharp like I'm back in school
+It's like Wonder Blade, cut a nigga smooth
+Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo, who let the dog loose?
+Whips and chains, I don't wanna argue
+The big whale that's writing fishscale
+Like me, better believe, I'm too hard to harpoon
+My goons, think like Chris Wallace
+'Give me the loot' and I don't wanna talk about it
+When my niggas 'get 'em', that's when I
+Crush the building, how about that?
+Look at my shoes, how about that, nigga?
+(My car, how about that, nigga?)
+{Getting money, how about that, nigga?}
+**************************************************
+Got My Mind Made Up[Verse One: Daz]
+You find an mc like me who's strong
+Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support
+And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though
+With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those
+Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain
+And make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain
+Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star
+Finally realizing who the fuck we are
+When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded
+Would it be the greatest mc of all time
+When I created rhyme for the simple fact
+When I attack I crush your pride
+My intention to ride, every time all night
+I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar
+For me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride
+Breakin in gas with the six-eight all day
+In and out with my pay
+I'm soon to count the bodies...
+
+[Verse Two: 2Pac]
+So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation
+So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin
+We must be based on nothin better than communication
+Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations
+Sorry I left that ass waitin
+No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin
+I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic
+Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt
+You swear the bitch was planted
+My lyrics motivate the planet
+It's similar to Rhythm Nation
+But
+**************************************************
+Konichiwa Bi**chesKonichiwa bi*ches
+Konichiwa bi*ches
+What up, what up, these n****z suck?
+They can't hold a fort, better hold that thought, B
+If I can't get it off, see my attitude is MSG
+F*** it, I'm salty, the game been loss me
+Pay ya dues, it cost me, who acting like I'm past my prime
+Hey Carlton Fisk, n****, pass the nine, who wanna cross me, now?
+And put my body in the lost and found
+You with the business, then bust off a round
+It's like the passions of Christ, get crucified just for having that ice
+And the audacity for having that life, while n****z starving and s***
+The main reason they be robbing and s***
+The same reason you've been targeted b****
+(These n****z must of forgot)
+The thin line between a hoe and a trick
+Give 'em the clip between the four and the fifth
+(Yea, motherf***er I'm high)
+There I go again, blowing a spliff
+When I exhale, it's like I'm blowing a kiss
+(Konichiwa bi*ches)
+N.Y.C., is all I see, O.D.B., n****, R.I.P
+(Konichiwa bi*ches)
+This Killa Beez on ya M.I.C., you want it all
+Well, then y'all like me
+(Konichiwa bi*ches)
+Come on, come on, I think they playing my song
+I came to blow them out the frame and I'm gone
+(Konichiwa bi*ches)
+M E T, to the H O D, why motherf***ers wanna hate on me?
+(Konichiwa bi*ches)
+For every rhyme, there's a hair on my chest
+Scared of the Man, you should be scared of the Meth
+Now every damn that I drop, is homicidal, that could dare to be done
+There's no survival, now who care to be next?
+(If you don't know me by now)
+Know where the borough is, doing it for
+The most thoroughest, you doing the most, pa
+The French call it "forpa" when f***ing with son
+The odds a hundred to none, too many flavors
+Y'all ain't f***ing with one
+It's getting deep, see the plot thicker
+No place to be, if you b*****, n****
+Outside the Clan, we always got RZA
+I put it down, like I don't give a
+One in the head, I bet he don't get up
+We drinking malt liquor out of your Benz
+Just to talk slicker then paint a scene that you can all picture
+You going in? Well, let me walk with cha
+It's Method Man, but for short Mr., Mef
+(Konichiwa bi*ches)
+N.Y.C., is all I see, O.D.B., n****, R.I.P
+(Konichiwa bi*ches)
+This Killa Beez on ya M.I.C., you want it all
+Well, then y'all like me
+(Konichiwa bi*ches)
+Come on, come on, I think they playing my song
+I came to blow them out the frame and I'm gone
+(Konichiwa bi*ches)
+M E T, to the H O D, why motherf***ers wanna hate on me?
+(Konichiwa bi*ches)
+Konichiwa bi*ches
+Konichiwa bi*ches
+Konichiwa bi*ches
+Konichiwa bi*ches
+**************************************************
+Uh Huh (remix) (produced by J-Love)"Bus driver -- this here gal refused to give me her seat!"
+
+[Intro: Method Man]
+Everybody... huh, yeah
+Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now, uh, yeah, yo
+
+[Method Man]
+What up my people equal?, this be Tical: The Prequel
+Shine up the desert eagle, light up that extra lethal
+I mean that "ooh wee", three years and two g's
+I'm back with new trees, I wrapped in loose leafs
+While ya'll was just rappin', who get the set crackin'?
+Just like a neck snappin', let's get this next platinum
+What's happ'n Def Jam? Remember Meth Man?
+I held your hand through them years when ya'll was stressed, fam
+That's why I still love you and Russell still hustle
+Let's get to pumpin' iron, and flex some real muscle
+Up in this bitch due, my click is Rick Rude
+And I ain't got the ivory, this ain't the flick, dude
+Somebody told me, ya'll can't hold me
+Naughty By Nature, do my dirt all by my lonely
+You need back off bitch, you don't know me
+Got to leave these hoes alone, they too nosey
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Meth is killin', M.C. killin'
+What more can I say, stop grillin'
+That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood
+And since ya'll understood... would you?
+Would you? Would you? Would you?
+Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
+That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
+
+[Method Man]
+Ok, the love issue, don't let that love get you
+My brothers love pistol, doin' they thug dizzle
+Bet ya'll ain't know, did you?, that I'm a pro, did you?
+Until the flow hit you, fuck it, I'm official
+Bone wit more gristle, thrown from chrome nickel
+Place that don't tickle, can't wait to zone wit you
+I'm hard as stone chisel, Meth got his own little
+Formula to go triple -- for shizzle
+Ya'll know my occupation, I'm puttin' in the work
+So any imitation, I'm puttin' in the dirt
+That shit is aggravatin', why ya'll procrastinatin'
+I got some massive waitin', and she probably masturbatin'
+Welcome to New Yitty, where half is two fifty
+If I got a problem, then that's one problem too many
+So don't tempt me, I'll bust until I'm empty
+Swiftly, that way, I get the chance to take you with me, muthafucka!
+
+[Chorus]
+[Method Man]
+Yo, I got style, H rap round, back up and back down
+Act up, we back clown, last up to bat now
+It's me Ticallion, swing like Barry Bonds
+Mommy got a ratty thong, happy cuz daddy gone
+Turn it up it a little bit, a notch, and it'll get
+Cook it once the griddle gets so hot, good lookin' kid
+Ok, now where was I? Prepared, was I
+Your man broke his jaw tryin' to say what I
+Say on this mic, not a day in your life, could ya
+Say I ain't nice, could ya? If I ain't nice, would ya?
+Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come her, she stuntin'
+Can hear me "cummin'" like my dick's in her ear or somethin'
+I put that on my momma, she put that on her kids
+He put that chrome on your dome and blowed ya fuckin' wig
+That's how it is, ask Bobby Dig'
+We back on your block, with 'nuff shots to give, muthafucka!
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+**************************************************
+Intro (Tical 0: The Prequel )(rza)
+
+Yeah what up yo
+This is the rza aka buddah zig zag in tha law
+I wanna run the ultima tical
+The prequel
+Starring wu tang brotha numbah 1
+The m-e-t-h-o-you-n
+Aka johnny blaze
+Aka hot nicks the iron lung
+Big john studd johnny storm
+Check it out yo
+Our brother meth is about to take you on some wuddah
+And the unswarn chambers of the wu tang universe
+So I want all my nizza wit all my wizards
+Big big bag of rizza ticuriny and blizzards
+And sit back as johnny blaze takes you on a ride to the upper side
+Piece of the wu tang family
+Ten years strong forty for your albums sold
+Platinumb gold and the sagas continue
+
+(johnny blaze)
+
+Alright lets do it
+**************************************************
+Where’s Method Man?Satayin ed lover on the microphone, BLAZIN hittin you in your head yo
+That was a fat joint that was the Wu-Tang dude ha hoo ha hoo ha word up
+Man, speakin of the Wu-Tang where the f**k is method man?! i mean god
+Damn how long is it going to take one nigga to make another album, i
+Mean come on i'm sittin here scratching my BALLS, dog i'm thirsty, i got
+A big cup of Method Man lemon aid right here nigga, i need to drink this
+Shit, hit me with another album dog, anybody seen this motherf**ker?
+Imean somebody call me somebody from staton island, long island, i don't
+Give a f**k if you from warchester massachussettes, if you see method
+Man, get at a nigga so i know wear he at man Meth! when you gonna do
+Another album? Mr. Tical, Johnny Blaze, method man ktallion stallion
+Flyin glyion what ever you call your f**kin self, could you please hit
+These niggas with another album please, i bet you he somewhere getting
+Blazed up with redman, you know what meth you don't want to make another
+Album, ah you know what you don't want to make another album, f**k you
+Whatever man
+**************************************************
+Bring the Pain (Chemical Brothers Remix)[Intro: Method Man]
+Chemical, brothers
+Chemical, brothers
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
+Let's go inside my astral plane
+Find out my mental, based on instrumental
+Records, hey, so I can write monumental
+Methods, I'm not the King
+But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the CREAM
+Check it, just how deep can shit get
+Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
+In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over
+Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Krossed
+Who da boss? Niggas get tossed to the side
+And I'm the dark side of the Forcе
+Of course it's the Method, Man from thе Wu-Tang Clan
+I be hectic, and comin' for the head piece, protect it
+Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
+Bustin' at me, bruh, now bust it
+
+Quick on the draw with my hands on the four-
+Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
+Check it, 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
+Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof
+Huh, vodka, no OJ, no straw
+When you give it to me, ayy, give it to me raw
+I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
+Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
+I don't need no chemical blow to pull a ho
+All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'
+
+[Bridge: Method Man]
+On your left, south
+On your left, south
+On your left, south
+On your left, southpaw, Mr. Meth
+
+[Interlude: Booster & (Method Man)]
+When I was a likle stereo (Stereo)
+I listen to some Cham-pi-on (Champion)
+I always wonda (wondered)
+When I will be di numba one (Tical! Hahaha)
+And now yuh listen to di Gorgon (Gorgon)
+And a Gorgon sound a Rein
+An' any jump and come tes' mi (Test me)
+Mi a-go lick out dem brain
+
+[Bridge: Method Man]
+Is it real, son?
+Is it real, son?
+Is it real, son?
+I came to bring the pain hardcore from the...
+Chemical, brothers
+Chemical, brothers
+Chemical, brothers
+Chemical, brothers
+Chemical, brothers (Is it real, son?)
+Chemical, brothers (Is it real, son?)
+Chemical, brothers (Is it real, son?)
+Chemical, brothers
+
+[Interlude: Booster & (Method Man)]
+When I was a likle stereo (Stereo)
+I listen to some Cham-pi-on (Champion)
+I always wonda (wondered)
+When I will be di numba one (Tical! Hahaha)
+And now yuh listen to di Gorgon (Gorgon)
+And a Gorgon sound a Rein
+An' any jump and come tes' mi (Test me)
+Mi a-go lick out dem brain
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
+**************************************************
+Say (main)[Lauryn][Method Man]
+Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
+Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
+Yeah (Yeah)
+Yeah yeah (Yo)
+
+[Method Man]
+Damn, I hate it when it rain
+Ever since I came in the game
+Some hated on the fame
+A lot of niggas done changed
+And started actin' strange
+Even labels turning they backs
+And started backing lames
+Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin'
+These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name
+Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is
+Radio lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop live
+It lives in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat
+I'm fed up, that nigga rides in 'em, givin 'em sleep
+R.I.P., make me the king of all I see
+And when death call I'm good I got call ID
+See it was planned in the front, now they just gon' front
+Like my joints is on proactive, and they just don't bump
+Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill
+When in fact they all been programmed
+And lost they feel, fo' real
+
+Chorus: [Lauryn](Method Man]
+They've got so much things to say right now
+They've got so much things to say
+They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah)
+They got so much things to say (Yo)
+
+[Method Man]
+Damn, another artist chokes again
+They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin
+See how niggas ain't yo friends, when there ain't no ends
+Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen
+I got what it takes to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash
+Loving the taste of success and this drink in my glass
+Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass till it's gone
+Quicker than Red, can't get rid of them clubs
+When they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's shot
+It's time to learn, what hot really is and really is not
+Off brain niggas, Meth gonna let 'em know off top
+Don't get smacked on dvds, trying to show off blocks
+I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or cause the cops want me
+Shackled and locked inside the penalty box
+And while they waitin' for my shit to flop
+They gettin' pimped like hoes
+Sellin' they ass just to get my spot, come on man
+
+Repeat Chorus
+
+[Method Man]
+Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill
+Often so hungry that they have to steal
+If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
+Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real
+And that ain't worth the time, so search and find a new nerve
+And here's three words: stop working mine
+It take a lot more to hurt my pride
+Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga
+The last album wasn't feeling my style
+This time my foot up in they ass but they feelin' me now
+Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do
+But somehow yall find someway to give a whack review
+It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood
+Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
+Come on man, until you dudes can write some rhymes
+Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines
+
+Repeat Chorus
+**************************************************
+Dirty DancinYou know God damn well I don't smoke this shit Meth
+Know damn well I don't smoke this sheyit
+Know damn well!
+I remember when we used to go down to the creek
+Member when we used to go down to the creek?
+And used to dip your head in the water?
+Everybody thought you had it in you, you know
+You used to jump out the water
+The water used to glisten alllllll over your bohhhhhhdy
+What? I said the water used to glisten alllllll over your bohhhhhhdy
+Clean out my vocals
+Yeah, I said YEAH
+I said zuckazuhzuhzuh, zuckazuhzuh
+Chkccha ckchcka Brooklyn, zucka Zoo
+C'mon baby baby, baby, baby
+Baby, baby, baby, c'mon!
+Superlogical this, superlogical that
+I detect a nigga dialect by the way he rap
+I elect myself President MC
+My career so intelligent, unique physique
+Then with mathematics, not democratic
+Static, topic, Asiatic
+Zssshuh, them unique, never leak, brlaharl...
+Bring it on back
+Superlogical this, superlogical that
+I detect your dialect by the way you rappp!
+I elect myself President MC
+My career so intelligent, unique physique
+Doin mathematics and I'm not democratci
+No static, topic, I'm Asiatic
+See, I'm Unique, never... blarhalal...
+Crazy, lurkin in the shadows, I'm shady, sheisty
+Get your weight up, don't take me lightly
+Blasted, dirty to the grain I be stained with the madness
+It's the Meth-Tical with the Bastard
+MZA MZA my name is the Ol Dirty Bas
+My gammmmme, to kick your ass
+Dnnah duh dnnh dnnh duh duh!
+Dnnah dnh duh duh duh dahhhhhh!
+Flip and relax, take an Ex-Lax, I'm shittin
+On the industry that was frontin now they missin
+What everybody else is gettin
+Cuz they wasn't representin the real...
+...appeal, like me and, old time
+When it comes to the microphone who killed the swine?
+Be the original G
+Do the rhymin on time and in the place to be
+You are now in my trance
+You are getting sleeeeeepyyyyyy
+You are now getting sleeeepyyyyy
+And sleeeeppieeerrrrr
+And sleepy, and sleepy
+This one here's for my people, my people
+Enter the 36 chambers, the sequel
+Part two, for me and the cipher troop
+With the Teflon lyrics that you can't get through
+With the twenty-two automatic rap you pack, what?
+You ain't hittin with that wack shit you kickin
+Straight from the beginning, of the game
+All the way to the ninth inning, I bring the pain
+Dark like the midnight train on the track by the RZA
+Diesel like Arnold Schwarzanegger
+The hardware, choose the hardware
+Ask you a question, test the Ason
+Extra extra, read the drama and thennn another one
+Which you intrigue, do your rap fatigue in the...
+Ohhhh....
+Here I go, aauhhh
+Yeahhh...
+(shit that makes me high)
+**************************************************
+Say (Call Out)[Lauryn][Method Man]
+Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
+Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
+Yeah (Yeah)
+Yeah yeah (Yo)
+
+[Method Man]
+Damn, I hate it when it rain
+Ever since I came in the game
+Some hated on the fame
+A lot of niggas done changed
+And started actin' strange
+Even labels turning they backs
+And started backing lames
+Radio is the same, whole lotta speculatin'
+These mutherfuckas defacatin' on the name
+Wu-Tang, if this is where the hip-hop is
+Radio lyin' then, that ain't where hip-hop live
+It lives in the streets, we eat to live they livin' to eat
+I'm fed up, that nigga rides in 'em, givin 'em sleep
+R.I.P., make me the king of all I see
+And when death call I'm good I got call ID
+See it was planned in the front, now they just gon' front
+Like my joints is on proactive, and they just don't bump
+Then niggas gon' say I lost my skill
+When in fact they all been programmed
+And lost they feel, fo' real
+
+Chorus: [Lauryn](Method Man]
+They've got so much things to say right now
+They've got so much things to say
+They've got so much things to say right now (Yeah)
+They got so much things to say (Yo)
+
+[Method Man]
+Damn, another artist chokes again
+They ain't cut as close as him or even broke the skin
+See how niggas ain't yo friends, when there ain't no ends
+Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen
+I got what it takes to win, while ya'll are thinking I'm trash
+Loving the taste of success and this drink in my glass
+Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass till it's gone
+Quicker than Red, can't get rid of them clubs
+When they're wrong, call the cops, they credibility's shot
+It's time to learn, what hot really is and really is not
+Off brain niggas, Meth gonna let 'em know off top
+Don't get smacked on dvds, trying to show off blocks
+I can't stop cause my enemies plot, or cause the cops want me
+Shackled and locked inside the penalty box
+And while they waitin' for my shit to flop
+They gettin' pimped like hoes
+Sellin' they ass just to get my spot, come on man
+
+Repeat Chorus
+
+[Method Man]
+Ask Miss Hill, half these critics ain't got half this skill
+Often so hungry that they have to steal
+If I didn't have my deal, and didn't have this mass appeal
+Then I'm back up in that trap, swingin' crack it's real
+And that ain't worth the time, so search and find a new nerve
+And here's three words: stop working mine
+It take a lot more to hurt my pride
+Jerk my vibe more than media lies, cry when dirt dog die nigga
+The last album wasn't feeling my style
+This time my foot up in they ass but they feelin' me now
+Cause Tical, he put his heart in every track he do
+But somehow yall find someway to give a whack review
+It ain't all good, they writin' that I'm Hollywood
+Tryin' to tell you my shit ain't ghetto and they hardly hood
+Come on man, until you dudes can write some rhymes
+Keep that in mind when you find yourself reciting mines
+
+Repeat Chorus
+**************************************************
+Judgement Day (Super Jupiter Remix)[Verse 1]
+As I walk in the shadow of death
+Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
+Your host this E, Mr. H-O-T
+N-I-X, you get splashed with the Tec
+Hands in the air like you just don't care
+You all get a share, there's a party over here
+Year 2000, keep bouncin'
+T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin'
+
+[Chorus]
+(10)
+(9)
+(8)
+(7)
+(6)
+(5)
+(4)
+(3)
+(2)
+(1) Step into millennium
+
+[Verse 1]
+As I walk in the shadow of death
+Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
+Your host this E, Mr. H-O-T
+N-I-X, you get splashed with the Tec
+Nobody go 'til the God say so
+You got a second or more to run for the door
+Before I blow back off the map, contact
+You didn't know Stat' could get down like that
+
+[Chorus]
+(10) Ten let the countdown begin
+(9) I was born in the mind
+(8) Take the head of a snake
+(7) Behold Armageddon
+(6) Ain't no love for the rich
+(5) Only strong will survive
+(4) 'Cause we live by the sword
+(3) Plus sixty degrees
+(2) For the black and the blue
+(1) For the Sun, step into millennium
+
+[Bridge]
+The name of this one is Judgement Day
+No more B.S., can't come out and play
+Kids ain't playing over here, playa
+Kids ain't playing over here, playa
+Kids ain't playing over here, playa
+Kids ain't playing over here, playa
+
+[Chorus]
+(10)
+(9)
+(8)
+(7)
+(6)
+(5)
+(4)
+(3)
+(2)
+(1) Step into millennium
+
+Ten let the countdown begin
+I was born in the mind
+Take the head of a snake
+Behold Armageddon
+Ain't no love for the rich
+Only strong will survive
+'Cause we live by the sword
+Plus sixty degrees
+For the black and the blue
+For the Sun
+
+(10) Ten let the countdown begin
+(9) I was born in the mind
+(8) Take the head of a snake
+(7) Behold Armageddon
+(6) Ain't no love for the rich
+(5) Only strong will survive
+(4) 'Cause we live by the sword
+(3) Plus sixty degrees
+(2) For the black and the blue
+(1) For the Sun, step into millennium
+
+[Bridge]
+The name of this one is Judgement Day
+No more B.S., can't come out and play
+
+[Chorus]
+(10)
+(9)
+(8)
+(7)
+(6)
+(5)
+(4)
+(3)
+(2)
+(1) Step into millennium
+
+(10)
+(9)
+(8)
+(7)
+(6)
+(5)
+(4)
+(3)
+(2)
+(1) Step into millennium
+
+(10)
+(9)
+(8)
+(7)
+(6)
+(5)
+(4)
+(3)
+(2)
+(1) Step into millennium
+**************************************************
+Bring the Pain (Remix)[Intro: Method Man]
+Basically...
+Can't fuck with me
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
+Let's go inside my astral plane
+Find out my mental, based on instrumental
+Records, hey, so I can write monumental
+Methods, I'm not the King
+But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the CREAM
+Check it, just how deep can shit get
+Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
+In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over
+Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Krossed
+Who da boss? Niggas get tossed to the side
+And I'm the dark side of the Force
+Of course it's the Mеthod, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
+I be hectic, and comin' for thе head piece, protect it
+Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus
+Bustin' at me, bruh, now bust it
+Styles, I gets buckwild
+Method Man on some shit, pullin' niggas files
+I'm sick, insane, crazy, driving Miss Daisy
+Out her fucking mind, now I got mine, I'm Swayze
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Is it real, son, is it really real, son? (Yeah)
+Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real (What, yeah)
+Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one (What, uhh)
+Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real—yeah—, uh
+
+[Interlude: Booster & (Method Man)]
+When I was a likle stereo (Stereo)
+I listen to some Cham-pi-on (Champion)
+I always wonda (wondered)
+When I will be di numba one (Tical! Hahaha)
+And now yuh listen to di Gorgon (Gorgon)
+And a Gorgon sound a Rein
+An' any jump and come tes' mi (Test me)
+Mi a-go lick out dem brain (It's like that)
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Brothers want to hang with the Meth, bring the rope
+The only way you'll hang is by the neck, Nigga Bolt
+Off the set, comin' to your projects
+Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
+Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
+Nigga, you can bet your bottom dollar, hey, I bomb shit
+And it's gonna get, even worse, word to God
+It's the Wu, comin' through stickin' niggas for they garments
+Movin' on your left, southpaw, Mr. Meth
+Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
+You can come test, realize you're no contest
+Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
+Quick on the draw with my hands on the four-
+Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
+Check it, 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
+Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof
+Huh, vodka, no OJ, no straw
+When you give it to me, ayy, give it to me raw
+I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
+Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
+I don't need no chemical blow to pull a ho
+All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'
+
+[Break: Method Man]
+What, basically that, Meth-Tical, '94 style
+Word up, we be hazardous
+Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
+We have to stick you
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Is it real, son, is it really real, son?
+Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real
+Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one
+Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real
+
+[Interlude: Method Man]
+I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' cut your kneecaps off
+And make you kneel at some staircase piss
+I'll fuckin' cut your eyelids off
+And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+Is it real, son, is it really real, son?
+Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real
+Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one
+Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+So fuck the ho, fuck the ho
+**************************************************
+Tim Westwood Yonkers Freestyle[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Uh oh you shoulda give me this beat.. I woulda... What?! Hold on, lemme see if I got something for this... no no no no lemme see. Lemme see
+
+Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh uh oh. Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh uh oh
+Crime scenes, coppers and sirens, helicopters and high beams
+The tensions is rising, fiends keeping their pipe clean
+This is what life mean? A dollar and a dream everybody wants nice things
+The kid was only nineteen, holding his chest now he's fighting
+For his last breath, he's seeing death it's frightening
+The grip on the ghetto is tightening, you try to do the right thing they do you just like King
+Now I can hear the night scream, sirens and light beams
+Firing off bad shots, hittin' people they ain't mean to pop
+The neighborhood's in shock, block extremely hot
+'Nother black teen shot that's a dull routine to cops
+They shoulda got good grades, worked a minimum wage
+Now he layin' on that stretcher with nothing in him to save
+Keep it ghetto and whatever ghetto you at
+Just don't love the ghetto, cuase the ghetto don't love you back
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Tryna' be around this music it's therapeutic, first thoughts of the day it's so clear
+When I walk in my head there's a voice that talks, in my ear I can hear it so clear
+[Method Man] You think i'm buggin right?
+
+[Verse 3: U-god]
+
+Listen, oh shit.... Yo
+The average man wouldn't last that long
+She like to work out, run marathons
+She wear tight skirts with no panties on
+She's a six foot one bronze Amazon
+Singin', complaining all the good men is gone
+I'm from Babylon, she reads the Qur'an
+Visits all the jails and the nail salons
+She rock Coco Chanel, her smell was strong
+With skin like velvet she rocked my bed
+She gave me long head, sipping Long Island Red
+She spread eagle at the tip of the bed
+She rubbed on her legs this is what I said
+Rap music's therapeutic to me, rap music's therapeutic to me!
+
+[Verse 4: Method Man]
+Hey yo
+You ain't lived till you made your first million
+And top models wanna swallow your children
+I thought I told you Wu Tang is for the children
+Way before rap movin' crack in your buildings
+Yeah, now what’s the price of rice in China?
+These women tryin' to raise the price on they vagina
+Me? I’m trying to live the life and get the grind up
+Like Diddy, but I ain’t trying to give the Shyne up
+Pop pop, pop-off no question, see Ol' Dirty, like it raw no protection
+When the kid hold court, no objections
+Meth needs his money at the door, no exceptions
+I go hard in the paint on a rapper
+I go harder on a pussy no Viagra
+You think I’m tripping, ain��t into tricking
+But keep a snow bunny in the kitchen
+I’m the master like Killa
+**************************************************
+Break Ups 2 Make Ups (Live)[Intro: Method Man]
+You and I 'til the day we die
+Yo, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man & D'Angelo]
+Ex-girlfriend, how you been?
+I see you still tryin' to fuck with other women men
+Remember when I first met you at your cousin's house?
+A week later, we was crushin' on your mama couch (Ah, no)
+Now it's been said that big girls, they don't cry
+But they damn sure lie, I look you in the eye
+Sayin' you they only
+You and I 'til the day we die
+Said you'd never leave me lonely
+Fly tenderoni, but you phony
+Shoulda listened when my mama told me (Uh)
+Soon as I turn my back, you tryna fuck my homies
+That was then, this is now, I got a new friend
+Evеr since I cut them loose еnds, you wanna bone me
+Add strife to my life, pussy that'll make me think twice
+About leavin' the wife even, picture that
+You ain't want me when you had me
+Now you on your third baby-daddy
+And you hate to see a nigga happy
+So you tryin' mad ways to trap me
+Looking at my girl nasty, tryna throw the pussy at me (Uh)
+Fuck you mean?
+
+[Interlude]
+(Now look at this bitch over here tryin' to act like me)
+(Uh-huh, fuck that bitch, she must like leftovers)
+
+[Chorus: D'Angelo & Method Man]
+I'm still lovin' you, babe (You and I 'til the day we die)
+I'm still lovin' you, babe (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
+I'm still lovin' you, babe (You and I 'til the day we die)
+I'm still lovin' you, babe
+I'm still lovin' you, babe (You and I 'til the day we die)
+I'm still little lovin' you, babe (Ooh, ooh)
+I'm still lovin' you, babe (You and I 'til the day we die)
+Even if you're just — uh-uh, we ain't doin' that
+
+[Outro]
+This is for you, bro
+Blessings always, respect
+Give him his roses now, yo, D'Angelo, yo (Yes, sir)
+Respect
+Method Man, Redman, salute, salute
+Uh, legends, kings, Method Red, DJ Scratch
+Man, they killed that shit! (Oh, my God)
+Oh, my God, that was a, that was a surprise
+Oh, man (Wow)
+They killed that shit, goddamn (Wow, man)
+(So what's next, man?) What's next?
+Shit, since they killed it, I just say we throw on "1000 Deaths"
+**************************************************
+Release Yo’ Delf (New Blood Mix)[Intro: Method Man]
+Keep it movin'
+Keep it movin'
+Keep it movin', we keep it movin'
+Keep it movin', and keep it movin'
+Keep it movin', we keep it movin'
+Keep it movin', and keep it movin'
+Keep it movin', we keep it movin'
+Keep it movin', and keep it movin'
+Keep it movin', baby, we be movin'
+Keep it movin', we keep it mov-, huh
+Keep it movin', we keep it movin'
+Keep it movin', and keep it movin'
+Keep it movin', baby, we be movin'
+Keep it movin', we keep it, mov-, huh
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Check it, I'm the fucking man — who could match it
+Noticed that other niggas' rap styles is bogus
+Doo-doo compared to this versatile voodoo
+Blazing, the stuff that ignites stimulation
+Inside ya, 'cause I be that hell sure provider
+Providing the rhyme that be deep as the Poseidon Adventure
+Niggas need to test they freaking scripture
+For the sickness that be spreading with the quicknеss
+
+[Bridge: Method Man & Blue Raspberry]
+Oh ... oh
+Keep it movin', we keep it movin'
+Keep it movin', we keep it movin'
+Keep it movin', we keep it movin'
+Keep it movin', wе keep it movin'
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Remedies, cousin I be doing on my enemy
+Penalty, then I drink 40s to they memories
+Emotion, coursing through your town street vicinity
+Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity
+I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand if you frontin'
+On any man down with the Clan, I be comin'
+For the headpiece, you can't cope
+For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
+
+[Bridge: Method Man]
+Check it, I'm the fucking man who they mention
+Check it, I'm the fucking man
+Check it
+
+[Chorus: Method Man]
+What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
+Party people getting down
+What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
+Party people getting down
+What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
+What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
+What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
+Party people getting down
+
+[Bridge: Method Man]
+(Bombaclaat)
+Uh, huh, uh, huh
+(Bombaclaat)
+Uh, huh
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+Serial killer style from the Isles of Stat
+My peoples are you with me, where you at?
+Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick
+Niggas looking all in my face like they want dick
+It's about to hit the fan, hit the floor
+That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no more
+What is it? Niggas think they bigger
+Because they got their finger on the trigger of a biscuit
+They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it
+Eat they raw sound, wash it down with a Mistic
+
+[Outro: Method Man & Blue Raspberry]
+Oh ... oh
+Keep it movin', we keep it movin'
+Keep it movin', we keep it movin'
+Keep it movin', we keep it movin'
+Keep it movin', baby, we be movin'
+Uh, huh
+Oh...
+**************************************************
+WNYU 89.1FM Freestyle ’94Method Man - “WNYU 89.1FM Freestyle ‘94”
+[Emcee(s): Method Man]
+[Producer(s): Charlemagne]
+[Additional Vocals: [?]]
+
+[Intro: [?] and Method Man]
+[?]: Yeah, that's Charlemagne, who was in the house earlier.  Mad beats for days.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, just get loose, do your thing.  Let me know when you, when you done.  Let’s go
+Method Man: Ooh, that's kind of banging right there.  Yo, yo
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+My lifestyle's hectic—so what?  I need the duckets
+I know that I’ma die someday, but I'm like, “Fuck it”
+My moms know the way that I live, and she's disgusted
+Just bought a pack of Newports and now I'm busted
+Shit's going down, and I'm not one to miss it
+Jelly upstairs to the lab and get the biscuit
+Brothers making G's on the block, so let's risk it
+Waiting ‘til they go in the spot and try and stick it
+First kid I caught on his way to get the med shit
+Had the loot tucked in his sock like I expected
+Caught him for the loot, the drugs, plus the med shit
+Told the kid, “Run or I’ll shoot.”  He got the message
+Counted up about five bill’, now I'm staffing
+Up the blocks with the crackspot, me and my weapon
+Came through the back with the gat that’s off safety
+Plan: get the money and run, and make it hasty
+But son wanna pull out a gun and try and waste me
+Let off two rounds, I jet, he starts to chase me
+Duck behind a bush and vanish—poof, magic!
+He ran by the bush, I jumped out and I blasted
+Let three shots in his back, now he's a tragic
+Case of what happen to those that got a habit
+So when you see me coming on through, a plot get thick
+Don't try to say that I'm on some shit.  I’m on some militant
+What you wanna do?  What you wanna screw?
+Who you wanna bang?  Yeah
+I'm here for you, son, I got your back as long as
+You keep it real.  Word, I got your back.  Brothers want
+The drama but don't know how to act until the chrome
+Pointed at his dome, head cracked.  Come on, let's keep
+It real, no disguise.  Recognize I'm from a small town
+Called Nigga Do or Nigga Die—that's why
+I'm stressing that brothers keep their thoughts on their lesson
+Resurrect your mind from the essence for real
+Ill block niggas get rocked, like, by the dozen
+What up, cousin?  I give a pound to my lounge nigga
+Feast, my ninja.  Killa Hill, 10304
+But the GZA got me wide, it's going dizza
+Make my way for the Ooh building.  Now I'm
+Chilling with my neighborhood villains, thug life.  It be
+On now, hit the gun pow' as I murk another cow
+Mr. Method show you how niggas do it
+I studied, lived the life of good, bad, and ugly
+Hard time caught a nigga lovely, but that ain't nothing
+Before I die, I'ma leave the world with something
+To remember me by, the real would be I for
+You fronting, ass-out rappers to capture
+I'll rip your world apart like a natural disaster
+I keep it live, something more than ‘85
+I utilize my third eye, got me thinking
+Maybe you and I should get together for whatever
+You'll never be alone, make it lifetime or better
+And you got it now, we be lounging, Tical
+Word, son, I like your style.  Ooh
+
+[Interlude 1: Method Man and [?]]
+Method Man: Yeah, and you don't stop that rock, that rock.  Ooh, yeah, and you don't stop that rock, that rock
+[?]: No doubt, no doubt.  Charlemagne with the beats
+
+[Bridge: Method Man]
+Hah, yep, and it comes back
+To attack like the crack
+With that monkey off your back, what you wanna do?
+Fuck the crew, the F-U Man
+Like my man Eddie, come back
+Your raps is confetti, I tear ‘em to shreds, so be
+Dread (*Burp*)
+Burping on the track like that, come back to rap
+Known to catch wreck on the set be the Method Man
+For sure, Mr. Meth
+
+[Interlude 2: Method Man and [?]]
+Method Man: Haha, yeah, what?  Whoo!  I like this joint.  Who you said made this here?
+[?]: Charlemagne
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Charlemagne, he's the nigga of the year.  I like his style
+Oh my God, he gets buckwild.  This fucking
+Beat is golden.  You said no curses
+But I came back with the verses—aah!—like
+Satanic.  Haha, get dramatic
+‘Cause brothers got to catch a Craftmatic addict
+Type of bed.  You ought to lay down and rest your head
+And catch what I said when I bring
+It back to the bozack
+Grab my joint like that ‘cause it's all good in the hood
+Back, back, back, back to my man Biggie
+Smalls—he's the illest.  Take it
+To my man Willis and Arnold, backbone
+Of Diff'rent Strokes.  We was old folks.  Spread
+Sin through my kin.  Ha
+**************************************************
+Judgement Day (Tricky Remix)[Intro]
+Space, the Final Frontier
+These are the voyages of the Starship Tical
+Whose ongoing mission is to seek out new life
+New worlds, new civilizations
+To boldly go where no man has gone before
+
+[Verse 1]
+As I walk in the shadow of death
+Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
+Your host this E, Mr. H-O-T
+N-I-X, you get splashed with the Tec
+Nobody go 'til the God say so
+You got a second or more to run for the door
+Before I blow back off the map, contact
+You didn't know Stat' could get down like that
+Who want come test rocket launcher, yes
+Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def
+Cats is dead wrong, song's too long
+Get swung on, can't we all get along?
+See my pinkie, see my thumb
+See that kid with the pump shotgun?
+Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
+Hmm, now what's this? Smell like fish
+Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
+You need to douche out your style no doubt
+Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
+Prum-prum-prum on my Shaolin drum
+Niggas don't dare step in the square
+Kids ain't playing over here, playa
+Only one way, and that's my way
+Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day
+
+[Chorus]
+(10) Ten let the countdown begin
+(9) I was born in the mind
+(8) Take the head of a snake
+(7) Behold Armageddon
+(6) Ain't no love for the rich
+(5) Only strong will survive
+(4) 'Cause we live by the sword
+(3) Plus sixty degrees
+(2) For the black and the blue
+(1) For the Sun, step into millennium
+
+[Verse 2]
+The name of this one is Judgement Day
+No more B.S., can't come out and play
+Don't blame me, blame society
+Type of chemistry for a live MC
+Hands in the air like you just don't care
+You all get a share, there's a party over here
+Year 2000, keep bouncin'
+T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin'
+New York's finest, still wildin', Shaolin
+At the full moon howlin'
+Get 'til it's gone, Killa Bee kills
+Only time will reveal like the words in the song
+'Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel
+Niggas don't got to pay my bills
+P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow
+Plant the seed, let the garden grow
+And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine
+Darts pierce your heart like a Valentine
+This my Tale From the Crypt that's sick
+Bloodbath, body bags and shit
+UFC fighting championships
+G.I. Joes with the Kung-Fu Grip
+Now you don't dare step in the square
+Kids ain't playing over here, playa
+Only one way, and that's my way
+Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day
+
+Come on, I said come on
+
+[Chorus]
+(10) Ten let the countdown begin
+(9) I was born in the mind
+(8) Take the head of a snake
+(7) Behold Armageddon
+(6) Ain't no love for the rich
+(5) Only strong will survive
+(4) 'Cause we live by the sword
+(3) Plus sixty degrees
+(2) For the black and the blue
+(1) For the Sun, step into millennium
+
+[Verse 1 repeated]
+As I walk in the shadow of death
+Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
+Your host this E, Mr. H-O-T
+N-I-X, you get splashed with the Tec
+Nobody go 'til the God say so
+You got a second or more to run for the door
+Before I blow back off the map, contact
+You didn't know Stat' could get down like that
+Who want come test rocket launcher, yes
+Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def
+Cats is dead wrong, song's too long
+Get swung on, can't we all get along?
+See my pinkie, see my thumb
+See that kid with the pump shotgun?
+Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
+Hmm, now what's this? Smell like fish
+Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
+You need to douche out your style no doubt
+Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
+Prum-prum-prum on my Shaolin drum
+Niggas don't dare step in the square
+Kids ain't playing over here, playa
+Only one way, and that's my way
+Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day
+
+[Chorus]
+(10) Ten let the countdown begin
+(9) I was born in the mind
+(8) Take the head of a snake
+(7) Behold Armageddon
+(6) Ain't no love for the rich
+(5) Only strong will survive
+(4) 'Cause we live by the sword
+(3) Plus sixty degrees
+(2) For the black and the blue
+(1) For the Sun, step into millennium
+
+[Outro]
+Space, space
+**************************************************
+Built for This (RapMusicHD Remix)[Intro: Method Man]
+I'm built for it nigga, yo straight check me out nigga
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+Sort of like Malcolm at the Audubon
+They coming for me, my time is money, no Audemar
+See bar-for-bar, I keep it pushing no R&R
+No foreign broads and no promotion for foreign cars
+The game is ours, let’s keep it funky who said he was
+Like Staten Island, Italians bleed spaghetti sauce
+If y'all ain't shaking or stacking than y'all already lost
+Already cross the light, Christ I'm ready for em
+Plus anybody that saying no, I’m taking numbers
+I’m taking names, I’ll take your chain take this hunger
+Pain, pain, pain
+Can you feel the thunder and rain I don’t talk it like the rainbow
+I get it done and the game y’all
+Do me a favor, don’t ever play with my ball
+Never been a player-hater I just ain't playing with y'all
+You watching lame but look I’m taking the charge
+Going hard will get you two shots now I’m facing the charge
+
+[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]
+Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
+They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
+But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
+Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
+
+[Verse 2: 2Pac]
+Now, ever since a nigga was a seed
+Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary
+Still ballin', ridin' on these niggas ‘cause they lame
+In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game
+Can you feel me? Blame it on my mama, I'm a thug nigga
+Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
+Tell me if it's on, nigga, then we first to bomb, bust
+On these bitch-made niggas, hit 'em up
+Westside! Ain't nobody loved me as a broke nigga
+Finger on the trigger, Lord forgive me if I smoke niggas
+I love my females strapped, then fuck her from the back
+I get my currency in stacks, California is where I'm at
+Ridin', passed by while these niggas wondered why
+I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
+Did I cry? Hell nah, nigga, tears shed
+For all my homies in the pen, many peers dead; a nigga still ballin' (still ballin') 'til the day I die
+You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker
+Still ballin', niggas wonder why
+You can bring your crew but we remain true, motherfucker
+Still ballin'
+(westside)
+
+[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]
+Sort of like Mike at the United Center
+Madison Square, Boston Garden I straight ignite on niggas
+Lil' nigga your raps ain’t no fire, that shit’ll collapse so don’t try
+I scribble and scratch down in my pad that no lie
+That no fake, that uncut, that straight drop, what the fuck
+I’m pulled over by the jakes, a twenty-eight up in my nuts
+For em took away in cuffs I’d rather lay up in the dust
+Feel like fuck a friend a hundred million haters ain’t enough
+Twist it up
+Life is a blunt and the world is my ash tray
+I got them quarters and them halves just meet me like halfway
+And I need a hundred percent of my profit ain't fucking with half pay
+Ain't taking no shorts or losses bitch we ain't fronting no tag day
+As I can recollect, praying to God this dope’ll stretch
+Turn mobster warners, work these corners like P90X
+Chilling and waiting, patient retaliation just ain't find me yet
+I’ll take it into Heaven, you couldn’t buy me that, remind me that
+
+[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]
+Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
+They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
+But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
+Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
+
+[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]
+Since it's on, I call my nigga Arizona Ron
+From Tucson, push the black Yukon
+Usually had the slow grooves on, mostly rock the Isley (Uh-huh)
+Stupid as a youngin', chose not to move wisely (Ugh)
+Sharper with game, him and his crooks caught a jux
+Heard it was sweet, about 350 apiece
+Ron bought a truck, two bricks laid in the cut
+His peeps got bucked, got locked the fuck up
+That's when Ron vanished, came back speaking Spanish
+Lavish habits, two rings, twenty carats
+Here's a criminal, nigga made America's Most
+Killed his baby mother brother, slit his throat
+The nigga got bagged with the toast
+Weeded, took it to trial, beat it
+Now, he feel he undefeated, he mean it
+"Nothing to lose" tattooed around his gun wounds
+"Everything to gain" embedded in his brain
+And me? I feel the same—for this money, you dying
+Especially if my daughter crying, I ain't lying
+Y'all know the science
+(Niggas bleed just like us) Picture me being scared
+Of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
+
+[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]
+Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
+They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
+But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
+Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
+
+[Verse 5: Snoop Dogg]
+Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, players and pimps
+We'd like to welcome you all to Los Angeles, California
+Run it down the line, Sunset and Vine
+Blew a half a zip by the Hollywood sign
+Scottie once said it gets better with time
+Eastside, Long Beach, but this LA County on minds
+Yeah, this is the sign of the times
+One of a kind, and this might blow your mind
+This ain't no TV show, bow wow, yippie yo
+Standin' on your tippy-toe, nigga here we, here we go
+Crenshaw Boulevard, everywhere niggas hard
+Left 'em burnin' on my auntie's front yard
+Don't disrespect or disregard
+Shout out to the whole motherfuckin' Crip card
+Dip hard, wreck hard, used to pop, lock
+You turn on the wrong street and you will get got
+Move through the city like fee-fi-fo
+Creep slow in a four, motherfuck 5-0
+
+[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]
+Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
+They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
+But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
+Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
+
+[Verse 6: Ice Cube]
+Fake ass ballers who we talkin to (We coming)
+Lying on records bout what you do (We coming)
+The shit y'all doin is played out and through (We coming)
+To come with that shit we come after you
+It's the Don Daddy with the Villain, who you killing
+Oh we hate them, come verbatim with this cap peeling
+Top billin', make a million
+Paparazzi, chase us through the tunnel in the Maserati
+Now they got me on Hard Copy didn't have to shoot Versace
+Yet you still wanna watch me
+Motherfuckers wait they whole fuckin' life and a day
+Hopin' that we can reunite N.W.A
+All purpose, try to serve us, gettin' nervous, more murders
+Shit can just turn into the circus
+Standin' over the carcass
+You look like the kind of nigga that'd press charges
+We the largest, we the biggest, we the Niggas, With the Attitudes
+Wee longitude you latitude, have some gratitude
+To the niggas that started this shit
+Been around forever bitch, we smart at this shit
+
+[Hook x2: Freddie Gibbs]
+Fire up the la let’s go take a ride
+They might catch you by surprise if you let em slide
+But if you’re built for this shit then you might survive
+Guess I’ll see you when you wake up on the other side
+
+[Outro]
+When you forge a weapon, you need three things:
+The right metal, temperatures over fourteen hundred degrees, and someone who wants to kill (kill, kill, kill)
+Here in jungle village, we got all three
+**************************************************
+Judgement Day (Roni Size Remix)[Intro]
+(10) Ten let the countdown begin
+(9) I was born in the mind
+(8) Take the head of a snake
+(7) Behold Armageddon
+(6) Ain't no love for the rich
+(5) Only strong will survive
+(4) 'Cause we live by the sword
+(3) For the black and the blue
+(2) For the Sun
+(1)
+
+(10) Ten let the countdown begin
+(9) I was born in the mind
+(8) Take the head of a snake
+(7) Behold Armageddon
+(6) Ain't no love for the rich
+(5) Only strong will survive
+(4) 'Cause we live by the sword
+(3) For the black and the bluе
+(2) For the Sun
+(1) Step into millennium
+
+To boldly go whеre no man has gone before
+
+[Verse 1]
+As I walk in the shadow of death
+Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
+Your host this E, Mr. H-O-T
+N-I-X, you get splashed with the Tec
+Nobody go 'til the God say so
+You got a second or more to run for the door
+Before I blow back off the map, contact
+You didn't know Stat' could get down like that
+Who want come test rocket launcher, yes
+Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def
+Cats is dead wrong, song's too long
+Get swung on, can't we all get along?
+See my pinkie, see my thumb
+See that kid with the pump shotgun?
+Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
+Hmm, now what's this? Smell like fish
+Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
+You need to douche out your style no doubt
+Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
+Prum-prum-prum on my Shaolin drum
+Niggas don't dare step in the square
+Kids ain't playing over here, playa
+Only one way, and that's my way
+Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day
+
+[Chorus]
+(10) Ten let the countdown begin
+(9) I was born in the mind
+(8) Take the head of a snake
+(7) Behold Armageddon
+(6) Ain't no love for the rich
+(5) Only strong will survive
+(4) 'Cause we live by the sword
+(3) Plus sixty degrees
+(2) For the black and the blue
+(1) For the Sun, step into millennium
+
+[Verse 2]
+The name of this one is Judgement Day
+No more B.S., can't come out and play
+Don't blame me, blame society
+Type of chemistry for a live MC
+Hands in the air like you just don't care
+You all get a share, there's a party over here
+Year 2000, keep bouncin'
+T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin'
+New York's finest, still wildin', Shaolin
+At the full moon howlin'
+Get 'til it's gone, Killa Bee kills
+Only time will reveal like the words in the song
+'Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel
+Niggas don't got to pay my bills
+P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow
+Plant the seed, let the garden grow
+And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine
+Darts pierce your heart like a Valentine
+This my Tale From the Crypt that's sick
+Bloodbath, body bags and shit
+UFC fighting championships
+G.I. Joes with the Kung-Fu Grip
+Now you don't dare step in the square
+Kids ain't playing over here, playa
+Only one way, and that's my way
+Grim Reaper calling, Judgement Day
+
+Come on, I said come on
+
+[Chorus]
+(10) Ten let the countdown begin
+(9) I was born in the mind
+(8) Take the head of a snake
+(7) Behold Armageddon
+(6) Ain't no love for the rich
+(5) Only strong will survive
+(4) 'Cause we live by the sword
+(3) For the black and the blue
+(2) For the Sun
+(1) For the Sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun
+For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun
+For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun
+Step into millennium
+
+[Bridge]
+Come on, I said come on
+Come on, I said come on
+
+[Chorus]
+(10) Ten let the countdown begin
+(9) I was born in the mind
+(8) Take the head of a snake
+(7) Behold Armageddon
+(6) Ain't no love for the rich
+(5) Only strong will survive
+(4) 'Cause we live by the sword
+(3) For the black and the blue
+(2) For the Sun
+(1) For the Sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun
+For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun
+For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun
+Step into millennium
+**************************************************
+Judgement Day (Roni Size Dub Remix)[Intro]
+(10) Ten let the countdown begin
+(9) I was born in the mind
+(8) Take the head of a snake
+(7) Behold Armageddon
+(6) Ain't no love for the rich
+(5) Only strong will survive
+(4) 'Cause we live by the sword
+(3) For the black and the blue
+(2) For the Sun
+(1)
+
+(10) Ten let the countdown begin
+(9) I was born in the mind
+(8) Take the head of a snake
+(7) Behold Armageddon
+(6) Ain't no love for the rich
+(5) Only strong will survive
+(4) 'Cause we live by the sword
+(3) For the black and the bluе
+(2) For the Sun
+(1) Step into millennium
+
+[Refrain]
+Comе on, I said come on
+I said come on
+Come on, I said come on
+
+[Chorus]
+(10) Ten let the countdown begin
+(9) I was born in the mind
+(8) Take the head of a snake
+(7) Behold Armageddon
+(6) Ain't no love for the rich
+(5) Only strong will survive
+(4) 'Cause we live by the sword
+(3) For the black and the blue
+(2) For the Sun
+(1) For the Sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun
+For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun
+For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun
+Step into millennium
+
+[Refrain]
+Come on, I said come on
+Come on, I said come on
+
+[Chorus]
+(10) Ten let the countdown begin
+(9) I was born in the mind
+(8) Take the head of a snake
+(7) Behold Armageddon
+(6) Ain't no love for the rich
+(5) Only strong will survive
+(4) 'Cause we live by the sword
+(3) For the black and the blue
+(2) For the Sun
+(1) For the Sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun
+For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun
+For the sun, for the sun, for the sun, for the sun
+Step into millennium
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