Method Man 2l2p23

    Method Man

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    Method Man 2l2p23


    Redman

    Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something

    Yo

    Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear

    Its Funk Doc M.E.F., on the world premiere

    From New Jers straight talk, america's best

    Co' Island Stantond Island is where I'm at

    Y'all amateurs act like hoes affendin us

    We're special eders go on tours on banana bus

    D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks

    Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch

    Word to god doc throw more lines then fishin rod

    No stars, we're supergod non recouperb-alls (yo)

    Buttons is pressed to remove the press

    Press a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)

    Set up cones when I'm firing chrom

    I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes

    Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon

    Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done

    Suspects change clothes

    Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove

    Hot to death, cops is vex

    I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex

    Drive by on the baja

    Snatch the cartier watch I

    Boucnce laughing off like clue "HAHA"

    Doc is like poppy, supplying you grand

    So breaka breaka while I turn it to the Shoalin Man



    Method Man

    Foreva underground

    Nigga duck the mic when we come around

    Control hammer like the mighty dog

    Bringin thunda down

    Now you're in store for predator

    Like refugees I come to settle score

    Half-baked medifore, that taste even better raw

    Hardcore holy war

    Hits from the resevoir, southpaw saboteur

    Land sharks get they chin checked when I jabba jaw

    Time to walk my labrodor

    Livin out my dreams, at the same time shatter yours

    Code red fill 'em full of lead

    Greatful dead live from Hemstead

    Tiger Kunk Fu know the ledge

    Check the full fledged knucklehead

    Clam bread, livin on the edge used to be the best

    Jack Frost sniffin at your nose, get your Suddafed

    Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red official budda head

    Off track like O.D.B., I'm too black

    I'm like Zoro, I mark a Wu, sign your back, motherfucka



    Chorus:

    (It aint even a question) This side niggaz too hardcore

    (It aint even a question) That side niggaz too hardcore

    (It aint even a question) In the middle niggaz too hardcore

    So what cha, what cha, what cha, want (What cha want?)



    (It aint even a question) Def Squad niggaz too hardcore

    (It aint even a question) Wu Tang niggaz too hardcore

    (It aint even a question) Def Jam nigga too hardcore

    (Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up) So what cha, what cha, what cha, want?



    Redman

    Yo stomp wit the big dogs

    Sick dog lurkin (Roof Roof)

    Doc bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains

    Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin

    Brick city, stering wheel hurtin

    Prepare y'all fast car for lane mergin

    Hasta manana, y'all crash like that Yanna cock block into gramma

    Got cock in Atlanta, rockin P.P.P. Bandanas

    While we fuck 'em on camera

    It's too late to plant bate for my click to fall

    We dodge boobie-traps and pitfalls and thick fog

    When I tee, LA ride, "It's y'alls"

    Website couldnn't find a site wit macintosh

    On John Walsh

    America's Most, aim for spots to put more in a terrier coat



    Method Man

    Uh huh, we speak for the unheard

    Caught in the matrix

    Sound from the subbasement, "Spread the word"

    Like uncureables from dirty bird, beyond basic

    John Wu these fake niggaz, give 'em replacements

    The thrilla of a park killer

    Bubonic plague any M.C., that swear he illa

    Inject the dufus wit the lupus

    Yukmouth rhymes that leave him toothless

    My filled fly and filled groupless

    Observe the record, livin out my name Repid

    Study man and all his methods

    And through his ethic, learn to expect the unexpected

    One step ahead I, return like Jedi

    Three hours behind your punk ass, catchin a red eye

    First class but cooler than coach, murder he wrote

    On the wall of the bathroom stalls shittin these quotes

    "Fuck you all"

    Scaredy cat kid, duckin these dogs

    You don't like us, then we don't like y'all. Lick The Balls!

    Be easy, speak easy

    This one be off the heazzzaaaayyy

    Like my pubic hair, black and greazzzzzaaayyyy



    Chorus



    (It aint even a question) x5



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    Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Melissa Arnette Elliott (PPL - I), Method Man, Reginald Noble (Redman) (PPL - I)Publicado em 1999ECAD verificado fonograma #1956653 em 07/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM

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