Method Man

[fox69]

"Walk On"
(feat. Redman)

"Walk On"
(feat. Redman)



[Intro: sample (Method Man)]
"Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[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 niggaz
"Walk on"

[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 niggaz 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"

[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 niggaz can top me
So bounce you foes and pull ya shoes up, nigga "Walk on"

[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 niggaz, 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"

[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"

[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"

 

[fox69]

"Water"
(feat. Chedda Bang)

"Water"
(feat. Chedda Bang)



[Verse 1 – Method Man:]
Ridin’ dirty, got a Ruger in your lap
Black suit, 7:30, couple shooters from the trap
They done killed the homie brother
Whatchu supposed to do with that?
Who’s gonna 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 onsite, 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 clicking, it’s a
I’m trying to bury about a trillion
Meth 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 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
That’s my reaction, now react
Once your hood pass revoked, you never get it back
Benz’s, Bentley’s, nah nigga don’t tempt me
Trust I got it on me, I’ma squeeze til 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 nothin sweet

[Chorus x2:]
Time ticking teams clicking, it’s a
I’m trying to bury about a trillion
Meth Lab bitch catch us on ya
And when we coming, we be flowing likes it’s water

 

[fox69]

"We Some Dogs"
(feat. Redman, Snoop Dogg)

"We Some Dogs"
(feat. Redman, Snoop Dogg)



[Redman]
[Chorus repeats 2x]
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

[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...

[Chorus 2x]

[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 Shinshuu 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 Yemen 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

[Chorus 2x]

[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 hoe 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 hoe always down to pull a d-low
On me? No, so there wont 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?

[Chorus]
[Repeating till fade]

 

[fox69]

"Well All Rite Cha"
(feat. Redman)

"Well All Rite Cha"
(feat. Redman)



[Method Man]
Hydro... indo... (buddha!)
Hah... cocoa... yo, ya-ya-yo!
I need some brown weed (lady) all day
I need some brown weed (jenny)
I need some cut (lady, lady)
Now these doors don't open, til after dark
And it ain't til 12 til the party really starts
(Yo, me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right before the fun was about to begin)
Yo yo, one bitten, jabberjaws, tryin to taste the
paper written, kids be bullshittin, I see they flaws
Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest
criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz
find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks
that can give a dick a bad sickness *coughing*
[Redman]
Yo, yo! Yo son excuse me?
(Yo) I'm tryin to earn a million buck or two
The ill MC step in -- (and who the fuck are you?)
Doc start walkin bumpin M.O.P.
To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on sight
So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike
Doc did it, metaphors come AMG kitted
20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so high..
(So high..) so high.. so high..
[Method Man]
Air it out
Iron Lung I be the street soldier, ante up
Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut
slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck
like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck!
Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller
of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola
Caps grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat'
keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather
[Redman]
Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye
Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I.
Aiyyo hoe! Doc be keepin a dope show like Marilyn
Manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling
Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget
Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic
(Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin
Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition!
[M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
[R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo
[R] Is Funk Doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Hot Nix up in the house? (well all rite cha)
[R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha)
[Redman]
Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again
Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm screwin it in
(Aiyyo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds, what?
I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception
B-Boys gather around and act p-noid
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn'
for the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, you're on
Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on
Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on
[Method Man]
Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac
to make your back stiffen, flip the script I act different
The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen
Bitchin over shit you ain't gettin
So finally, puttin in work, the big hurt
MC, with a social disease, and get it first
Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger
Remember me? (The field nigga!)
Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA.. Sharp, and hazardous
Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor
Speed like a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
Showin you the pain I feel from holdin these
black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
they come with batteries included, in wicked ways
[M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
[R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo
[R] Is Funk Diggy in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Meth Diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha)
[R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Mad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha)
cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...
[fades in and out before end]

 

[fox69]

"What The Beat"

"What The Beat"


[DJ Clue]
Ha haaaaa... [echoes]

[Method Man]
Now...now...now...unnhhh..
Professional 2 shit...WHAT!
Staten Island up in this muthafucka...
Mr. Meth rep rep rep rep rep rep...
For the cause
Wu-Tang Killa Beez forever my niggaz
Yeah...we put our draws in it...CLUE! [echoes]

[DJ Clue]
[talking over above Method Man verse]
New Method Man!
Eminem...
Royce...
CLUE! [echoes]

[Method Man]
Niggaz is like "Oh my God not you!"
Yes I'm in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest
No contest, M.E.-Eth Man's obsessed
With sex, drugs and rock & roll
New tecs and calicos!
Word has it we move mathematic on rappers
Who don't add up, you get broke, battered and slapped up
8 million stories in the nekkid call yo man Method
Straight guerilla iller nigga kill a murder record
My verbal shooter does it to ya
The 16-bar Ruger, bustin' yo funky dope manuevers
But I'm not ya Super Lover Cee, I'm the Super Sperm
Splash it on your skin rub it in like it's Lubriderm
10 out of 10 I'll be the...
Men of all men I mean the...
Creme de la creme a schemer...
Sippin' on 'Gnac and Zima...
True professional 2...
(DJ CLUE!)
Now that Bush is president nigga we all through

[DJ Clue]
Wooooooooooord!

[Eminem]
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder
Why I keep on duckin' under the bed when I hear thunder
Cuz I ain't crazy, I say shit that's crazy to crazy people
To make 'em believe I'm crazy so they can relate to me
And maybe believe in Shady so they can be evil baby
I like that! I'm only as crazy as people made me
Believe me, there'll be just as many muthafuckin' murderers
And heroin users without Marlilyn's music
But I figure I make my music I don't care if you use it
To murder somebody, I just wanna be there when you do it!
Now the parents are suein' cuz little Darren is screwin'
Karen and Susan cause I told him to do it on Clue's new shit
Now it's all ruined, the whole world is fucked up
Cuz of me? Two 12-year old girls is knocked up
My attitude's 'fuck it' like Pac's was at one point
Wanna come join? Pick up a glock and just point
Now everybody's killin' everybody and everybody's bloody
And I'm just laughin' like it's funny
Cause I don't really give a shit about no-muthafuckin'-body
I'm so muthafuckin' nutty I don't give a fuck about nuttin'!

[Royce]
My wrist is...water and freeze
And mix this is...audio Jesus the repent shit gets big
Keep it sharp like knife in a pop device
So "Duro you gotta let it bump!", I came from a hard knock life
They say this kid be rude like this can't be true
I suck my own dick like if I had a rib removed
Vampire, sun go down I'm still wylin'
Bullets travel through the air in the night like Phil Collins
Rock City baby knife through your throat 'til you're broke
Rise from the underground like sewer smoke
It's all shifty, I got all-a my dogs wit' me
And they all rich, and still all-a they palms itchy
We'll pump, rumble over birds jungle urge
Walkin' like we talkin' drunk while we stumble over words
Clue *inhale*...Duro *inhale*...Slim *inhale*...Meth *inhale*...
Five *inhale*...Nine *inhale*...Hold up *inhale*...breath

[Method Man]
It's just...Mr. Meth and DJ Clue
I ain't crazy, I just do what the beats say do

[Eminem]
It's just...Slim Shady and DJ Clue
I ain't evil, I just do what the beats say do

[Royce]
Unnh..Royce 5-9 and DJ Clue
I ain't bad, I just do what the beats say do..unnh...

[kiss noise]

[DJ Clue]
DJ Clue!
Desert Storm!
Come oooooooon maaaaaaaan! [echoes]

 

[fox69]

"What The Blood Clot"

"What The Blood Clot"


All I hear is gun shots. Can I touch something?
What the blood claat! Niggaz want tical, make it happen.
You know my fuckin' style, fuck the rappin',
We can take it back to eighty-five if you wanna START actin' like you live
It's all good. I'm rollin' with my clique,
Owls, Packwoods & Phillies, smokin' sess blunts, mixed with illy
Got me bustin', now the whole world looks dusted,
I'm in the area with the skill that never rusted.
For real, nigga, touch it & you burn, when will motherfuckers learn
What be spreadin' like a germ? Ha ha, it's Meth, word.
I be that early bird that got the worm & if you check it
I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message.
It be no question & them bust the second guessin's,
Keep your thoughts on your lessons. What the blood claat!
To tell the truth, you don't amaze me. Killa Hill project,
A Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me. What,
Check the Raderuckus FUCK this,
Smoke a Dutchmaster, have 'em screamin' for the duchess
Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stick my piece
If I don't do it for mydelf, I'm a do it for Kase,
'Cause that's my peoples, I'm giving you injections that be Lethal
Weapon, when niggaz start the half steppin',
Then I get evil. But don't let that negative vibe right there
Mislead you, I'm humble, a fucking Killer Bee,
Far from bumble. I sting you BZT and I bring you
Thirty-six chambers of head banger, bitch,
Why I deal with? I think the mic is on the fritz.
Faggot soundmen! They be sabotagin' shit!
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane...
Methical, let the whole world know my fuckin' name.
What the blood claat!

 

[fox69]

"What You Getting Into"
(feat. Streetlife, Donny Cacsh)

"What You Getting Into"
(feat. Streetlife, Donny Cacsh)



[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 aint getting guap, that shit is poppin like a pimple
Holy as a temple, hair pin trigger so gentle, cant 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

 

[fox69]

"What's Happenin'"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)

"What's Happenin'"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)



[Intro: Busta Rhymes (Method Man)]
Aiyo, Tical? (What up, fam?)
You know Busta-Bust 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 Bust or Meth (find their mentor)
Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time
(Yeah, aiyo) Come on!
[Method Man]
I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain
Tical... I'm bustin' that ass again
I burn like acid rain, that acid slang
These niggaz try'nna see how I come ash again
Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, Meth for president
Be in hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of it
And I ain't yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you ain't fuckin' with that, you must be celibate
Spaz! Just a little, got a sack lookin' fizzle
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 tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less
Think fast (come on) bank cash (come on)
Everybody do it with your stank ass (just come on)
[Chorus: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
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 happening? (come on!)
[Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Yeah... let 'em talk, nigga, come on Bust
(Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz) Yeah!
[Busta Rhymes]
Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up
And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time to move
While I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of your
Figure seating sketching, never believe in your niggaz (come on!)
Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting
Aimin', attackin', instead I'mma let one of my bitches slap you
I ain't watch you when your niggaz'll try
To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant
(Very defiant), once I give you the pressure
And then I apply it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet (sss..
oh)
Captain of this ship, so call me the pilot
I leave you and your crew to collide with me
Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle
That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit
Shot you, worst than a brick and then be torturin' you
And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga!
This shit'll make you..
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
[Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Haha, that's the truth... my nigga
(Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk) Let me talk! (huh)
[Busta Rhymes (Method Man) {both}]
Can't you see what I got for you now
(Shake your big fat ass in front of me now)
To all my high bidders (to all my live niggaz)
{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 when you bout to lose it, my nigga
And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga}
[Busta Rhymes]
See the police coming (what?) Fireman coming (what?)
Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin' (what?)
I love to see it, whenever you and your man frontin' (what?)
Me and Meth'll step to you, quick! And smash somethin' (what?)
[Method Man]
Now who is he? Dope M.C. killin these cowards
Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder
Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it
Get back, runnin' your gap, I can't allow it
[Busta Rhymes]
Well every nigga (set it off) you know we seeing it through God
The streets be needing niggaz like me and you, God
Aiyo, I think we're up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo
Logical, we should of done this shit a long time ago
[Method Man]
I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes
Nasty M.C., I spit flows and spit in they food
Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothin' like a curious child
I'm simply, a boy in the hood, with furious childs (this shit'll make you)
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Method Man)]
[Outro: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Every day, every rotation, come with it! (Let me talk... come on, hah)
(Aiyo God) Yeah, lord? (Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't that some shit?)
That's some shit, actually truthfully, Busta Bust! (Meth Tical!)
Yeah... (yeah, let me know when you wanna do that again, God)
Shit we can do that right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah!

 

[fox69]

"Whatcha Gonna Do"

"Whatcha Gonna Do"


[Chorus]
I say
I can give it to you but whatcha gon do wit it,
I can give it to you but whatcha gon doo [2x]
wha-wha wha-wha whaaat

[Jayo Felony]
I can give it to ya but whatcha gonna do wit it
When Im in Texas Im bumpin' screw music
With Big Mike and Scarface and Luke loop
Me and lil' Crook like Bo and Luke duke
When Im in Miama I go to scoop Luke
To see the peep show and hit the duke shoot
Went to Branson, back to back, Lex coup
Up in "Harlem World" in my Timb boots
Two suckers had beef so I watched them shoot
Called up Benny Rat, copped a bullet proof
Seen T-Funk he took is to the fruit
Then he went to the Tunnell and brought down the roof
Mink coats and moet, bitches drippin sweat
Slang a cassette to Funkmaster Flex
And now Im bumpin' on East Coast tapedecks
Went from Swatch to platinum Rolex
S.D., Jersey we getting more sex
flow next
go next

[Chorus]

[Hook]
Im too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood
Im too sexy for my motherfuckin low ridahh [2x]

[Method Man]
If my niggas cant eat then yall niggaz cant sleep
I just begun to peep Nightmare on Elm Street
Release from Jones Beach to South Beach, capeesh?
Kickin dust as I bust, .... peace
And all them crooked cops on the beat
My niggas bring the funk like your Grandpa feet
Til death do us part, save my bullets for the charts
With darts, like HBO watching after dark
No love for a mark, even less for a trick
That wanna be like Mike, Mike who my ...
Real shit hotness
Run wit my niggas that aint got shit
Pop shit, and peddle poetry for profit
One time, out for mine, but cant stop it
Trying to keep they hands in my pocket
So I bring obnoxious, infected lah that be toxic
Leave the crop scene spotless
Mix the green with the chocolate, heres the topic
Niggas, synchronize your watches
We're goin in, wit nothing but a clan logo
Mr. meth, (DMX!)
Im running loco
motherfucker
[Chorus]

[Hook]

[DMX]
I got a wicked flow and Im gonna kick it yo
Feel the pressure
Snatching niggas up just like a chain off the dresser
Niggas hit me with the best shit then what
I shake that bullshit off [arf arf arf] then go ...
Ive been down too long, cant a motherfucker show me nothing
Y'all .. niggas is duckin me like you owe me something
I got more homies than an esse, but lets say
I couldnt talk you wouldnt walk my way on your best day
The best way you can hope to get close to me
Is right here under my wing like you're supposed to be
The first time you start acting fuckin strange
Best to be ducking range
Talkin shit wearing a fuckin' chain
I break niggaz like promises
Split em' open like Thomas'
And sell more drugs than a pharmacist
Strapped wit nothing but a rhyme a long history of violent crime
Attitude that doesnt mind doing time

[Chorus]

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Where We At (Skit)"
(feat. Redman)

"Where We At (Skit)"
(feat. Redman)



Hi.
My name's Mark.
And I'm white.
I live in a predominantly white neighborhood.
I went to a predominantly white college.
And I have predominantly all white friends.
But at night, while all my white friends are asleep,
I bump this.
[Redman:]
Yo let me ask ya'll a motherfuckin question. Where in the fuck are we at?
[Method Man:]
Where we at? At?
[Redman:]
The bri- the bricks...
[Method Man:]
Shalon...
[Redman:]
Yo
[Method Man:]
Yo. Baby Mamas, baby Daddies. Lend us your motherfuckin ears. What we have here are two boys that are possessed. Possessed by dough, hos, and hydro. Where we at?
[Redman:]
The bri- the bricks...
[Method Man:]
Shalon...
Yo
[Redman:]
Yo. We welcome ya'll motherfuckers back. To the Blackout tape nigga. Side two. And where we at?
The bri- the bricks...
[Method Man:]
Shalon...
Yo
[Redman:]
Yo. Terror in your motherfuckin area.
[Method Man:]
1-0-3-0-4 Detroit. Rock rock on.