Method Man
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MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"1, 2, 1, 2"
(feat. Redman)
"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
Whats 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
Thats right it's goin down
Redman, Method Man blackin the funk out
Now listen
(feat. Redman)
"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
Whats 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
Thats right it's goin down
Redman, Method Man blackin the funk out
Now listen
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"2 Minutes Of Your Time"
"2 Minutes Of Your Time"
I wrote this verse on the 25th,
But half a y’all just aint 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.
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 Tupac & Biggy 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, whats 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.
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 Tupac & Biggy back.
"2 Minutes Of Your Time"
I wrote this verse on the 25th,
But half a y’all just aint 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.
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 Tupac & Biggy 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, whats 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.
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 Tupac & Biggy back.
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"2 Tears In A Bucket"
"2 Tears In A Bucket"
[Sheek]
Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine
When I take it out the box, I represent Lox
Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button
So I charge out more, want it all at the door
Fuck heat, Sheek walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill?
How its gon' look when I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin How High (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
Bitch you can call me what you want, 'cuz I'll Be Dat (Be Dat)
Get off my dick, I don't care about no jewels
Long as the condo's paid and the truck I choose
I'm tellin y'all niggas, if its not double R
I'ma spell my name out on the side of your car
[Chorus:]
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on nooooowwwww
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on nooooowwwww
[Redman]
I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw when I ride
I glow like the pegs in Lite-Brite
3000 bolts of lightening when fly the right kite
Me and Meth be hennesey, two ice cubes
We can draw (Choose your weapons) or do I choose?
When I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit for this move and pick
My avalanche it came with, ten feet of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam half eskimo
My flows move like endo
Turn ten nickels into ten loads, outta ten stoves
Ride the crash course, do the math on it
Swizz Beats you can ride Amtrak on it
But I'm on it, grillin with George Foreman
Ya peeps is at the Grammy awards cornin
The ice, the fat wallet son, I won it
In the helicopter, warmin before morning
Def Jam nigga, Redman nigga, Doc
Fuck ya momma on my sweat band nigga
You tough guys will get smacked in the club
With the gun I bought from Mack in the club
Its P-P-P from Bricks to Brook-nam (Come on)
Bring me some more ass to whoop on
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Look what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror
Scoop of high yellow cinderella, Meth forever
Never rush a rhyme, hook could never bust my nine
But if I have to, I have to, its all in the mind
I stay ahead of time while y'all fallin behind
Tryin to relight ya lime, its a crime when I drop ?? design
That tick it, tick boom, blow your mind
Yeah me, M-E-T, H, the O, the D
Can't be done like tryin to find a penny in the sea
Nigga run for cover son go and get them guns
Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and gettin ones
Swizz Beat the track in the head, but I instead
Pull my ?dart gun? and bust sixteen until its dead
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chain
Yellin Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
[Chorus]
"2 Tears In A Bucket"
[Sheek]
Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine
When I take it out the box, I represent Lox
Now when I flow, you hit the rewind button
So I charge out more, want it all at the door
Fuck heat, Sheek walk around with an oven
Who you gonna kill with that little Foreman grill?
How its gon' look when I come through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by, back open pumpin How High (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
Bitch you can call me what you want, 'cuz I'll Be Dat (Be Dat)
Get off my dick, I don't care about no jewels
Long as the condo's paid and the truck I choose
I'm tellin y'all niggas, if its not double R
I'ma spell my name out on the side of your car
[Chorus:]
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on nooooowwwww
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high with us
If you wanna get down with us
Come on nooooowwwww
[Redman]
I got a twin cam exhaust connected to the jaw
A five speed clutch on my paw when I ride
I glow like the pegs in Lite-Brite
3000 bolts of lightening when fly the right kite
Me and Meth be hennesey, two ice cubes
We can draw (Choose your weapons) or do I choose?
When I choose the grip, one shot lose your hip
I hope your shoes fit for this move and pick
My avalanche it came with, ten feet of snow
I'm cold blooded, my fam half eskimo
My flows move like endo
Turn ten nickels into ten loads, outta ten stoves
Ride the crash course, do the math on it
Swizz Beats you can ride Amtrak on it
But I'm on it, grillin with George Foreman
Ya peeps is at the Grammy awards cornin
The ice, the fat wallet son, I won it
In the helicopter, warmin before morning
Def Jam nigga, Redman nigga, Doc
Fuck ya momma on my sweat band nigga
You tough guys will get smacked in the club
With the gun I bought from Mack in the club
Its P-P-P from Bricks to Brook-nam (Come on)
Bring me some more ass to whoop on
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Look what the cat dragged in
Underground dweller from the cellar bring terror
Scoop of high yellow cinderella, Meth forever
Never rush a rhyme, hook could never bust my nine
But if I have to, I have to, its all in the mind
I stay ahead of time while y'all fallin behind
Tryin to relight ya lime, its a crime when I drop ?? design
That tick it, tick boom, blow your mind
Yeah me, M-E-T, H, the O, the D
Can't be done like tryin to find a penny in the sea
Nigga run for cover son go and get them guns
Y'all ain't from here, don't try to come around and gettin ones
Swizz Beat the track in the head, but I instead
Pull my ?dart gun? and bust sixteen until its dead
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chain
Yellin Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
[Chorus]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"4 Ever"
(feat. Megan Rochell)
"4 Ever"
(feat. Megan Rochell)
[Chorus: 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 niggaz 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
[Chorus]
[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
Niggaz 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
[Chorus]
[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
[Chorus]
(feat. Megan Rochell)
"4 Ever"
(feat. Megan Rochell)
[Chorus: 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 niggaz 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
[Chorus]
[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
Niggaz 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
[Chorus]
[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
[Chorus]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
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"4, 3, 2, 1"
"4, 3, 2, 1"
[Redman] Hahh
[Method] hah
[Method] Yeah
[Redman] yeahhh
[LL Cool J] Make it butter
[Redman] I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
[LL Cool J] No doubt
[Redman] Aiyyo watch yo mouth!
[Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze the hot
[LL Cool J] trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Tical come and get some
[Method Man]
Playin my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Posionous darts sickening, best believe
finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin
on MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
from my punch, watch your son and you
Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who?
Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu
[Redman]
Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin
Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see
When I approach rappers be takin notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic
[Canibus]
I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it
Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics
Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life
When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
if the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff
like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on
for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and
get shot down with a surface-to-air missile
I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
anybody who ain't close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I'm already doin a hundred
when I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it
[DMX]
Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that
See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that
Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?
Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live
Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give
than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don't come back on
This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
[Redman] Aiyyo, one
[Meth] two
[Red] three
[Meth] four
[Red] five
[Meth] six
[Red] seven
Blaze the hot trizack
[Method] Shine like heaven
Seven
[Red] six
[Meth] five
[Red] four
[Meth] three
[Red] two
[Meth] one
[Redman] Come on Mr. Smith, come get some!
[LL Cool J]
When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)
The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur
How dare you step up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun
Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
with one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard")
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike
Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight
Snappin, you ameteur MC's
Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas
For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb
You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize
And I'm daring every MC in the game
to play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line
LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time
"4, 3, 2, 1"
[Redman] Hahh
[Method] hah
[Method] Yeah
[Redman] yeahhh
[LL Cool J] Make it butter
[Redman] I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!
[LL Cool J] No doubt
[Redman] Aiyyo watch yo mouth!
[Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze the hot
[LL Cool J] trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Tical come and get some
[Method Man]
Playin my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Posionous darts sickening, best believe
finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin
on MC's cliche, shot that ricochets
start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
from my punch, watch your son and you
Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who?
Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu
[Redman]
Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro' your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin
Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see
When I approach rappers be takin notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic
[Canibus]
I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it
Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics
Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life
When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
if the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff
like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on
for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot
And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and
get shot down with a surface-to-air missile
I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
anybody who ain't close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I'm already doin a hundred
when I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it
[DMX]
Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that
See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that
Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?
Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live
Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give
than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don't come back on
This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat
[Redman] Aiyyo, one
[Meth] two
[Red] three
[Meth] four
[Red] five
[Meth] six
[Red] seven
Blaze the hot trizack
[Method] Shine like heaven
Seven
[Red] six
[Meth] five
[Red] four
[Meth] three
[Red] two
[Meth] one
[Redman] Come on Mr. Smith, come get some!
[LL Cool J]
When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows
tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)
The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers
You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur
How dare you step up in my dimension
Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention
Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue
I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun
Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces
with one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard")
Every little boy wanna pick up the mic
and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype
But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike
Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight
Snappin, you ameteur MC's
Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas
For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease
Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)
In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb
You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize
And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize
And I'm daring every MC in the game
to play yourself out position, and mention my name
I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name
Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train
Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line
LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"4:20"
(feat. Carlton Fisk, RZA, Streetlife)
"4:20"
(feat. Carlton Fisk, RZA, Streetlife)
[Intro: RZA (Method Man)]
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (roll it up niggaz)
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
Niggaz 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 niggaz is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling
Niggaz 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 niggaz, then put the roach out
Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good
Man, this 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
[Chorus: 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 you either 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, 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 niggaz 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
[Chorus 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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
[Chorus]
(feat. Carlton Fisk, RZA, Streetlife)
"4:20"
(feat. Carlton Fisk, RZA, Streetlife)
[Intro: RZA (Method Man)]
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (roll it up niggaz)
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
Niggaz 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 niggaz is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling
Niggaz 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 niggaz, then put the roach out
Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good
Man, this 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
[Chorus: 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 you either 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, 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 niggaz 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
[Chorus 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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
[Chorus]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"50 Shots"
(feat. Mack Wilds, Streetlife, Cory Gunz)
"50 Shots"
(feat. Mack Wilds, Streetlife, Cory Gunz)
[Chorus - Method Man / Mack Wildsх:]
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 ya’ll 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:]
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 ya’ll 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 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 kittys,
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 chompin
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:]
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 ya’ll 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 3 – Streetlife:]
You could never break me down,
I’m built for this.
Crown fitted for a king I’m victorious.
Its survival of the fit as we are warriors.
For the red, black and green vanglorious.
God body cypher divine,
Dangerous minds,
Spontaneously combine,
It’s the sign of the times.
All things must come to an end,
I’m a 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:]
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 ya’ll 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.
(feat. Mack Wilds, Streetlife, Cory Gunz)
"50 Shots"
(feat. Mack Wilds, Streetlife, Cory Gunz)
[Chorus - Method Man / Mack Wildsх:]
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 ya’ll 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:]
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 ya’ll 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 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 kittys,
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 chompin
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:]
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 ya’ll 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 3 – Streetlife:]
You could never break me down,
I’m built for this.
Crown fitted for a king I’m victorious.
Its survival of the fit as we are warriors.
For the red, black and green vanglorious.
God body cypher divine,
Dangerous minds,
Spontaneously combine,
It’s the sign of the times.
All things must come to an end,
I’m a 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:]
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 ya’ll 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.
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"A Bitch Is A Bitch (Unreleased Freestyle)"
"A Bitch Is A Bitch (Unreleased Freestyle)"
[Method Man]
Ooh yea I'm on my way to get some hay
I'd Rather not say right now, but anyway
I'm Fuckin 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, cuz 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? Fuck 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 aint 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 cuz 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 motherfucka..
Fuck dat Bitch! I'm gonna fuck her!
[Meth talking] (Da fuck 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
"A Bitch Is A Bitch (Unreleased Freestyle)"
[Method Man]
Ooh yea I'm on my way to get some hay
I'd Rather not say right now, but anyway
I'm Fuckin 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, cuz 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? Fuck 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 aint 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 cuz 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 motherfucka..
Fuck dat Bitch! I'm gonna fuck her!
[Meth talking] (Da fuck 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
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- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
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"A Lil Bit"
(with Redman, feat. Melanie Rutherford)
"A Lil Bit"
(with Redman, feat. Melanie Rutherford)
[Chorus: Melanie Rutherford]
If you like it (a lil' bit) I will give you a (a lil' bit)
If you want it (a lil' bit) you can have some more
Now that you spent it (a lil' bit) you can taste it a (a lil' bit)
If you like it (a lil' bit) you can have some more
[Method Man]
Somebody tell honey I'm good, just like a licorice
Meth got 'em stuck in the hood just like a clitoris
Something like this track from Roc', ya'll, ridiculous
Don't touch her if I'm getting my rocks off, she ticklish
Now if I turn it up, shorty if you got a Dutch then we can burn it up
I ain't the type that need to drink to get his courage up
Half ya'll get a drink and think you murderers
[Redman]
Yo, I know you heard of us, Red & Meth, here take a photo
Walk in serious like Miguel Coto
Pimp in my mojo, swing in my logo
Def Squad, Wu-Tang, that's how I do things
Hit my blunt, baby I see your pussy a lil' bit
That's when I know it's on, it's time to head home
And we kick bitches out, around six in the morning
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
O.G. bubblegum, kush burn a bush
See you pussies like to eat out, need to learn to cook
Look, Meth wasn't eating 'em til I learned to juks
Tried to catch something, everytime I work a hook
Now if I crank it up, if I put it in the cup would you drink it up
Ever get caught up in a lie and try to change it up
You got a pocket full of lime, try and blaze it up
[Redman]
When I bust, I sip on that sir, fly to Miami and act up a lil' bit
I know eyes on me, when I count to three
Make believe you was indeed a copied MC
You can smell me a lil' bit, boy, my connect just mailed me a lil' bit
I got that block out of drought, now everybody love me
It's like Beetlejuice, shit gon' get ugly
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
I got to be out, at the club door with the key out
Bouncer at the door trynna tell me put the weed out
Honey got her feet out, the dudes coked up looking skied out
Tapped her on the shoulder like let's be out
Now should I speed it up, you know whisper in her ear, skeet skeet it up
Or should I take it to the crib and try to beat it up
A little candlelight and dinner when we need it up
[Redman]
Yo, another one light the dutch, it's Redman, holla bitch
Fuck you, that means she swallowed it
I do double on the turn, you must learn
Like K-R, the A-R, I grip it firm
If they brought hip hop back, sucker MC's be eating a lil' bit
Redman is on fire, so call him quick
You can reach me at 1-800 Eat-A-Dick
[Chorus]
(with Redman, feat. Melanie Rutherford)
"A Lil Bit"
(with Redman, feat. Melanie Rutherford)
[Chorus: Melanie Rutherford]
If you like it (a lil' bit) I will give you a (a lil' bit)
If you want it (a lil' bit) you can have some more
Now that you spent it (a lil' bit) you can taste it a (a lil' bit)
If you like it (a lil' bit) you can have some more
[Method Man]
Somebody tell honey I'm good, just like a licorice
Meth got 'em stuck in the hood just like a clitoris
Something like this track from Roc', ya'll, ridiculous
Don't touch her if I'm getting my rocks off, she ticklish
Now if I turn it up, shorty if you got a Dutch then we can burn it up
I ain't the type that need to drink to get his courage up
Half ya'll get a drink and think you murderers
[Redman]
Yo, I know you heard of us, Red & Meth, here take a photo
Walk in serious like Miguel Coto
Pimp in my mojo, swing in my logo
Def Squad, Wu-Tang, that's how I do things
Hit my blunt, baby I see your pussy a lil' bit
That's when I know it's on, it's time to head home
And we kick bitches out, around six in the morning
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
O.G. bubblegum, kush burn a bush
See you pussies like to eat out, need to learn to cook
Look, Meth wasn't eating 'em til I learned to juks
Tried to catch something, everytime I work a hook
Now if I crank it up, if I put it in the cup would you drink it up
Ever get caught up in a lie and try to change it up
You got a pocket full of lime, try and blaze it up
[Redman]
When I bust, I sip on that sir, fly to Miami and act up a lil' bit
I know eyes on me, when I count to three
Make believe you was indeed a copied MC
You can smell me a lil' bit, boy, my connect just mailed me a lil' bit
I got that block out of drought, now everybody love me
It's like Beetlejuice, shit gon' get ugly
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
I got to be out, at the club door with the key out
Bouncer at the door trynna tell me put the weed out
Honey got her feet out, the dudes coked up looking skied out
Tapped her on the shoulder like let's be out
Now should I speed it up, you know whisper in her ear, skeet skeet it up
Or should I take it to the crib and try to beat it up
A little candlelight and dinner when we need it up
[Redman]
Yo, another one light the dutch, it's Redman, holla bitch
Fuck you, that means she swallowed it
I do double on the turn, you must learn
Like K-R, the A-R, I grip it firm
If they brought hip hop back, sucker MC's be eating a lil' bit
Redman is on fire, so call him quick
You can reach me at 1-800 Eat-A-Dick
[Chorus]