Method Man

[fox69]

"Where's Method Man? (Skit)"

"Where's Method Man? (Skit)"


[?] blazin' hip hop and R&B this is your man
Dudu stayin' 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 fuck is Method Man?
I mean goddamn 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 lemonade right here nigga
I need to drink this shit, hit me with another album dog
Anybody seen this motherfucker? I mean somebody call me somebody
From Stanton Island, Long Island, I don't give a fuck if you from
Warchester Massachusetts's, 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 fuckin' 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, fuck you, whatever man

 

[fox69]

"Who Ya Rollin Wit"
(feat. Shawnna, Streetlife)

"Who Ya Rollin Wit"
(feat. Shawnna, Streetlife)



[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

[Chorus: 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 niggaz 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
Niggaz 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

[Chorus]

[Hook 2X w/o "fire" the second time]

[Interlude: Method Man]
Yeah, ya'll niggaz 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

[Chorus]

[Hook 2X]

[Chorus]

[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!

 

[fox69]

"Wings Of The Morning (Dynamic Duo Mix)"

"Wings Of The Morning (Dynamic Duo Mix)"


[Intro: Capleton]
And so great is a man goin to be praised
Selassie I everytime
I say Jah shall execute judgment and justice
and none shall escape, what me say
Selassie I leave em terrified, what me say
[Chorus:]
Boy you better put on the wings of de morning and fly
There is no escape from King Selassie I
Flying on the income must fall to the sea
There is no escape from his Majesty
[Verse One:]
A long time he a tell you bout the duttie square breed
A long time he a tell you bout the brutality
A long time he a tell you bout the him fantasy
But why yo, boat men shan manakhe
But why yo, a-bout the black he body
But why yo, I vote with equality
But why yo, a-bout Marcus Garvey
We there yo, I feel love his Majesty
Selassie I, soul that kept me
Selassie I, for I the trinity
A ex amount of cation been dumped onto me
No stop from wicked them no stop from flee
Ah nowhere to run and there is no void
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Method Man]
Here come that rudebwoy shit, criminology lefit
Legalize dude to get me mega-rich Selassie I
We can all get by if we unify
Gettin chinky eye off the stimuli, blazin the gun
And all that good stuff, six-three walk with a strut
On these New York streets like baby what
Anything can happen, it usually does
I'm from Staten, the Island, peep me on G-Street, Ticallion
Everything is real ain't nuttin fronted
Down a fake rapper haveta bungee
He's in it for the munties, M-O-N-E-Y
But you can't take it witcha when you die, Selassie high
[Verse Three: Capleton]
If you put-ta on de wings and tempt to exit
Then no conjure Christ and none gone bullshit
Ay Selai for the righteous but the wicked are to perish
With them burn the gun and them whole poli-tricks
Half the people dem a turn and half the people dem a twist
Now shoot dem, another ear-trick done perish
Get M some 16 and some rusty-matic
After the whole of them from gone then push up them fists
Leave the ship them a strip, you must get punish
Go ahead, speed up your judgment, stand up boy boy
[Chorus]
So ahh, and one of these day
When you hear a boy faint then uhh
Where you gonna run too, ohhhh woyyyy
I said they gonna run to the rock
and mountain but they will be no rock, no rock
They're gonna run to the rocks
and mountain but they will be no rock, so what we say
[Verse Four: Method Man]
Wu-Tang Clan's in the area, Capleton's in the area
We got Shaolin in the area
Big up yourself black man, my brothers
Hell is the plan for the other, discover, discover, discover, c'mon, c'mon
New lands for you man and your family
Reminesce on back in the days, can it be
it was all so simple then, we all kin
And black-skinned, original Don set the trend
Let's be men, if not for us, then for the babies
The little ones the revolution has now begun
(Put on put on the wings of the morning and fly
There is no escape from King Selassie I!!)
[Outro: Method Man]
Now, owwww, everybody
Get in where you fit in
For nine-five, the nine-nickel
Cold as an icicle, Method Man
Capleton, representing
Dynamic Duo on the track

 

[fox69]

"World Gone Sour (The Lost Kids)"

"World Gone Sour (The Lost Kids)"


Coming back out the cracks of sofas and fanny packs
This ain't a candy rap this is where the candy attacks
See when they're lost that's when their sanity snaps
They break laws, not Jawbreakers, but break jaws.
In fact, real heavy like a monkey on your back
Got some thumb tacks playing pin the donkey with the cat
Bump that, plant a firecracker where you dump at
Right beside the shower where you keep the dick pump at
Oh no they're creeping like some ninjas in the dojo
They'll knock the little man off the horsie on your polos for sure yo
Crushing all your dreams cut the strings in your yoyo
Trade your Lamborghini to your Volvo
Till now I bet you thought 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…
These kids are cruel till the day that they're chewed damn
That's bad news now they're in a bad mood damn
First they're sour then they're sweet little dudes
And they will fight the power till they're food.
Now eat em up, eat em up
Shut up and eat em up
This beat goes hard, I gotta beat it up
It's like I'm young I gotta heat it up.
And when the candy goes wrong gotta eat em up.
Oh snap look what fell out the patch
Right in this fool's lap how uncool is that.
Alright jack, now you're on the wrong side of the map
With a busted GPS on the wrong side of the snacks
That fight back in fact they're rolling like the army
Throw bleach in your laundry then unfold your origami
I like that some snacks are sweeter in the end
But then again, ain't nothing sweeter than revenge
Now they're 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'd like to keep your wallet that's a 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, and these kids ain't worried they play dirty like they're O.D.B.
These kids are cruel till the day that they're chewed damn
That's bad news now they're in a bad mood damn
First they're sour then they're sweet little dudes
And they will fight the power till they're food.
Now eat em up, eat em up
Shut up and eat em up
This beat goes hard, I gotta beat it up
It's like I'm young I gotta heat it up.
And when the candy goes wrong gotta eat em up.

 

[fox69]

"Worldwide"
(feat. Hanz On, Uncle Murda, Chedda Bang)

"Worldwide"
(feat. Hanz On, Uncle Murda, Chedda Bang)



[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,
Tupac 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, its 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

 

[fox69]

"Wu-Tang Cream Team Line Up (a.k.a. 'American Cream Team')"

"Wu-Tang Cream Team Line Up (a.k.a. 'American Cream Team')"


[Rae] Aiyyo, American Cream Team productions, bustin
[THH] Harlem World, Shaolin
[Rae] We back.. and we ain't goin nowhere
Get that? They gonna respect me
(Just just slay on em when you come back)

[The Harlem Hoodz]
Yo, the effervesence of my team be cool, calm
Persuasive, deadly, posessive, manic depressive
In the golden art, (niggaz) get torn apart
in the dark, sharks swim deeper than Noah's Ark
Harlem Hood, Wu breddern, stay rebellin
Better be, careful of the beef that you meddle in
Devilish advocates, death peddlin
Turn another kettle in, we be veterans

Say no more, ?Banky? gonna lay down the law
Got Hoodz that's quick on the draw to sick em on y'all
Them broads that you sweatin, I don't stick em no more
We import dimes from Singapore, bang em on tour
Run down to Sean John, we gon order some more
You got, ones in your crib, then I'm outside your door

[Raekwon the Chef]
Twist a black Dutch up, whattup, crane style, chain style
Magnolium Rock, twenty-eight thou', plus
gorgeous, Star Trek cordless
Finish the (bitch) we in it, need more fish in the fortress
Flashback freeze, shatter in the sweater three keys
Myer Lans' stance, Don Steez

[Chorus: Raekwon]

Yo, take time out, hold your nine out
Polly with the all time lineup, send mine to shine, what?
Cream Team lifestyle, aight now..
.. ground get wiped out, mic fightin on the kite now
Despite thou, go against us, win it right now
Shed light, bring it to light, and move right

[Inspektah Deck]
Another sound boy dyin, crowd noise multiplyin
Don't let the fuzz slide in, bust out the sirens
Sure win, lure em in like exotic women
I smile with the sinister grin to finish him
You [fuckin] with Hoodz, get your goods pushed back
you fraud, pull the wool off your Hollywood act
Throw your body on the tracks, pull the back out your raps
Burn like, the human torch, lookin for collapse
It's the intricate, syndicate, thoughts travel infinite
Thunderous, movin hundreds, we on the run

[Harlem Hoodz]
Who bring that Harlem World Willie (shit) the best, we know
New Jack City 2, ?Banky? be Nino
600 Benz-ino, midnight blue
Put a dime in the front, I'm off to slide pipe through

[Method Man]
Yo, it's us, the Cold Crush, ice (niggaz) plush
Baby what, peep the black dust, diamond in the rough
Give a (fuck), I'm like iodine, see me in the cut?
Playin shadows, ridin on the track side-saddle
Long John Silver, the God on your block like God-zilla
[RRAWWARRR] She gave away my (pussy) I'ma kill her

[Chorus: Raekwon]

Aiyyo, spit for me, hear me, Cream Team
Wake these (niggaz) up they ain't hear me, promotin on Leary
Yo come back, switch slang theory
American Cream with no I in the team, laser beam

[Killa Sin]
Aiyyo I keep my (shit) baggedy, pants saggy, millionaire faculty
backin me up, knee deep for casualties, speak brief
Thoughts like a street sweep, sporadically reach peaks
and spaz out, bitch smack your majesty
Iron palm drillin through your cavity, you want it Dunn how badly
Got eighty cats, creepin in your alley, where your dogz at?

[Chorus: Raekwon]

Yo, take time out, hold your nine out
Polly with the all time lineup, send mine to shine, what?
Cream Team lifestyle, aight now..
.. ground get wiped out, mic fightin on the kite now
Despite thou, go against us, win it right now
Shed light, bring it to light, and move right

"America's Cream Team.."
"Ah-ah-America's Cream Team.."

[Funk Flex]
Uh-huh, what what?
One time baby, big shout to the RZA
Big shout to my man Power
Big shout to Raekwon the Chef, Inspektah Deck
My man Method Man, big shout to my man ?Mel?
Big shout to the Harlem Hoodz
Big up my man Killa Sin
Aight, you know how we do, sixty minutes of funk
Volume Three, Funkmaster Flex aight the final chapter baby

 

[fox69]

"Y.O.U."
(feat. Redman)

"Y.O.U."
(feat. Redman)



[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 Madonna like the dick but she don't like to swallow
Rockin' that product, honey stay up in the beauty-polla'
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 that stuffin' off that English muffin
Can't tell me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin' yo' panic button in 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 ya noggin , I'm creepin' when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, darkening the erea, 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
Niggaz unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and Meth album enterin' the top ten!
Choppin' it raw, lockin' 'n blockin',
Only raw choppin' his metaphores, so cops can stop watchin'
I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em
Renevate your appartment, when these two things barkin'
My Mackamichi knockin', bougie holes be spottin' on they tampons
I get 'em dripple like Leaky faucets

[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 niggaz 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, scuff on my boots, fuckin' with you
Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana
Marhihuana got bitches on they knees and they gon' bind us
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 honour
To in help me lift an 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', or anybody-kickin'
Rippin' these compesitions, 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 frost bittin'
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
It ain't no half-steppin'...I keep rappin'
Staten you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'
Duckin' my Smith & wesson , trashin' the Meth and catchin'
Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Ya'Meen"
(feat. Fat Joe, Styles P.)

"Ya'Meen"
(feat. Fat Joe, Styles P.)



[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

[Method Man]
How should I get it started, fuck it, just get it started
These trash talking artists is nothing, niggaz 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, breaking the code
Some get popped and call for they mamma, when the drama unfolds
My block, hot as a sauna, never wind up and joke
Crack deals on every corner, fiends wanna foam you with soap
And, if life's a bitch, then I bet she bitter and cold
Everytime she thinking 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, fits a million, to figure vanilla wraps up
New York, New York, rock tube socks and Timberlands
Cuz hip hop ain't feeling them flip-flops, they feminine

[Chorus: Method Man]
I'm the one shot dealing, one shot killing it (ya'meen)
Yeah, it's the top billing, the block feeling like (ya'meen)
Yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with me (ya'meen)
If you not for squealing, and for spilling the (ya'meen)
The streets is watching the apple rotten like (ya'meen)
Plus the B.B. hot and the towers dropping like (ya'meen)
Yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen), yeah, fuck with this (ya'meen)
If you get it popping, or get to popping 'em (ya'meen)

[Fat Joe]
You know the haters diss you, let's deal with bigger issues
You know New York is dying after all the shit we been through
And we done lost B.I.G., we done lost Pun
Homey, you can't live, gotta go and get them guns
You know the hammers'll lose your cabbage, them dudes do damage
Send Zulu Nation through Reaganomics, we move them package
We pushing 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 niggaz is fucking 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 bringing back New York, nigga

[Chorus]

[Styles P.]
You don't like me, you can get what's right above the testicles
S.P., turn your top five into vegetables
You don't believe me, get 'em all in a room
And the next five, I plan to getting 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 facing me, clown
Who got the crown, I'm piss on it now, while you wearing it
Nobody nicer than Ghost, I ain't hearing it
Been Nike Airing it, white tee out
Stick-up kid season when the dice be out
I'm a thug or star investing in living, niggaz sippin' soup
Ghost rapper, knocking out your icey mouth
Niggaz in the East wanna unite, not me
If you ain't sayin' I'm the best, you ain't come to be right
KnawImean? If you don't, then you not of being
Your four-four, knock little pieces off of your spleen, nigga

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"You're All I Need (All That I Need Remix)"

"You're All I Need (All That I Need Remix)"


[Intro: Method Man]

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

[Chorus: Mary J. Blige (sample: Notorious B.I.G.)]

You're all, I need
(Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together)
to get by, ahhhhh
You're all, I need
(Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together)
to get by, ahhhhh

[Verse One:]

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

[Chorus 2X]

[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 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 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

[Chorus (starts during the end of verse two, repeats until end)]

[Outro: Method Man]

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

 

[fox69]

"Youngstown Heist"
(feat. Trife da God, Sheek Louch, Bully)

"Youngstown Heist"
(feat. Trife da God, Sheek Louch, Bully)



[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
For the city, to get this money, Vegas, yo, yeah
[Ghostface Killah (Trife Diesel):]
Here's the rundown, Mustafa's getting money out in Youngstown
Get some goons together, a driver and bring them guns down
Heard he had his hands in some bricks, plus a few pounds
Hang with some wild Haitians, settle shop in the dude lounge
Niggas is migrating, he came from Cue Gardens
With a live situation, got it in preparation
When you get there, pick up the whip with the navigation
And follow all the clowns til you get to your destination
(We here Tone, got our masks on, we bout to run up in
I know you ain't talking bout the house, with the broken henge
65 Alpine Drive, it's looking shady
So I hopped out, pulled the glock out, plus the 3-18
Hit the living room, I've seen a ripped up sofa, a shattered coffee table
Broken lamps, and a flipped up stroller
The place was ransacked from front to back)
Yo, Trife, what you talking, black?
(Yo, Starks, cut the bullshit and tell me, where the office at)
Take a left and head, down the hallway steps
Pass the painting on the wall, the third door on the left
The safe is on the wall above the fireplace near the decks
Look inside the top drawer, and get the key out the chest
[Interlude: Sheek Louch (Bully)]
Damn son, aiyo what's taking this nigga Trife so long (I don't know)
Oh shit, yo Bull, get down, get down, get down
Look at Stark pulling up, son (aww man)
I'm a try to kill this nigga
[Sheek Louch (Bully):]
Aiyo, hurry up I see a car pulling up, windows tinted
Can't really tell who's in it, but, I know it's a rented
Down south plates, Atlanta or, one of them states (yo the cameras on)
Man, I wanna see what's up in those crates
Should I pop off, take his top off, before he get to you
Bully like (Yo, chill, chill, this is what we gon' do) aight
(Go ask for directions, right, I'm a go around the back
Wait for them to come inside, I'll hit these niggas with the mack)
Ok, before it even get to that, let me see where Trife is at
Hopefully he on his way, and no one gotta die today (bang bang)
Two shots go off (Homey trapped inside, quick put the mask on, Sheek)
Fuck it, Bully, let's ride
Shooting out the sunroof, missing and shit
I was too high, still think my Dutchie was lit
Trife running out the building, busting, cussing
Blood everywhere, you had to see this shit (disgusting)