Method Man

[fox69]

"Sweet Love"
(feat. Cappadonna, Street Life)

"Sweet Love"
(feat. Cappadonna, Street Life)



[Street Life]
Excuse me gorgeous..

Just maxin, lookin for hoes, y'know, relaxin
Met this redbone Jasmine, midtown Manhattan
Shot a verb, that tranked her nerves, calm words
Massaged the mentals, made her pussycat purr
Sweet Love you look miraculous, brown eyes passionate
High cheekboned, Tommy Girl cologne you smashin it
Jump in, take a spin, destination Staten
I have you home by ten, Shorty started laughin
She replied, "Street, you ever ride while you drive?"
I looked puzzled, and said, "Nah baby why?"
She pressed up, grabbed my dick, threw her dress up
Cocked her legs, cold fucked my head up
Now I'm deep in it, flyin past the speed limit
Out of control, still whippin it, steadily hittin it
Deep strokin, one hand on the wheel, blunt smokin
Lovin how it feel, Sweet Love you got me open, what?

[Cappadonna]
Love is love Love, love is love Love
Love is love Love, love is love Love
We connected like a train from the first ordeal
I stepped to her with the passion as I kept things real
but like, sex was on my mind like, cum was in my pants
I flashed my fronts on her, like if I had a chance
She said, "Ain't you Cappadonna from the Wu-Tang Clan?"
I said, "Yeah, mad gear plus the small white band
Sweet Love, I want your pussy can I be your man?
Stripped to the bare essentials let me fuck you if I can
Sweet Love, from your nipples to your pussy nub"
Sweet Love, love is Love, love is love Love

[Method Man]
It's a full moon, we in the bedroom, thoughts consumed
by the passion, slow jam tunes and body action
My finger's on the clit splashin, your pussy lips
got you spazzin, love juices, marinatin
in your satins, sexy ass, I get some like my old dad
I love my women bad, with just a little touch of class
Youse the Star by far, look at you Ma
Shake your thang-thang girlfriend, you SheShe Lefrea!
Whattup, went to beat it up, I'm not the one to eat it up
but the type to hit it raw dawg and seed it up
We talk without sayin nuttin, you told me if I came through
you'd gimme som'in, now we lockin ass
Pullin hair and talkin trash, how you like it
slow or fast? She said, "I like it when it last"
No doubt, you got the best trout there can be
Not an everyday, average, Chicken of the Sea, candidate for H.I.V.
You'd rather deal with monogamy
Queen to be held, Black Mahogany
You're bout to bust damnit, sugar walls comin down
Now you can't stand it, you've been touched
That's when I felt the blood rush
Gettin closer and closer with every thrust, take me there
Volcano's about to erupt, I love you much
"Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts"

 

[fox69]

"Symphony"
(feat. Hanz On, Streetlife, Kash Verrazano, Carlton Fisk, Killa Sin)

"Symphony"
(feat. Hanz On, Streetlife, Kash Verrazano, Carlton Fisk, Killa Sin)



[Verse 1 - Method Man:]
I’m that OG, some of y’all know me
I used to cop greens from 4G
Nickels, dimes and oz’s
I’m like Thor’s brother, so low key (Loki)
I might swing a hammer, provoke me
Put a shooter where Ko - be
Tell ya like somebody done told me
Never trust nobody who owe me
And any wife is a trophy
If Meth the mortician, you know that shovel is on me
To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely

[Verse 2 - Kash Verrazano:]
I’m all about the Benjy’s
But that bring jealousy and envy
Don’t trust niggas, they smile it seems friendly
I’ll be damned if i pass up
It’s for bricks when I mask up and run down
On em to get my cash up
Cash Verrazano J Reeds is getting lined up
Sam Rothstein when I lean slump with the 9 tucked
Come and take a trip to the dark side
Fuck around with pigs, they gonna find your body hog-tied
no guys saying they neutral but playing both sides
Homicide housing young cartel with dope tides
Your boy ain’t playing a little
Have em engraving a tombstone with your name in the middle

[Verse 3 - Carlton Fisk:]
Fugitive on the run, felony warrants
The police, kicking doors, question all the informants
Carlo, feeling like the war’s on and I’m running through hell
Blunt in my mouth, gasoline draws on
Vocals, got a laser beam, no other option for you
Die or embrace the team, offers that you can’t refuse
Hanz On music, mother fucker, yeah say it with me
Now get your smartphone, hater, and take a picture with me
Consigliere, no phones, Jimmy whisper to me
Ride ’til I win the war, Cops put a clip in me
Carlo’s, got killers on the payroll
Killers on the lay-low
Killers that will kill when I say so

[Verse 4 – Hanz On:]
There’s a war going on outside, nobodies safe from
I gotta get this money now, we gon’ take some
A politicing with these clowns, bout to shake something
I’m gonna hit em with the pounds, that’ll break something
Y’all better run and get your boots time tight black
Y’all fornicating with this money, get your life rap
Straight music, motherfucker cause it’s like that
I come and hit em in the dark, call it nightcap
And I be fucking with the starks, he my ace boon
Don’t let us catch you in these parts or we gon' bake rooms
And yo them cats you running with, yo they some fake goons
I’m bout to sweep em in the finals, gonna shake brooms
the situations getting chunky, tension mad thick
Like you could cut it with a knife, cloak and dag’ shit
Hanz baby, PLO on some Arab shit
My killahs coming with them cannons, bout to blast shit

[Verse 5 – Streetlife:]
Streetlife chip off the old block, the hard rock
Apply pressure to your neck ’til your heart stops
Got ‘em all lean like codeine, microphone fiend
I’m an addict, I’m addicted to rap cream
New day is dawning but I’m stuck in my old ways
Gave you fair warning, I’m reloading, okay?
I ain’t gotta say it’s on
Pop up at your front door, early morning
Guns drawn, like ding dong

[Verse 6 – Killa Sin:]
Cash, I get it up
My niggas, I can’t get enough
Won’t stop rocking ’til I’m sitting up on diddy bucks
A semi tuckin, witty fucker
picture getting city stuck
This city buck is sick of flipper
Motherfuckin’ city bus
Big whip, coasting
Throat stroking, slow motion
Slow groove, so smooth
Old school, Billy Ocean
Caribbean Queen, mean body
Dereon jeans
Cherry bomb, the way she blow me
She like heavy on dreams
Enough with the petty con schemes
I need Enron cream
Short minute before I end up with that Benz on lean

 

[fox69]

"Symphony 2000"

"Symphony 2000"


[PMD] Yeh.. Erick Sermon.. EPMD.. check it
[E-Dub] Redman.. Method Man.. Lady Luck.. Def Jam
[PMD] Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Hold me down, hold me down [echoes]

Uhh.. yo!
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New York
To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? You punk faggot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin around with P
Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, FUBU, and Phat Fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools
Next up!

[E-Dub] Yo I believe that's me
[PMD] Yo, get on the mic and rock the Symphony

[Erick Sermon]
Yo P!
Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and muscle my way in
then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin
Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like -- who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
YO! I get looks when I'm in the place
That's that nigga, makin you +Smile+ with Scarface
Uhh, +It Ain't My Fault+, that my style Silkk enough to Shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be +Downtown Swingin+, M.O.P. style
Next up!

[Red] Yo yo it's Funk D.O.C.
[E-Dub] Yo, you're on the mic to rock the Symphony

[Redman]
HeHAHHH! Yo yo
Did you ever think you would catch a cap?
Yo did you ever think you would get a slap?
Yo did you ever think you would get robbed
at gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car?
It's Funk Doc, you know my name HOE
My style dirty underground, or Ukraine po'
When it hits you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit
Snatch the trap then I Dash like Damon did
Doc, walk _Thin Red Lines_ to shell shock
Hairlock with fuckin broads in nail shops
Hydro? Got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten PICTURE
Papichu', slayin crews in ICU
Battlin, usin hockey rules
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like dice in Yahtzee fool!
I "Just Do It" like Nike, outta 'Bama
with ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper!
Yo next up

[Meth] It's the G-O-D
[Red] Yo yo, get on the mic for the Symphony

[Method]
Youth on the move, payin them dues, nuttin to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo' jewels
Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues
_Hardcore_! To make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel [sniff]
Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill [sniff]
Feelin like the mack inside a Cadillac Seville [screech]
Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville - fi-ga-ro!
The sky is fallin - GERONIMO!
I feel my high comin down.. LOOKOUT BELOW!
AIYYO! Dead that roach clip and spark another
Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like Parker Brothers
I rock for the low-class, from Locash
The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park trash
Yeah yeah, the God on your block like Godzilla
Yeah yeah -- she gave away my pussy I'ma kill her
John John phenom-enon, in Japan they call me Ichiban
Wu-Tang Clan, numba won!
In the whole nine, I hold mine
Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind - jerkoff!
Fuck them a.k.a., for now it's just Meth
That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no less

[all] NEXT UP!
[Lady] I believe that's me
[all] BASTARD!
[PMD] Get on the mic and rock the Symphony

[Lady Luck]
Mrs. Stop Drop and Roll, rocks top the told
Hot, even though dames is froze
Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes
Leave em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes
Y'all better change your flows, hear how Luck spittin?
Stay drunk-pissed in the S-Type, stay whippin *screech*
When the guns spittin, duck or get hittin
It's written, we in the game but ball different
Point game like Jordan, y'all play the role of Pippen
Style switchin, like tight ass after stickin
MAN LISTEN, stop your cryin and your bitchin
Like E and P's last CD, you're out of business

 

[fox69]

"Tear It Off"
(feat. Redman)

"Tear It Off"
(feat. Redman)



[Intro:]
[Redman]
Yo man glorious
This is protected
by the red
[Method Man]
And Tical
[Redman]
Slap it down
[Method Man]
Way out of bound
[Redman]
Roll in a towel
[Method Man]
Fo' we gun down

[Verse 1:]
[Redman]
Yo, flipmode,
toilet bowls explode
When Doc come drop a shit load
Grip fo's
Mushrooms, dick those
Deep pistol
Whip hoes
I bitch O's
Money, Roll, I stick a zipcode
Tiptoed, before Doc escape row
Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose
My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's
My flows is North Pole cold
My hands got area's that fits snow
Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's
My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes
Shows, Niggas pack 6 rolls
We're losin' 'em
His hart won't get pulse
Pack you bags off a 10 percent doze
(?), I could hum and shit cold

[Chorus:]
[Redman]
Yo, yo tear the roof off
Yo, yo tear the roof off
Back off, don't make me shoot y'all
You don't want to fuck with us
You don't

[Verse 2:]
[Method Man]
I get scanned, rip sand
With this stick style
Pistol, lick ground
Get off my dick now
Kick crowd, hot style
You-get-shot-style
Timid, scared to get in it
These dogs is rock rowd
Unchained, untained, you know my name
Act strange, pack flame
It's not a game
The ill flows, that kills shows
You can feel yo
Kickin' in you do', like a steel
Go for real dough
Y'all gonna learn I spit germs
When you come shot on Big Worm
You gets burned
Punks don't get turned, they get done
And get sun, come get some
The last victim lye in a ditch
Now who wanna fuck with Hot Nick
Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit
Me and Funk Doc get,
toxid
Up all the rightness
I'm chopstick
Go make your Wu just imposters

[Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]
[Redman]
You try to O.K Corel
With Doc and Meth Tical
Barsaloon fight without weapons out
Strechmarks like Belly on Kevin ?Lous?
On yard to score, only second down
Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down
Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce
Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down
Pound to echo loud, bout 7 miles
Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down
Uncut rhymes, won't even fit your foul
Baddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out
Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd
Snitches, someone kiss to stitch you mouth
Wilder then rhinos or liquor trous
Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out
Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth
Love the ruckas and love to dish it out
3 watched MC's, start wristin' out
Get your whole camp put on the missile foul
Pushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital

[Chorus]

[Verse 4:]
[Method Man]
We just ice
Men of mice, ain't nothing nice
[Redman]
Fuck you like
[Method Man]
Your thight is to light to fight
We move right, on fright night
When Niggas write
We bust pipe, condo's that suck thight
We all right, you all hype and war's right
In the Source, with half mic, you half liked
And half dead, blasted on glass bed
(?), eyes red, the hashhead
Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'
Take my turn frontin'
Def Jam ain't heard nothin', yet
Suspect, ruffnecks
Buck 'em down or you get busted
Never leave home without my musket
Thrust this, out for justice, clown
And caught on Judgement Day,
caught y'all proud
Take MC's to town if they start blawn
Ashes to ashes, they all fall ground
Master be basket with hazardous tactics
Send my automatic full rap metal jacket
Blasted in plastic your brain on the mattress
All you kids ask backwards and visa versa

[Chorus:]

[Outro:]
[Redman]
Come on, yo tear the roof off
Nigga, yo tear the roof off
Back off, don't make me shoot y'all
You don't want to fuck with us
You don't
Huh
Yo, You don't want to fuck with us
You don't
Yo, You don't want to fuck with us
You don't

 

[fox69]

"Tease"
(feat. Chinky)

"Tease"
(feat. Chinky)



[Intro: Method Man + Chinky]
Uh huh...no ID
It's another one right here... I love women
Know why (why nigga?)... cause they love me back
Come on, come on, come on, come on, (come on) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah, yeah, yo.. yo, yo

[Verse 1 - Method Man]
Now that I got you in the mood, it's way past time ya shook dude
Cause I'm the best thing since cooked food
Holler at your frog, I'll be at the lily pad near the log
And let me drop it off in them drawers
Baby doll, hood ?bookers? with sugar walls
That talk back to ya like, nigga you shoulda called
Word, the kid got a thing for big curves
Might find him down on Sesame Street with big birds
Big pimpin', all dames is all game
So fine with her beautiful mind, she all brain
A head docter, get it poppin' like Reddenbacher
Chicks call me gravel pit dick, the bed rocker
Big John Studda, motherfuck who fuck mudda
Gots you covered like Magnum XL rubber
Easy does ya, but we never love her
Ya down for the get down girls, go work at Dubya's.. ohhhh!

[Hook - Chinky]
Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I
Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me
Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I
Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me

[Verse 2 - Method Man]
Hey ladies.. oh baby, ya all crazy
And freaks for some grade A meat, it's all gravy
From sun down to sun up, I stay on the bone
Like I'm creepin' on the come up, like [(get it, got it, I'm gone) + Chinky]
Now I got hun, ridin' shotgun
Windows halfway down, cause she a hot one
Love it when them chicks pop shit, and pop gum
My team cuttin' but we ain't cuppin', finger fuckin' everything cluckin'
Baby I'm frostbitten iceberg slim into black women
When Three's Company ask pigeon who Jack trippin'
Man listen, money slippin, it's honey dippin'
And if she come up missin', don't worry she went pimpin'
Ya gotta be, down with the cause before ya come
Down with the drawers, how many of y'all down with m©nage
Let's make this understood, if it's 3 am and all to the good
It don't matter if she hood or she's hollywood... ohhhh!

[Hook - Chinky (repeat 2x)]
Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I
Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me
Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I
Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me

[Interlude - Chinky + Meth]
What do you expect from me (uh huh, uh huh)
I know of those promises, of love & affection (come on, steady good ma)
There's something about you, that's got me going (uh huh, uh huh)
But is it worth not knowing if you're gonna be around (now, now)

[Verse 3 - Method Man]
Who the fuck is your daddy, and who your king girl
Are you unhappily married, don't see no wind girl
Soul sister, can't get ya ta hail witch-ya
At the players ball, Cinderella lost her Chanel slipper
Now that's flavor neighbor, shake what ya momma gave ya
Twist dick and move like Layla, call you maáana later
I love the misbehavior, no minor, miss ya major
No finer chick can ?flage-ya?
God bless the bitch who made ya

[Hook - Chinky]
Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I
Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me
Give me one reason to stop teasin', cause I
Know you got good sex for me, tell me what comes next for me

[Outro - Meth + Chinky]
Haha, yeah, yeah, the ladies love Big Johnsta
Yeah, get it right, don't get it fucked up
Big dick daddy, ride the big sick Caddy
All I need now is a chick with a big thick phattie
Now go back to doing whatchu was doin, when you was doin' it - gone

Gimme one reason, gimme one reason, gimme one reason
Gimme one reason, gimme one reason, tell me what comes next for me

 

[fox69]

"The ?"
(feat. Redman)

"The ?"
(feat. Redman)



[Redman]
Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something
Yo
Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at
Y'all amateurs act like hoes affendin us
We're special eders go on tours on banana bus
D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks
Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch
Word to god doc throw more lines then fishin rod
No stars, we're supergod non recouperb-alls (yo)
Buttons is pressed to remove the press
Press a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)
Set up cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by on the baja
Snatch the cartier watch I
Boucnce laughing off like clue "HAHA"
Doc is like poppy, supplying you grand
So breaka breaka while I turn it to the Shoalin Man
[Method Man]
Foreva underground
Nigga duck the mic when we come around
Control hammer like the mighty Thor
Bringin thunda down
Now you're in store for predator
Like refugees I come to settle score
Half-baked medifore, that taste even better raw
Hardcore holy war
Hits from the resevoir, southpaw saboteur
Land sharks get they chin checked when I jabba jaw
Time to walk my labrodor
Livin out my dreams, at the same time shatter yours
Code red fill 'em full of lead
Greatful dead live from Hemstead
Tiger Kunk Fu know the ledge
Check the full fledged knucklehead
Clam bread, livin on the edge used to be the best
Jack Frost sniffin at your nose, get your Suddafed
Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red official budda head
Off track like O.D.B., I'm too black
I'm like Zoro, I mark a Wu, sign your back, motherfucka
[Chorus:]
(It aint even a question) This side niggaz too hardcore
(It aint even a question) That side niggaz too hardcore
(It aint even a question) In the middle niggaz too hardcore
So what cha, what cha, what cha, want (What cha want?)
(It aint even a question) Def Squad niggaz too hardcore
(It aint even a question) Wu Tang niggaz too hardcore
(It aint even a question) Def Jam nigga too hardcore
(Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up) So what cha, what cha, what cha, want?
[Redman]
Yo stomp wit the big dogs
Sick dog lurkin (Roof Roof)
Doc bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains
Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin
Brick city, stering wheel hurtin
Prepare y'all fast car for lane mergin
Hasta manana, y'all crash like that Yanna cock block into gramma
Got cock in Atlanta, rockin P.P.P. Bandanas
While we fuck 'em on camera
It's too late to plant bate for my click to fall
We dodge boobie-traps and pitfalls and thick fog
When I tee, LA ride, "It's y'alls"
Website couldnn't find a site wit macintosh
On John Walsh
America's Most, aim for spots to put more in a terrier coat
[Method Man]
Uh huh, we speak for the unheard
Caught in the matrix
Sound from the subbasement, "Spread the word"
Like uncureables from dirty bird, beyond basic
John Wu these fake niggaz, give 'em replacements
The thrilla of a park killer
Bubonic plague any M.C., that swear he illa
Inject the dufus wit the lupus
Yukmouth rhymes that leave him toothless
My filled fly and filled groupless
Observe the record, livin out my name Repid
Study man and all his methods
And through his ethic, learn to expect the unexpected
One step ahead I, return like Jedi
Three hours behind your punk ass, catchin a red eye
First class but cooler than coach, murder he wrote
On the wall of the bathroom stalls shittin these quotes
"Fuck you all"
Scaredy cat kid, duckin these dogs
You don't like us, then we don't like y'all. Lick The Balls!
Be easy, speak easy
This one be off the heazzzaaaayyy
Like my pubic hair, black and greazzzzzaaayyyy
[Chorus]
(It aint even a question) [x5]
Caution
Warning
Overload
System Overload
All Systems Ready
Enter voice authorization sample

 

[fox69]

"The Glide"
(feat. La the Darkman, Raekwon, U-God)

"The Glide"
(feat. La the Darkman, Raekwon, U-God)



[Intro: Raekwon]
Wu-Tang... yeah (what up son) you know
It's back to that good ol' thing again, you know?
(Pass that, pass that, man) Word up, we do this tremendously
(It's on, Rae) word up from staircase to stage
Yeah... (yo who that?) You know what it is
(Oh shit... that's the Wu niggaz man) aiyo

[Raekwon]
From out the air space, I'm rockin' leather pants in the tenth grade
My pen blaze, now we in the wind gate, killin' haze
Put this shit back in order, do it like the crack days
Stack up, you little niggaz back up, your raps suck
I demolish a maggot, faggot lines, nigga, you'se a savage
But don't never compare me to your wack times
I'll smash your hood up, yeah, anybody you call
I straight mash out, for cash nigga, put up
The Embassy's calling, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Enemies is falling, y'all niggaz ain't good enough
Now acknowledge the strength, we stand like buildings
In the city, raise that rent up, y'all niggaz gonna give me, baby
Yeah, what, fucker, we stomp niggaz out like XUV's
Then fuck ya girl in the but-ut
Nine rap playboys, see me in the Playboy Mansion
With the playboys on, I play rid up

[Chorus: La the Darkman]
Nigga, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke
Disrespect fam, yo ass gon' get smoked
We got real money, seven figure deal money
I'm in the Samuel Jackson, Time to Kill money

[U-God]
Yeah, we got them anthems, we handsome and raw
All day, cops harass, but we laugh at the law
And a fiend got my stash, I blast through your door
I caught her with the four, his dame was frozen
She loves sniffing coke til her veins is bulging
You punk motherfucker, your ribs is frail
I've been eating calamari, getting big in jail

[La the Darkman]
Nigga, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke

[Method Man]
I got that sidedish super today, eye candy
With the sweetest love, one bite, your tooth'll decay
I'm moving units like I'm moving the yae, and like they say
In this business, you either in it, bitch, or you in the way
Sky's the limit, I ain't come here to play, or come to shit where I lay
Who in that six blunt, clipping his tray
Sippin' some Ice Water, dipping with Rae
Tipping these tricks, dripping for pay
And knowing half them bitches is gay
T.M.I. blowing tree in sky, we on the job
So be abvised, that wack niggaz, needing apply
S.I., represent til we die, this track is pitching to fry
Enter the Dragon, I be spitting that fire
Keep ya balls off, so calling you dogs off
Cuz word to these jeans, hanging off of my ass, I never fall off
The sensei, with this pen I slay
Pick up a queen in Miami, then get M.I.A., John Blaze, bitch

[Chorus 2X]

 

[fox69]

"The Meth Lab"
(feat. Hanz On & Streetlife)

"The Meth Lab"
(feat. Hanz On & Streetlife)



[Intro:]
I'll give you three seconds to come out wit' your hands up, one, two
This is my own private domicile
I will not be harassed, motherfucker!
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by a look
I'm a crook, like some fish in a barrel, I got 'em hooked
Blame the Method, your sanity took, go 'head, admit it
You a meth head that live on the edge, just need a push
I'm your pusher, supplier, I'm back, the cheese on the wire
If a snitch burnin', wouldn't even piss on the fire
Now you kids learnin', I ain't tryin' to preach to the choir
Now the kids earnin' like them dealers that he admire
Got that whip workin' like I'm sacrificin' a virgin
That's a burden, but I'm certain you're feelin' it, after you try
You can't deny I cook a batch like, 'Woo'
Hazardous material, you'd need a hazmat suit
Now you lookin' at me like, 'What's a hazmat suit?'
Somethin' used to move a body, you don't have that loop
[Bridge 1:]
Let's talk about trust
I told you not to cook my recipe
And you went ahead and did it anyway
Cause I never said I wouldn't cook it
Cause it ain't yours, it's ours, bitch
[Verse 2: Hanz On]
Hookers in the kitchen, chemistry is the best recipe
Especially this shit, I'm takin' on bets
Pressure cookers, percolate 'em like chefs
Meth labs here to the West, wools on them gear trims grassed
Mr. Barker, General, front and center (What up?)
Got them burners wit' them bodies on them, have me in cuffs
Killer's focused, slam it up in them trucks
Eyes low, grippin' the toast, trigger finger, playin' it close
You think it's a game? It's imperative, we show 'em we live
These niggas playin' wit' this money, funny how niggas die
They say it's over when the fat kid cry, ratchets fly here to the Chi'
[Bridge 2:]
You think you can stop me from cookin'?
You cook whatever you like, as long it's that B work
These niggas be runnin' around in the street wit' everyday
Don't even think about usin' my grade A
You should try and stop me, bitch
[Verse 3: Streetlife]
I'm in the meth lab concoctin' another concoction
Decisions, decisions, just weighin' my options
The formula highly addictive, it's havoc for me
Side effects life-threatenin', the surgeon's warnin'
I write a prescription just for meth abusers
Regulate your dose intake for heavy users
For generations, I been servin' these rap fiends
Babies born addicted to the metric, know what I mean?
You're recoverin', but you still use frequently
So wet your court hearin', judge show some leniency
Can't escape old havoc, so you copy the new shit
Wit' your kids in your cars, see, pumpin' that Wu shit
We worldwide, supply and demand, I got the upper-hand
Check my passport, global support
Informant lands non-commercial goods, that raw and uncut
That got them breakin' bad at the gate for the re-up
[Outro: Method Man and Streetlife]
What up, Street?
Yo, what up, man?
We gon' put some "Welcome to the meth lab" on there
Man, you know, it's straight gutter shit, nigga
Yeah, you ready to get 'em this time?
Yeah, always, man
Alright, so I'm a leave it up to you
Go 'head, show 'em what you got

 

[fox69]

"The Pledge"

"The Pledge"


Yeah pledge allegiance with the stand one nation with liberty & justice for all

After this make sure that you never forget me.
Streetlife mention me amongst the greatest of mc’s.
The brand I represent, stands for excellence.
Loyalty is the main ingredient. They anointed me president.
Consistency is the recipe for longevity.
My history will be my legacy when they bury me.
Its evident to prove my rap pages is evidence,
20 years later in the game, still relevant.
Pain is my motivation, love is the dedication.
Family is the foundation & street is my education.
I pledge allegiance to the meth lab, one nation under god.
This year is my inauguration.

I pledge allegiance, to the flag of the united Staten Island association.
We are the republic, that will leave you laying exactly where you stand,
one nation under the Meth Lab, with all the piffery & unlimited dutches & backwards for all.

 

[fox69]

"The Prequel"
(feat. Streetlife)

"The Prequel"
(feat. Streetlife)



[Method Man]
I'm out...

Once again, it's the super, pied piper
Light your lighters for the future
And I ain't talking about Mekhi Phifer
Roll it if you got it people
At last the Prequel
And the eye ball
Floral is back
You'll find no equals
Bang it in your loudest system
Now who gunna diss him
Usually it be the brokest niggas
But this gunna fix em
Let me get my 2 guns
For rappers that can use help
Now that Meth is back, you can tell me how my shoes felt
Just like Shaq in them size 22's
Except my games not a game
And I don't play by any rules man
Its time to build without a hardhat and goggles
Even with a map I'm still a hard head to follow
I thought you knew we do this everyday ok
And I think marijuana is just nature's way of saying hi
Only hydro buds, I get it crunk
It's alright if that bitch don't smoke then get her drunk
Now I pop a lot of shit, cause I can back it up (what)
I got that fire, bitch, its hard to pass it up (what)
While you'll was partying I been in the lab
You want that dope, give me an hour
Plus a pen and a pad

[Streetlife]
Aiiyo Meth what they look like (look like)
3rd LP nigga better be tight (be tight)
Don't forget where you come from, the hood life (hood life)
Let them know from the door we ain't the shook type (shook type)

[Method Man]
I got that shit that keep your head bobbin
Cause your neck know
Meth yo, I'm trying to get that more dollars then crep flow for certain
Before I put the paint, I put the work in
And each person I catch slipping gunna need nursing
Got these wanna-be gangstas, sleeping with they lights on
Shook up by the python, everybody got they eyes on
Not only is the streets watching, the streets is talking
And word has it that these rappers don't come around at all
Take it from the most stepped on, your wearing open toe sandals
And I'm looking for some new toes to step on
And one to build a rep on, you all got me fucked up
My crew stick bitches like you, for acting stuck up
Methods like that yall, when I return you know the good herb is back y'all
Ladies desiring without further adieu
let's keep it wu, and fuck keeping it real y'all
Just keep it you