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"The Purple Tape"
(feat. Raekwon, Inspectah Deck)

"The Purple Tape"
(feat. Raekwon, Inspectah Deck)



[Verse 1 – Method Man:]
Yea.. got you..
Hey, lace your boots up, tracks get looped up,
The chocolate deluxe gets scooped up,
All my pigeons is cooped up, Wu’s up, w’s up,
If you ain’t with us, chuck a duce up, and let us do us,
Break a promise but not my group up,
Veterans is dying and used up,
Let’s see if they can hang, i’m already tying the noose up,
I’m too hot, if you not, get you stuffed,
Get you touched and get you shot or you cut,
Young buck i’m just trying to toughen you up,
Can’t let you hustle with us, ya ain’t struggled enough,
Ya’ll been cuddled too much, maybe mothered too much,
So the burner giving out loans here is a couple of bucks,
Had a couple of scuffs, i ain’t sayin i’m perfect,
I ain’t cursing on the rhyme but i wrote it in cursive
Quote the verses, boy i flow with a purpose,
Get that prometh and a soda, come with the purchase,

[Chorus – Method Man & Raekwon:]
Who is that up in the building?
Hashtag we still win
Raekwon no relation to chef tho, but still trend
My young’un tell em it’s them
Wu-Tang is for the children
They bugging, tell em’ again
Wu-Tang is for the children

[Verse 2 – Raekwon:]
Lab with the pole, slide down,
I’m in the basement counting faces,
Drunk on the slouch, count the spaceships,
Jewelry to my knee caps, breathe stacks whores & sleestaks
HSBC see me getting g-packs, herringbones mad stones in em’
The voice is olive green, three doors i’m on bring my goons home,
Puma’s on, points like unicorns, fuming in uniforms,
What you wanna do with me, just sue me homes,
Yea Half Mike half Nike, handle got grip,
Got monkey’s out here ready to flip,
We pull a stunt, grab knots, push cops, just for vengeance,
For killing that real shit independence, far glowing like blonde hair
Probably be the way we be rolling, let’s cash a check y’all bring the broads here,
Until the sun burns out, ain’t nobody eatin’, we on your block now,
Glock up or call the precinct.

[Chorus – Method Man & Raekwon:]
Who is that up in the building?
Hashtag we still win
Raekwon no relation to chef tho, but still trend
My young’un tell em it’s them
Wu-Tang is for the children
They bugging, tell em’ again
Wu-Tang is for the children

[Verse 3 - Inspectah Deck:]
Deck performing on the track, call him Jeff Gordon,
I’m still buzzing this is Hennessey the next morning,
The upset talking, I’m yes yallin for checks,
Bossin’ the set, you acting like my ex calling,
Ain’t that a bitch, not the 5 or the 6,
I rock 7 on my back that’s Kaepernick,
I dazzle like a magic trick, fabulous swordsmen,
Sort of like abortion i ain’t having it, S I ready for action,
Heavily cashing, we set for whatever, what’s happenin’,
Cold like the weather in Aspen, flow everlastin’,
4, 5, 6, your head is crackin’, just a fifth of E&J and a eighth of green,
No promethazine but I make them lean,
I’m running with the real ya’ll chasing dreams,
While the crowd go wild for their favorite team,

[Chorus x2 – Method Man & Raekwon:]
Who is that up in the building?
Hashtag we still win
Raekwon no relation to chef tho, but still trend
My young’un tell em it’s them
Wu-Tang is for the children
They bugging, tell em’ again
Wu-Tang is for the children
 
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"The Riddler (Hide-Out Remix)"

"The Riddler (Hide-Out Remix)"


[Intro:]
Yo...
Who's afraid, of the big, bad, BAT
Who issss, the Batman kid?
It's me (heh) (I ain't afraid of NUTTIN)
Word up, let's do it (of NUTTIN)
[Verse One:]
I got your mind twisted (twisted)
Unrealistic wavelength draining on your brain-strip inflicted
Crossword puzzling your delf
Questioning your own mental health (yeah) it's like a maze within itself
(yeah) Check the grimey, slimey, crimey
Crim-inim-inal indivi-dual I be
Searching for the Dark Knight
Lurking in the shadows of the city, he roll with jiggy
My rhyme committee, robbing every Gotham piggy bank blinnnnnnnd
Take a journey through the mind of a Riddler
[Chorus:]
Tax free money not a problem
A heist to get the ice not a problem
A body for a price not a problem
Hmmmmmmm.... it's The Riddler
[Verse Two:]
Once again it's the mind bender, three-time felony offender
Demented, brain cemented, mixed in the blender
I lose ya, mass-confusion, question mark clues in
What where why whose-it, QUIZZZ
Time to ask yourself who it is
Sheisty P.L.O. underhanded biz, invading brothers wigs
Can I live
Corrupt and bringing all the misery and suffering
Pain, you couldn't cure with a Bufferin
Rotating, ridiculous, rapid-fire riddles
Bat get trapped in the middle of The Riddler
[Chorus:]
Murder for the evil not a problem
To the gen there is no sequel not a problem (not a problem)
Big up to all my people not a problem (not a problem)
Hmmmmmmm... it's the Riddler
[Verse Three:]
Observe if you will
I'm in my hide-out in the back of the hill (of the hill)
I crack a wall then I caught about a mil (bout a millll)
Co-defendant Johnny Blaze and Bobby Steels (Bobby Steels)
We was blazing hardware (hardware)
Turn the corner you can hear the wheels squeel [rehrrarrrr]
On that ass fast was the Batmobile (Batmobile)
I could tell by the demon on the grill, this was real
Alley-cat screaming, I hit a trash can
Garbage everywhere, money flying out the bags and
trying to escape, jiggy with the cape
Or else he'd be headed upstate, it's The Riddler
[Chorus:]
Talkin homicide, not a problem (that's no problem)
You want to talk genocide not a problem (that's no problem)
Now if you're speaking genocide not a problem (that's no problem)
Hmmmmmmm.... for The Riddler
[Verse Four:]
Johnny Blaze, I invest in crime cuz it pays
Mad scams, let me count the ways, a crime wave
I make a killing, on the first one to point his finger at the villian
Who be I, the priiimmmmmme
Suspect, crim-inim-inal intellect
Robbing banks HAH down to grand theft what we want
is it all, every seal on every door, every wallllll
Until the jig is called on The Riddler
 
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"The Show"

"The Show"


[Intro: sample]
"Wanna see the world, ain't scared to do it
Even if, your shocked by it
Me and you, lost when you do it
By myself, better off bein' you"

[Intro: Method Man]
Smoke cess nigga, smokin' that A.K
Norther lights, yeah.. stick 'em!
Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby doll
Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I., better
known as the crooked letter I
Come on! Self Service

[Method Man]
Y'all know me since '93, now let that weed burn
Back in this bitch, class dismissed, it's the return
Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn
Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y'all killas learn
Your only as good as your last hit
Soon as you put them automatics on safety that's it
I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets
Till you blasted, till y'all come ashes to ashes
We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound
You either up or down, don't get that ass kicked
Ya'll niggaz fuck around, y'all only tough around
The crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that ass kicked
What part of the game is this?
I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came to bitch, nigga
So, whose the whipped nigga, don't even trip, nigga
Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter
I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk
Then daddy might get him some tonight
Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics
Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right
Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city
To find out it'll cost you bout a buck fifty
Across your face swiftly, my after taste shitty
Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties
And I ain't even got to say my name
I got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick"
You think it's all a game, like pussy all the same
I'm speakin' toilet slang, not seakin' hall of fame
It's raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dooky
Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie
That like to pop snoopy, think she gon' pop coochie
Just cuz you got Gucci, don't mean you not hoochie
Girl, I tell it like a T-I-N
Ain't no other kids eatin' till I feed my kids
Trick, oh, you ain't crushin', sister, I can't do nothin' wit you
My money's celebate, honey, and we ain't fuckin' wit you
I do it for the nookie, some say I'm too pushy
Only thing better than pussy, that's some new pussy
There that go, looky, it's gettin' ugly even
With niggaz so broke, they couldn't spend a lovely even

[Outro: Method Man]
Yeah, that's it
Yeah, Method Man has just left the muthafuckin' building
 
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"The Turn"
(feat. Raekwon)

"The Turn"
(feat. Raekwon)



"Everywhere I turn, I see, your face..."

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah
Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, ya'll
Yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo

[Raekwon]
And we the Gods, still tear the whole hood apart
Darts that'll splatter through faces, taste niggaz hearts
I'm intellectual, plus professional
And Walbaums to vegetables
Shit is right here, like buyin' fly gear
Dare any white man or fan nigga, ran through niggaz
Blew shotties in niggaz lobbies, the grand RZA
We left, the radio broke, I yoke my vocals, hittin' green smoke
Allah Math', show me when the needle broke
Numb the whole crowd up, stupid ass Loud fouled up
Never knew what they had, now they proud of us
Picture my vision, precision, lines jumpin' out of commission
Divine got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me
Rae, we gotta generate, lord, I feel the Ditech, the mildew
Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little
Wrap up the whole rap government

[Method Man]
Go head, ya'll floss wit it
Walk wit, I slap your boss wit it
Navy blue, New York fitted, I'm cold frost bitted
Two puffs and off wit it
You smell the herb, 'fore I lit the spots its forfeit it
Blocks is hot, feel the shot from fourth/fifth it
With no regard for your boulevard, just the shit bag and bullet scar
It's the Riddler, riddle me this, riddle me that
Who the pretender? And who the door man that let them enter?
The Wu-Tang, 36 Cham', what you smokin'?
Got you in the game chokin', like Van Gundy coachin'
Your street team, bunch of weaklings
Don't ever let me catch your reachin'
Respect when a grown man is speakin'
Shh, keep on sleepin', and just like TLC, I keep on "creepin"
The five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin'
The heat seakin', missile official, that got issues
Like Funk Doc got snot tissue, it's Hott Nikkels

"Everywhere I turn, I see, your face, but you're never there"

[Method Man]
Shh... shit ain't over..
Okay, now, same shit, different day, grindin', gettin' paid
Self at it, automatic, guns that spit and spray
Gotta have it, ass grab it, time to slip and weight
Godbody, House your Party, watch the Kid N Play
Ya'll gon' make me go postal, up in this muthafucka house
Full of bloodsuckers and hoes that love hustlers
Roll that izza, pour me another kizza
Bigga, to my nigga, so drunk they can't get up
Shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes
Let the herb spots run til the cops come, suppose
I was just another stick in the mud, on a Saturday
Thinkin', how I'mma get the fifth in the club
See my crew thick, everyday I fights to prove it
We comes undisputed, with batteries included
Honey's "bee" like Meth, I be like what?
They want some free cd's, I'm like "see these" nuts

[Outro: Method Man]
If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' high tonight, say all right, haha
If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' drunk tonight, say all right, haha
It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah, yeah, ok
It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah..
 
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"The What"

"The What"


[Verse One: Notorious, Meth]

I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick
To stop me from that HIV shit
And niggaz know thet like a Twinkie filling
Playin the villian
Prepare for this rap killin
Biggie Smallz is the illest
Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talkin bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
is here to excite and
throw dick toykes
Bitches I like em brainless
Guns I like em stainless steel
I wan the fuckin Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me (T-H-O-D Man)
You don't want to fuck with Biggie

Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't hit
Come to spread butter deliverage over hominy grit
It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninja
Comin where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender
Lookin cold booty like your pussy in December
Nigga stobitchin, button up ya lip and
From Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippin
Hey, I'll be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappin
Actin as if it can't happen
You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin
Yo I'm from Shaolin, Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethin
So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kickin down your god damn door (and it goes a lil somethin like this)

[Chorus:]

Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta work hard fot it
Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop
And niggaz pack the clips, keep on

[Verse Two: Meth, Notorious]

Verse two, comin with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin niggaz back in I.C.U.
I'm lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew
I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huh
No question, I be comin down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a motherfuckin carpet get
And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
I spark and they cells get warm
I'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man!
Baby accept it, utmost respect it
(Assume the position) Stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens

Welcome to my center
Honies feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed
And when my Mac unloads
I'm guaranteed another video
Ready to die, why I act that way?
Pop Duke left Mom Duke
The faggot took the back way
So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-up
Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS
Excuse me, flows just grow through me
Like trees to branches
Cliffs to avalanches
It's the praying mantis
Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfuckin rap phenomenon, plus

(I got more glocks and techs than you)
I make it hot (Nigga won't even stand next to you)
Nigga touch me you better bust me
tree times in the head
Or motherfucker's dead, ya thought so

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
 
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"This Is What We Do"

"This Is What We Do"


Yeah, baby, hey yeah, yeah
And you know, said you know
Said you know, said you know babe, yeah

So you say your ish is it
And you say your ish is hot
You want me to touch your spot
Cuz that's how we do it
Now I watch your earrings jingle
And I watch you work your middle
Cuz your handle bars ain't little
Makes me wanna (Y'all ain't ready)

[1] - If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah show me what to do
I keep it movin', givin' it to you
Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

[Repeat 1]

Said East Side, where you at, yo what the deally
And to my ladies over West can you feel me
Tell me what the deal with the South
And tell me Master P got it all figured out
But if you say you with me, show you with me
You're so pretty, you stay shitty,
Ain't no shorty over 40 chillin' in the VIP with me
Damn right, game tight, cuz that's how we do it tonight

[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]

[Method Man]
Yo, yo
Who got the best body on the planet
I take advantage, then skate like the kissin' bandit
Leave of hearts
Got these shorties out after dark
We're lady killers
Then blow back apart, raw dealers
Tical! Dru Hiller, strange love, seven thirty
I'm like Herbie with a Love Bug
Then skip town like a Casanova Brown Mrs.
You look delicious like a two piece with a biscuit
What's goin' down?
In my mind I'm rippin' your clothes
Playing with your feet girl suckin your toes
Go round with the Ghetto Sarano', mello,
Romeo, who like his women on the same level
Pay my bills that were due, all accounts settled
Now I'm relaxing like Pa now with Ma Kettle
Baby laughing, earrings in both nipples
Like Janet Jackson, busting out her latest fashion
Or the smashin'
Honey come on over here, I **** feet cold
Throw them panties over there, you won't need those
You talk like sex
You walk like sex
Ya smell like sex
Ya yell like sex
And all ya want is Mr. Meth, hell of a man
That can sell an Eskimo a fan
I come equipped for any spot that you want hit
Or want licked, when my dick get the fuck outta here, ahh, shit
I start to think back on how I go hump
In seven minutes to heaven at the age of eleven
Couldn't tell me nuthin' then, can't tell me nuthin' now
Honey child, milkin' the cow, lovin' my style
This is what we do kid, me and them Dru kids
Take 'em blind, crimpin' them crazy, even toothless
Lastly, if you know me don't ask me
Call me Method, Mr. Meth if ya nasty

[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]

If I move it on the left, will it be hot to death
If I move it on the right, will you make it last all night (Woody)
If I move it up and down, will you make a freaky sound, come on
If I move it in and out, will it make you scream and shout
Come on

[Repeat 1 until fade]
 
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"Tical"

"Tical"


[sounds of fighting]
"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.
En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style."
"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!"
[Intro: Method (and others)]
From the tip top?
(Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)
Yup
One two (no doubt, no doubt)
One two one two
Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)
Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)
Ah one two yo, check me out
[Chorus:]
What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical
Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical
Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
[Verse One:]
Check it, I got styles, all of em sick
Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks
I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show
He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe
That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek
I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep
and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass
In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas
It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky
Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly
Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles
Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll
get severe on the double I harass it
I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble
Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted
Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered
By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it
[Chorus]
One two, uh, one two one two
One two, uh, one two one two
One two, uh, one two one two
Check it out
[Verse Two:]
What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit
that we got is to stay high, no question
Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin
When brothers start wettin everything in ya section
Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that
Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that
To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up
To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up
Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?
Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet
Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf
In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help
I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody
God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs
I be sprayin, brother with words
Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM
[Chorus]
One two uh, one two one two
One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)
(yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)
 
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"Tim Westwood Freestyle"

"Tim Westwood Freestyle"


Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Uh! [x2]
Meth, Check the verse, no curses, Yo
Listen
Still living by the code
Too many pretty women still living by the...
Yo, Yo
Haha yeah, yeah, here we go
No curses, yo, check the joint!
I'm just trynna get a mill
When I started rhymin' wasn't trynna get a deal
I was trynna get a feel
Homicide housing, bodies lyin' in the hill
Man ain't nothing worth me dying in the field
Especially when I'm trynna pay the bills
A lot of y'all relying on the steel
And see the court denying your appeal
If y'all don't know nothing, you better know it's real
If it works like a workshop, better know the drill
I'm past childish games
Y'all just trynna take me outta my game
And call my black women outta their name
I'm serious, they're out of my brain
Understand that my slang's
Fast and furious, they're out of my lane
Boy I'm hot, kids be calling me blaze
In the industry I'm not, they be calling me slave
I ain't trynna burn the spot, but I'm set in my ways
I'm just a product of the block, and the city I'm raised, Aha
I'm still living by the code
Too many pretty women still living by the strode
Daddy pimping 'em for doe
Early in the morning cops kicking in the do'
Man I think somebody snitching on the low
I caught my father sniffing on that snow
That's when he try to tell me things are different than befo'
Kids don't listen any mo', that's for sho'
We used to ask permission from our folks
Ain't no food up in the kitchen cause we broke
And I ain't trynna miss another meal
Cause love will get you killed
And if it don't, your baby mother will
But y'all ain't recognizing that it's real
Until that undercover pull a shield
And now it's kinda late to cut a deal
So I ain't gotta tell you how I feel
Why I'm trynna keep my pockets stuffed with hundred dollar bills
I should'a went to school and got a skill
But it wasn't in my future so I steal
That's why I got this Ruger in your grill
 
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"Torture"

"Torture"


Through bein humbles
Tru Mast' on da track.. LIKE THAT y'know?
Been in this rap game for like the past
four bullets now, y'know?
Doin bids, yea yea
I done peeped a lotta cats come through
Courageous cats, stray cats, haha
Top cats with top hats, yaknowhatI'msayin?
But it all boils down to this: we talkin lyrics
Rhymes, line for line, numero uno
Who the best? I don't know
Check it
Flame on - I rain fire, when Johnny Storm
I'm shocking like live wire - you have been warned
I prolong this next chamber, to make it strong
And prove all them doubters wrong
Killin Em Softly with this song, addin on
Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons
On my shift, shootin that gift, knowin he snitched
on the telethon, runnin his lips, sinkin the ship
Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him
and now she can't even save him, Johnny Blaze 'em
Send him to his final restin
Back to the essence, Faces of Death - The Final Lesson
Torture [3X]
Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know
Who got John Blaze shit? Suckin my dick to get famous
So I switch blades to Dangerous
Welcome to my torture chambers
Torture chambers where John Doe's remain nameless, hear me?
I know it's Def Jam, but think clearly
I made it possible for y'all cats to come near me
Keep your enemies, close and your heat closer
I slam just like my culture on all theories
Dead that - straight off the meat rack with this one
You get burned playin Nix-on, Hot Biscuit
Stand back - don't make me spit one, and paint pictures
On the walls of your mental, with hot lead from out these pencils
Iron Lung since I was young and not knowin
where the next meal was comin from, been troublesome
To all those posin a threat
If I go, everybody gotta go next, y'all niggaz know
The code of the street soldier, I'm watchin time
And time watchin me colder, Grim Reaper
Breathin death on my shoulder
Waitin for the day to take me over (take me over)
Torture [3X]
Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know
That you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate me
Still tryin to fuck my hoe, Johnny-come-latelys?
Got me in a world of shit, and now I'm pissed
Mama said there'd be days like this, tis the SeaZon
for Ducks and my pen's bleedin
Leavin' kids barely breathin for sneak-thievin
Famished from lack of eatin and lack of teachin
Banished from Rhyme & Reason for high treason, can it be
That the kid with the knot knees
Got G to make a grown man cop pleas, for this track
I got a Lovebug like Starsky, blow back
Until I drop Tical Part 3, ain't no stoppin
when you start me, John Jay
Pullin your card, mayday mayday
Niggaz owe they life to God, and now it's payday
Take it how ya wanna take it, fully clothed or butt-naked
I learned the hard way - ain't nuttin sacred
In this world - time to face it, Johnny Basic
Instinct, I'm sure to make it
While others fake it, fuck the spotlight, G-O-D already got light
Say what you like, just spell my name right
No doubt, this one goes out, to all you trout-fish
cake niggaz, keep my dick up out your mouth
Torture [3X]
Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know
 
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"True"

"True"


[Meth]
Jeeeez!

Now right
You know you dead wrong
Yo know...
Turn me up, turn me up

Jab me with a fuckin' spoon

You know you dead wrong
For this one right here baby, for real

Yo, yo, yo
Another day, another dollar
Sharks wanna bite don't bother
'Cause this rhymes the truth, and
The truths hard to swallow
Don Dada, hard act to follow
See Rockwilder with the iced out dog collar
My crew want it all
This bout is scheduled for one four
We can build or we can brawl
Yes y'all, last call for alchahol, damn!
Monkey wrench fuckin' up the whole program

[Chorus:]

[Meth]
Ooh
Them don't no have to respect me
Ooh
Them don't no have to come correctly
Ooh
Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin'
Big head nigga's don't listen

Hot and ah yes
My complex got a complex
Livin' in apartment complex
I'm cashin' chin checks every first and fifteenth
Failed my urinalasist, they threw me in the clink
5-0's can't stop the pot roll, Jonny
Still Blaze, send young mc's to the potty
Its side ways nine fifteen
Be aware of the fatal flyin' guilintines
Are you prepared?

[Chorus:]

Ooh
Them don't no have to respect me
Ooh
Them don't no have to come correctly
Ooh
Time flow constantly the way time flow
I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O.

My crew swarm in, tell a bitch please
Didn't mama tell you about the birds and the bees?
Especially them killa's
Girls night out with gorrillas (Meth acting like monkey)
Too slow ya' blow catterpilla
Son got game
And he pack a Rosco, ?fleat coal? train
Player we ain't playin'
Crush assossiated labels, don't let me in, I push my way in...
[Meth interupts with coughing]
As I was sayin', I push my way in, fuck it
How many suffered
For this Hip-Hop, if I can't see it, can't trust it
Tic-toc when will that fake shit stop?
Flip flop battery go dead in the clock

[Chorus:]

Ooh
Them don't no have to respect me
Ooh
Them don't no have to come correctly
Ooh
Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin'
Big head nigga's don't listen

Stapleton, the wild west Park Hill
Port Richmond, now born jungle nill
We dumbin', stunnin', bustin' to keep 'em comin'
Nigga's with alchahol problems, a hundred miles and runnin', yeah
Meth, I came here for crooks but I'm still here
Called me every name in the book but I'm still here
What up doc?
This Looney Toon got 'em shell shocked
Anvils droppin' out the sky once my hand cock
Back, I check you in to the smack down hotel, while everythings black
I'm like the cast in Belly I don't know how to act on wax
Rockwilder bring it on back

[Chorus:]

Ooh
Them don't no have to respect me
Ooh
Them don't no have to come correctly
Ooh
Time flow constantly the way time flow
I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O.
 
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