Niggas wanna test my stees,
Nigga please,
I black that eye like peas
You better freeze
In ya tracks
A Wu-Tang (bzzz) killer bees on ya back
I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack
You want it all?
Yeah I want it all like THAT
I stab my own moms in the back for a stack
Niggas like damn, why you want it like that?
Cause Im a dog, and I got no love for the cat
Attitudes cold like the north polar cap
Where I do my (??) a little further down the map
A little black island
Called Stat
Where niggas carry gats in they Black Moon hat
Now Im mad known for the bones and the rap
And youse an unknown with a phoney contract
Wake up and smell the method, motherfucker
Contact, fallin in a cypher from a fallen head crack
An indian giver and Im out to take it back
Shaolin Island, baby where you at?
A runaway train that be runnin on ya track
Thats how its goin down
Yeah, its goin down like that
I gets my thang in action
To live, to love, to see, to learn
Yo! Tell em whats happenin!
(Whats happening?
Ill tell ya wh-whats happening
Tell em whats happening
Brothers aint got no peers and they be smokin funny
Shaddup!)
I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
Betcha twenty points and ya still cant score
Nuttin
Cause you aint got no points in this game
Kid, you frontin
A home run hitter and you be buntin
Brush out the toilet, I got my shit together
When Im good, Im good,
When bad, Im better
You want it?
Whatever
I be the stormy weather
Rain coming down
To weather with ya leather
JACKET
A nigga with a ax
Couldnt
HACK IT
I spark em like a match (ssskt)
Coming back its the method
To get louder
The method
Man, clap yo hands, now check it
See me in the mist (??)
But my physical brother came through and got me lift
Niggas, that I walk by, give me the eye
The mormon is fuckin me up, killing my high
Nigga get back,
Ya pussy cat,
Im fearsome
Basically dat,
Im all of dat,
And den some
While I,
Was out on tour,
Goin beserk
I heard you
Was over at the sand box
And kickin DIRT
All over my name
But you cant pull my file,
YOU DONT KNOW ME, AND YOU DONT KNOW MY STYLE
Comin out dere like dat dere
YEAH,
(??) ghettos couldnt bear
(Meth-Tical, I told the boy everythin he KNOW
To all you bad motherfuckers
See, I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite
Everybody needs to love Dolemite,
I love Dolemite, you love Dolemite
Hey, how you doin nigga, I know you
Know what I did when I did?
Meth-Tical, shiiit, I told the boy--)
If ya cant get yaself a ten,
The least you can do is smoke five twos
(Where ya at? Method)
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