Yeah!
This-this-this-this
This is an exclusive (lets go)
Mr. Meth, youre so Def, you put them other M.C.s out to rest (thats right)
And they test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (lets go)
Yo, uh, come on, come on, now
Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, Im gettin thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, aint one army can Blaze Johnny
Like Gwen Stafani, you know theres No Doubt
Im trill, sick with it, its like ill
Thats the only way to explain these mic skills
On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real
The more steel, the more bodybags to fill
Can I get, hit of that hydro, nigga
I tried to quit puffin before, but Im no quitter
If honey show me her buns, Ill show her my ones
If the bed rockin, keep knockin and Imma cum
Want some, take some, I get it crunk
Speak junk, Ill slow up your road with speed bumps
When they play this in the club (say what?)
Go and tell that nigga, bump that (say what?)
Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (say what?)
Yall dont really really want that (say what?)
And for whatever muthafucka, dont like it (say what?)
Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?)
Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?)
Are yall ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?)
You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked
And if your feelin lucky, duck, then press yall luck
Yall got me effed up, over tracks overreact
Once I start, like a bullet, aint no holdin me back
Im all that and two macs, yall fakin jacks
When I cock back like Busta Bust and make em clap
Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds
Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends
Got to get it, and when Im gone
Yall bury me with chrome, and tell hell Im comin home
Im poison, see my skull and crossbones
Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones
And I got drugs in my system, we thugs in the system
That put slugs in victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat
As long as I aint no game, theres no contest
Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chain
I guess that should explain why I given the dope name
Aint nothin free, everything got a fee
How the fuck you got a car and aint got a pot to pee?
Ima grown man, so I do grown man things
Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?
Its Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes
Im number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady
Its all good, everything I spit, all hood
And if yall gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish yall would
Who John Blaze? Uh, when yall gon learn huh
When I burn son, stick a fork in him hes done
And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J
For the right CREAM, thell do anything you say
She Ice Cream, Im caked up with icing
Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream
Lets work... come on
Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy
Hitmen baby, lets work, come on
Lets work, come on, yeah
Uh, lets work... aiyo pass that nigga
Joe Hooker, I see you, lets work, yeah
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