"Wanna see the world, aint scared to do it
Even if, your shocked by it
Me and you, lost when you do it
By myself, better off bein you"
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
Yall know me since 93, now let that weed burn
Back in this bitch, class dismissed, its the return
Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn
Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will yall killas learn
Your only as good as your last hit
Soon as you put them automatics on safety thats it
I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets
Till you blasted, till yall come ashes to ashes
We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound
You either up or down, dont get that ass kicked
Yall niggaz fuck around, yall only tough around
The crowds, scared to bust a round, dont get that ass kicked
What part of the game is this?
I came to break bread, evidently yall killas came to bitch, nigga
So, whose the whipped nigga, dont 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 itll 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 aint even got to say my name
I got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick"
You think its all a game, like pussy all the same
Im speakin toilet slang, not seakin hall of fame
Its 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, dont mean you not hoochie
Girl, I tell it like a T-I-N
Aint no other kids eatin till I feed my kids
Trick, oh, you aint crushin, sister, I cant do nothin wit you
My moneys celebate, honey, and we aint fuckin wit you
I do it for the nookie, some say Im too pushy
Only thing better than pussy, thats some new pussy
There that go, looky, its gettin ugly even
With niggaz so broke, they couldnt spend a lovely even
Yeah, thats it
Yeah, Method Man has just left the muthafuckin building
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