MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
method man - 420
f/ Carlton Fisk, RZA, Streetlife
[Intro: RZA (Method Man)]
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (roll it up niggaz)
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (4:20, y'all, it's time, it's time)
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (it's been a long time for this man
Niggaz been sleeping on the kid, man, everybody got some sideway shit to say)
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (Carlo! Know what I'm saying, man? Yeah)
[Method Man]
Fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing
Call the po-po, oh niggaz is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling
Niggaz no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though
Good pussy put a hump in my back like Quasimoto
Hah, my sex ain't homo, season vet, hold the adobo
Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough
I keep a low pro, file, excuse me as I get smoked out
Put hands on these niggaz, then put the roach out
Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good
Man, this Tarzan shit in the woods, my shit is hood, bitch
That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies
Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bullshit
Real spit, money come first, and even worse
You need all your toes & fingers to count up what I'm worth, trick
So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint
Dick, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa
[Chorus: Carlton Fisk]
It's 4:20, roll up, nigga getting smo-ked out
No seeds, California weed have you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which rims spoked out
4:20 mean either you roll up or roll out
[RZA]
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it
[Method Man]
So on and so on, I flow on
Power to our people, get your smoke on
And I'm so gone, off, that sour diesel
Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney
With that robe on, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb
The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the kitchen
With that cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision
Not a good look, told ya my nigga, Tical deliver
Hook or crook, lots of asses to kick, wish I had a bigger foot
Yeah, taking it there, hating who care
Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in here
To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart instrumentals
Fuck it, y'all niggaz is pussy, so is the dick that sent you
RZA, we done it again, Co-D occassion
Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then
Let's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it popping
The big and rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten
[Chorus] - 2X
[Streetlife]
The rap game won't like me
You can tell that a nigga is shiesty
If I die, my second born'll be like me
Slide dick to your wifey
Never know your baby boy just might be
Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill
From the Hill, never ran, never will
Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point
This is not a rap song, you get clapped on
Bullets break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name
Disrespect ya moms, spit on your dame
Go public, then, shit on your fame, you overlooking the fact
Where you from, is where we at
And y'all don't want no, parts, in that that
Caught your verse for sale, but real niggaz don't shoot & tell
We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell
[Carlton Fisk]
The inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker
Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma
Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster
Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up
Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano
Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle
And pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow
I'm still alive, and still the sun'll come out tomorrow
Shine shine shine, and grind, cuz it's money on my mind
And I'm moving like my life is on the line
For the bullshit, I really got no time, a full clip
Really gon' let ya niggaz know what's on my mind
When ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up
You won't need a camera phone to get the picture
Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up
Carlo Verrazano, you can call me mister
[Chorus]
method man - check writer
method man - fire ina hole
C'mon
C'mon, state your business
C'mon, let's make it hot
C'mon (word) let's make it hot
C'mon, let's make it hot
C'mon, let's make it hot
(Hardcore, to make them brothers act fools)
C'mon! C'mon!
With all due respect to the game, I'm the P-H-enom
Not ready for prime time, be-yond, extinction
Change your way of thinkin, or be-gone
fast the fuck out, somethin stinkin
Could it be the skunk, or could it be that body in the trunk
of my Lincoln, Continental style pop the pussy like a pimple
I'm fed up, I put it in your ear and fuck ya head up
Turnin up the temperature, hold them kids that entered the
36th, master mix shit
Biohazardous, pretentious
Do it for the chemically imbalanced
State your business, pay me at the door
Iron Man, hear me roar on twelve inches
Shell shocked soldier in the trenches
Fire in the hole {*rocket fire*} game commences
Third string rappers play the benches
Reload, there'll be no repentance for souls
Just life sentence, with no chance for parole
and that's real
Chorus: Method Man and Redman
{*rocket fire*}
Fire in the hole (Yo, fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*}
Fire in the hole
{*rocket fires twice*}
Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!!
Fire in the hole
{*rocket fires twice*}
Fire in the hole.. (Fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*}
Fire in the hole!
{*rocket fires twice*}
Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!!
Fire in the hole
Redman
Yes, yes, yes.. yo yo, yo
Gundowned at sundown
Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown
Your crew wanna punt now? Punk BLAOW
Swimmin trunks torn up from the huntdown
Brakes lock em up now, a rich bitch knock em up now
A plucked out eyebrow gal
Naw dawg, a broad got to be a huzzy
A hoodrat that ride like the "Bride of Chucky"
Walk through my hood, your jewels they scream "Tug me"
Mind revolve' to reload like a SCSI
Doc, Da Bigfoot out for da SQUOOSH
Shell shocked like I'm six months in the bush
Fire in the hole! {*rocket fire*} Hikin in the snow
with forty motherfuckers expirin the globe
Footprints of Timbs and Wallabee soles
We case the place like Barnaby Jones, homes
Lay it down like plats in ya hair
Ride off withcha money, then clap in the air!
Chorus: Method Man and Redman
{*rocket fire*}
Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*}
Yo, fire in the hole!
{*rocket fires thrice*}
Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!!
Yo, fire in the hole!
{*rocket fires twice*}
Fire in the hole.. (Yo, fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*}
Yo, yo, yo..
Method Man
This is for dem niggaz on Da Bricks, holdin down they block
For my nigga Carlton Fisk a kid who stay up in the box
Ain't no christmas -- ever since Santa scratched my name
off the giftlist, shit ain't been the same since "The
Pain"
No forgiveness, dead man talkin bout he lifted
I'm livid, hands around the throat of a critic
Yo Doctor, prescribe me a drug that can knock a
mule on his ass, take the blast out Binaca
For real doe, Arsenic Production that kill slow
Your eardrums, like a happy hooker with a dildo
I spas, on anyone who show his ass
I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas
Redman
Yo yo when Me and Meth swarm, you need a net to cover you
Turn the rap game into W-C-W
Off the rope I hangglide to the throat
Straight beef without french fries and a Coke
"Doc's Da Name", da burglar, I serve ya
The "Lethal 5" from Riggs and Murtoch
Then SKRRRT out my whip with ran down tires
with a chicken I met who hand out fliers
Look, I'm an Aries, I don't have it
My crew large enough to walk and cause traffic
Bounce like boxsprings on your Kraftmatic
Before you be suin Doc for malpractice
You couldn't bang from start
Your girl see you beat up and shit, get a change of heart
Flaming darts is spittin, name the mark
My impact tore JFK plane apart {*BOOM*}
Chorus: Method Man and Redman
{*rocket fire*}
Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*}
Fire in the hole
{*rocket fires twice*}
Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!!
Fire in the hole
{*rocket fires twice*}
Fire in the hole.. (Fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*}
Fire in the hole!
{*rocket fires twice*}
Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!!
Fire in the hole!
Method
Yo, yo, yo .. (fire in the hole)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Mr. Meth, ha ha
Funk Doctor, ha ha
Mathematics, on the track, ha, hah..
For my niggaz in Da Bricks, ha
For my niggaz on Shaolin, ha
Worldwide..
Redman
To my whole crew, P-P-C!!!!
Hahahahahhhhh
method man - let s ride
Method Man - Let's Ride
(feat. Ginuwine)
[Intro: Ginuwine (Method Man)]
Oohh, uh-oh, it's time, Meth Man, G-Wine, aiy-aiy-aiy-aiy
Aiyo, Meth this shit sick boy, haha, (it's beautiful) yeah
What's up (aww man, it's getting scary for y'all niggaz now) what's good
[Method Man]
There go the apple of my eye, my black butterfly
Don't try to pass me by, like you do them other guys
You do with brother's lies, about they baby mothers & they wives
And how you need they ass to survive
I ain't a bit suprised, and I ain't try'nna give you bad vibes
You probably had a bumpy last ride witch ex
Was he stalking, calling making threats where you rest
Until you got that order of protect
Girl, I'm far from a threat, boo, now hold for a sec.
Relax with the Meth, take a load off your breast
If you had a choice, baby, who would you choose
Them dudes who look like they got sugar in they shoes
Girl, that's how you lose
Before you play the game, know the rules
Cuz still ain't nothing changed but the jewels
You still paying dues, when we should be laying on the cruise
Some icecubes, playing with ya boobs, knawmean
[Chorus: Ginuwine]
Let's ride, we get it everyday, it's doesn't fail
And I always wanna know how you feel
Cuz you're everything, I'm always there for you
Yes, I'll be there, so let's ride
Let's ride, don't trip, got your back, I'm your man
I keep it G, like they do it in the hood, and
You give me everything, and always be right there
And if you real, then let's ride
[Method Man]
Hey, pretty ma, you look sweat, I mean
You the type of treat, I've been dying to eat
I see them other dudes try'nna speak, flossin' them jeeps
They wanna whistle & beep when you crossin' the street
Have mercy, to these big hands and big feet
Use me once and use me again like fish grease
Body perfect, primadonna, oh my god, mommy, work it
Make a nigga wanna get a job
I love chicks to hate staring, hate man sharing
Hate it when a bum bitch is wearing what she wearing
Huge attitude like the size of her badunk
Double XL, she the "Eye Candy of the Month"
Johnny, but ladies call me Big John Studd
Is it my big club or my big long hugs
Go figure, if you got an itch, I'm ya nigga
To scratch it, and bring the hook back while I'm at it, now pass it
[Chorus]
[Hook: Ginuwine]
Let's ride, I start up on your right
Peace and then we'll fight
I'm starting to fall for love
Yes, I will, yes, I will
Let's ride, don't need to think twice
I, want you at your time
Let's ride, let's roll, all night, oh lord
Full night, oooh tell me something
[Chorus]
[Outro: Method Man]
Yeah, this is Ginuwine, uh
Method Man, yeah, I like that
method man - plo style
Chorus:
P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the Owls
P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the Owls
P.L.O. style Buddha monks with the Owls
P.L.O. style...
Verse One: Method Man
Here comes the ruckus the motherfuckin ruckus
Thousands of cut throats and purse snatchin fucks
Straight from the brain I?ll be givin you the pain anger
Comin from the 36th Chamber Bang!
Tical hittin with the Buddha-Fist style
Shotgun slammin in your chestpiece, plow!
Brain, is blown all over the terrain
Like a man without no arms you can?t hang
Time for a change of the guard
You?ve been arrested for lyric fraud now you hard
For real, check it, I pull strings like B.B. King on guitar
I?m the true fist of the North Star!
Verse Two: Carlton Fisk, Method Man
Ooooooooh! What a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to decieve
Guns be clickin, runnin with my clan we be stickin
Whatever, my street family stays together
Represent what I invent, killa hill
Resident, rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent
The street life is the only life I know
I live by the code style it?s mad P.L.O...
Iranian thoughts and cover like an Arabian
Grab a nigga on the spot and put a nine to his cranium
I..can?t...get no satisfaction, niggas won?t be lastin
Long, unless they get protaction, for real
Strong, comin with my clan so what?s happenin
Commercial rap, hate it with a passion
The M-E-T-H-O-D got me drinkin O.E. all night in a M.P.V.
Just maxin, lookin for hoes, you know relaxin
Bitches know the hour it be time for some action
P.L.O., peace to that nigga Barryano
Word up, let?s take him to the bridge, Verrazano
Chorus
method man - pussy pop
[Method Man]
It?s the Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down.
[Xzibit]
When it?s all said in done, we gon? be on top
Cause we don?t stop, now, lock it down, hit the spot
and clown; Niggas relyin on special effects
While the khakis and chronic, got the bitches still breakin they neck
Move the crowd without breakin a sweat
Trend setter, with a Beretta, so keep it on deck
Cause you never know when Xzibit gonna move through the set
Don?t be scared, just be prepared and quiet as kept
At a night club, talkin bout you don?t go out
And you tryin to got to school and make a certain amount
But the last part, I just couldn?t figure it out
I guess its real hard to talk with a dick in your mouth
Lightweight, like confetti, steadily tested by motherfuckers who ain?t ready
To deal with the legendary
Soopafly, emcee, and bullett logo
Shot callers, clear the whole block like we po-po
[Chorus: Method Man]
Round and round we go, it don?t stop
Till we all get dough, c?mon, make it hot
Baby girl to the pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop, pop!
Lookin good with your stink-ass
Type of ass make a nigga pull it over fast
Make it hot, baby girl to pussy pop, pussy pop
Lick shots for the pussy pop, pop pop!
[Jayo Felony]
Well, you gotta pop the pussy, get rid of the next with a name on your gums
It?s the ?Bidulo Gang? bitch, we both want some
You got titties and ass
But I got a dick and some cash
You ain?t talkin bout shit
Then I?ma smash, bitch
On three, on me, bitch, you my property
Daddy Jayo Felony, ain?t nobody stoppin me
And I said daddy, bitch thats what you gon? call me
I ain?t no simp or a wimp
I?ma motherfuckin pimp
Tear spots in my hoes, make they high-heels fall off
You got me ? the fuck-up, if you think I?m goin soft
on ya; I?m hard on my hoes that?s how it goes
Bitch, get up off your toes, and get my six-four
? My name, you bounced, so you might as well break bread
And only Dulo niggas know, whats the head
My name is Billy Loco and this is my opinion
I?m coming from SD, and Dulo is my religion
Be-b-b-b- atch!
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
I don?t save or pray, or ? clothes
All I really wanna do is win the game, fuck hoes!
In Jamaica, at the Half Moon Villa, with a killa
And a cocain dealer, layin low from the law
See it all comes down to who?s quick to draw first
Pay attention, prevention, ridin off in a hearse
Mister X to the you know me
Thousand-dollar bitches wanna pop the pussy for free
The disfunctional member of the Alkoholik family tree
Frequently bang bitches, Wu-Tang, Killer Bee
Hennessey on the rocks, with Pina Coloda
At the Ramada, make you work hard like Donna
For the cheese, got you down on your hands and knees
After that we kick back and burn up some trees
Mad shout, cause Xzibit?s not the type to be treatin
I?m an Alkoholic and I?m late for my meeting
(Come on, Like that!)
[Chorus]
method man - suspect chin music
[Method Man]
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
send niggas back to go, try again niggas
all hail me, the good the bag the ugily
the money's around your way, lovely
where for art thou Meth-tical god-child
I pack a smile like crocidile profile
can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now
spin around let your whole crown man down, man down
[Street Life]
I live by the street code never old
never love a hoe, never flash the dough
cause you never know who friend or foe
got block control solid gold thought
before the blow lets stroll through the ghetto
habitat with no parole
never snitch switch which
keep a fresh pair of kicks
split the tongue snatch the weed
in case the cops wanna strip search
think first prepare for the worst
when you do dirt
remember there's a million other niggas with the same thirst
[Method Man]
No doubt dummy out
bets pull the money out
niggas walk a funny route
this is what its all about?
young guns and dum-dums
slum bums and sons
askin' niggas where they come from
get him for his one, um
sunshine, its crunch time
stranded on the front line
ducking from the one-time
niggas on the run, where the cameras can't come, ha
make this one the anthem
ring around the rosie
pocket full of Grants, uh
[Street Life]
Just because you wild in the club you ain't thug
sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug
tattoos and hard screws don't make you thug
sucker for love catch a slug, nigga
[Method Man]
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
send niggas back to go, try again niggas
shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
[Street Life]
Carry your eyes and avoid spots
cellblocks rap blow you for your slide(?)
time what you got's mine
we can take it to the yellow lines and we can pull nine
whether the rhyme or the crime Ima still shine
heavy on the street talk cut your life support short
never had no love for you so there is no love lost
strictly enforced by the street stories get double crossed
hands off I run with the torch
[Method Man]
They got me fed up from the head up
put up or shut up
on stage in them shiny get-up
these niggas is funny
energizer bunny actors
they hustle backwards
son I think they gay rappers
say word, drop some stature
dog splash ya, party crash ya
the spell casta
heard the same before and after its over
flood get your brain end the game, done its over
end of the line out of time bitch its over
on the wrong street with no heat he was sober
we soldiers somebody should've told ya
[Street Life]
Million dollar ice on your wrist don't make you thug
cause a bitch is sucking your dick on your skit you ain't thug
bandanas and bad grammer don't make you thug
sucker for love catching slugs nigga
[Method Man]
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
send niggas back to go, try again niggas
shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas
send niggas back to go, try again niggas
shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow
[Street Life]
With the W burning through your flesh
verbally possesed never second guess
blow minds like David Koresh
fuck a vest you need a gun to protect your assets
deep in the aztecs break out before the sun set
street wars gimme yours crime is what I live for
got rhymes galore next time its at the wu store
if you sleep late, next date is at the cest gate
all you sober mcs, I leave y'all niggas half-baked
[Method Man]
Microphone is in a choke hold
losin' control bringing drama by the boatload
it takes drama
in the pillage now of cappadonna
my split persona hit their village and their baby mama
y'all niggas playing with this money while we stay hungry
and kept it pudgy it won't make me have to crash, dummy
before its over
you should keep your chain tucked in
and should never run your mouth with a suspect chin
now lay it down
[Street Life]
Just because you wild in the clup you ain't thug
sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug
tattoos and hard screws you ain't thug
real thugs runnin' with hate and smash love
method man - we some dogs
[Redman]
[Chorus repeats 2x]
If I?m a dog, then we some dogs
We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog
Girl don?t waste that swallow it all
We just some dogs, we just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it?s on
Bitch, your fucking with a dog, all I wanna do is bury some bones
Take a piss on a tree and I?m gone, girlfriend don?t get it wrong
I hate to be the one to shit on your lawn, but I ain?t got my dog license
I ain?t nothing nice, and I ain?t never met a piece of pussy I ain?t liking
Sugar and spicing, kicked up with ice and, you can do anything with these hoes
Except housewife them, like snoop said ?it ain?t nothing but a G thing?
Got a bitch in my bed, in nothing but a g-string, so peep game
Who the lucky female to taste these, snips and snails and puppy dog tails huh?
You?re messing with me, I?m messing with you, I?m a dog trick
I chase cats like Peppy La Pu, dead on shit
My life?s like a Holiday Inn, if my girl act up
I?m gunna fuck her friend, if I?m a what...
[Chorus 2x]
[Redman]
I?m a dog motherfucker, I walk on all fours
Find where you live at, shit on your porch, Redman is hungry
Don?t leave the food out, I?m pumped like a Pamela Anderson boob job
Straight up bulldog, mixed with a Shinshuu cause I bullshit, party a little bit
Swim with the shark, you?re bound to drown
my weed is like green, and yours
Brown, the doctor the dog, from Cali to Georgia
when cats meow with noting on top they halter
I don?t have Yemen that laugh when I laugh
we some dogs, we can kiss our own ass
Like a golden retriever, retrieving the chronic
the dose nose bitch, and no need to hide it
Redman a flirt, always get my nuts stuck to the porch
like the dog on Joe Dirt
[Chorus 2x]
[Snoop Dogg]
Fish don?t fry in the kitchen, bitch don?t climb, keep bitching
Beans don?t burn on the grill, 3, 4, 5
with the pimping, hoes get your pimps permission
Now pay attention, the big D-O double to the G-O
to the liquor store to crack a hoe and get some VO (VO)
And mix it with some pena colidino
then slip it on the bitch then I dip with all her c-notes
Scandalous, yep bitch cause we know
every pretty hoe always down to pull a d-low
On me? No, so there wont be no shaking me down
breaking me down, here we go
You know I?m just oh so slick
the way you chew that bubble gum, the way you sucking a dick
And I can tell, that you a freak
I wanna stick some dick up in you can I skeet, skeet
Don?t you know why?
[Chorus]
[Repeating till fade]
method man - 1 2 1 2
Meth:
Come on
1 2 1 2 uh uh
1 2 1 2
Mr. Meth and Doc
1 2 1 2
Uh uh 1 2 1 2
DJ Scratch on the track
1 2 1 2
Wa wa 1 2 1 2
Break your motha fuckin back
1 2 1 2
Ah yo yo
My, lyric is 8 ball
Batter up play ball
Fuck yawl ANALOGUE
Niggas we be digital, subliminal, come in
From the 5 star general
Attack you from the blind side, invisible
To the naked eye
Where them criminals
Better have your 8 essential vitamins and minerals
The wu is coming through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen
Redman:
Off a beat like this
I keep a night stick
In case any stick up care where heat might miss
I chicken fry rice bitch
In a white trench
Bustin off two macks I'm like "I'm hit"!!!
I'm just playin, I clear the croud out
Like a peppa can sprayin
I throw lightin out the arms raiden
Go guard your pray
Next year I do nothin more than Y2K
Hook:
We say
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
We say
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 we say
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
We say
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
And if you say fuck me [Meth]
I'm a say fuck you [Redman]
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
Meth:
From deputant down to stripper
I'm too nonchalaunt
A drink mixed with four kinds of liquors
Catch me at the bar "Fu Bar"
Ladies know who we are and
Dream of fuckin a star
Who da scrub
Shotgun in this man car
Burnin up
Forever gettin thrown out the club
It be us Paul
Shot out and bugged
I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz
I'm everything you think you don't know
Redman:
I throw a 5 in the power
Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps, 40 miles per
hour
I'm out at Howard, next to Baltimore
Takin change out the fountains at shoppin malls
Rats can only afford Chuck E Cheese
The blood in my jeans is tough like Buddy Lee
Semi-dart auto off ya, blood coughin
Meth pull the last spark plug with a heart pump
Hook
Redman:
Call me will, enemy I state
When 4 Doc run the scam
New jacks studderin, that the man from the upperhand
Punch, atomic bomb I hit many
From Bricks to South Park you dyin with Kenny
While you bailin I'm trailin
Rockin hard hat helmets clip the satellite servallence
When I walk by you better not be kickin
Or i put two more in that terriyaki chicken
Meth:
You've just been fitted for them seeman shoes
This is bottom of the lake raps
Stab you in the back
Kung Fu
52 cops can't withstand the 52 blocks
Unless they bust like 52 shots
I'm the has been that have not
Battle kids at Maxwell's house
Know when I'm good to the last drop
Whats my name Meth he's name Doc
Just like urban
See me in the gran transportation splurgin
Drivin with a turban who push a black suburban (come on)
We rollin windows half down through the urban
Network law lay it down like a persian
M to the E to the F, spell curtain
Redman:
Get out your car sucker
This ain't yours
Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls
And brauds got the nerve to act funny
You a champaine ho, with kool aide money
Frown bitch, Doc up in that town quick
You back down a point on NFL blitz
I'm lyin buddah break fool and take two
And put your hole in the earth to escape through
Hook
Talked:
DJ Scratch
Not ready for prime time playas
Mr. Meth, Funk Doc
Def Jam 2000 mutha fuckasssssss!!! (echos out)
Calm me down baby
Nod your head to this
Come on
Ey yo this is WKYA radio
We kickin your motha fuckin ass
Yo Flex
Thats right it's goin down
Redman, Method Man blackin the funk out
Now listen
method man - 4 ever
[Chorus: Megan Rochell]
We both know, that our love will grow
And forever, will be you and me...
[Method Man]
Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only
That don't fuss or fuck around on me, or leave me lonely
Not just a honey, but a homey, just wanna hold me
Cuz she got alotta love for me, and put it on me
If I need that, plus she understand me when I beat that
It's sweet like candy, this time, I might just eat that
You steal my heart, sweetheart, then you can keep that
Let's bar hop and find us a spot where we can chief at
Push the seats back, you got the kinda body niggaz beep at
Try to speak at, but get no feedback
Sophisticated, Miss Highly Edumicated
Living well, lady that made it, type of woman you stay with
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Give me a queen that respects a "king", just like Coretta
Get everything except the ring, for worse or better
Even through the stormy weather, rain, sleet, snow
Whatever, see if it go down, we go together
Like Twix bars, ain't no problem that we can't fix, ma
You ain't gotta sugar my tank, or key the kid car
Cuz broken hearts leave big scars, when emotions get hit hard
Niggaz get drunk and hit the strip bar
But that ain't even ya man's style, even back as a manchild
That's where I stood, and where I stand now
I'm throwing rocks at your window pane
Trying to bang, girl, like injure pain, you know the game
[Chorus]
[Megan Rochell]
No matter what we go through (what we go through)
I'll be there for you (there for you)
I'll never let you down, I'll just hold you down, oh-oooh
No matter where we be (where we be)
I'll do it all again (all again)
The ups and down, I'll hold you down, oh-oooh
[Method Man]
Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only
She don't fuss or fuck around on me, or leave me lonely
Not just a honey, but a homey, just wanna hold me
Cuz she got alotta love for me, and now I gotta
Lotta love for her, might even take a slug for her
And everywhere we go, pull out that red rug for her
Yeah, them back rubs in the bathtub, got me cleaning my act up
I'm ready to shack up, now that's love
[Megan Rochell]
Nobody can love you like me boy
I'll promise to be your only girl
Don't ever leave, just stay
You will be down for me, anyway
Ahhhhhhhhhh, you and me together, baby
[Chorus]
method man - 4 seasons
Redman
Hitch!
Brick City, yo
Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young
At 8 paint chips the rare moon ----
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and Meth exchange shifts
For money, to your house arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper chase
Blow zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve to you to liquor in the plate
Battle royal, in the ring smoking like ought to owe ya
Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the Waltons
Down South, the forty-four feela
I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga
I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga
Westside highway running, homo nigga
LL Cool J & Method Man:
I'm the sultan of the ghetto
The homicidal aficionado
I empty niggas out like Cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking Bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the royal King James
Phantom Menace, that's why niggas make faces like they drinking
Guinness
When they realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chicky-eyed blonde hair, honeys sippin' rainbow
colored
drinks
Black thugs with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggaz freeze when I step up in the building
The Godfather's here giving blessings to his children
Carrots shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their
rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black Gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes
We can do this one more time, I'll let you decide
The Alizae swigger, I clock twelve figgas
Think Goulianni's rough I got some real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be seated until my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, Method Man get loose
What the world gonna do when my dogs get loose?
(Blaze one) Blaze one (Blaze one) Blaze One
Blaze, blaze, blaze one
Method Man
Now four corners, four seasons
Four MC's with four reasons to bring this game to its knees
And why you down there, suck my dick
My whole motto is fuck it
Hit the smoke shop and blow my budget
MC's abusing my bitch, using my shit
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my grip
Now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you?
I do my best work stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is where you'll find my buried treasure
I'm still wild, still Tical
Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a song a six street
Pocket full of chits
Too many rappers be on John Gotti's dick
Now this is something that we don't rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and hip-hop first
Ja Rule
Easy, ain't near niggas spitting like me
Nor Murderers motherfuckin' INC
Niggas will pass me, look me in the face, ask me
Are y'all really on the way or did somebody ask me
Ja the myth, ready hand me the fifth let me explain
Your lil' man made me give him a lift
So you ridin' with gangstas
I'm up to a whole lot of other shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas can't deal with
Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to knife
Lesson tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot shit
Ja Rule with Hot Nix I'm the best at that shit
So bitches explain this
We ride dick so well, head game from hell
I love making them yell, my name
Rule baby, And ain't shit gon' change, uh, uh
Redman
Yo Meth why don't you ask where all the ladies at?
Method Man
Where all the ladies at?
All the ladies in the house with the real hair
The clean underwear and she don't need welfare, make some noise
Check this shit out
method man - a special joint
[Redman]:
Do you want to get high man?
[Method Man]:
I see em. Does Pinochio have wooden balls man?
[Redman]:
Well yo, I got a joint I've been saving here for a special
occasion.
[Method Man]:
Ahh, niggas, bitches, welcome. A full tank of gas, a pound of
weed, a bird called Pinky. To the East, driver to the East. Funk
Doctor and the Phino.
By the way, this is protected by the red, the track, and Tical.
With the key.
[Redman]:
Oh shit where the keys at?
method man - act right
?Yeah, that?s right everybody get some act right?
Awww shit! Ya know the name
Who flip flows like chessboards, there go the games
I?m drugs to the brain
Even on the 14th of February I ain?t got no love for Elaine
Back doin? my thang, right
Livin? the fast life
Bitch grab a seat at the bar, get you some act right
If that don?t do it then rock, lets bring it back like
?Damn right everybody get some act right?
Ever since I came up, rappers done changed up
Put your walking shoes back on and step your game up
I?m getting through off the books, rock we banked up
Y?all don?t think my shit off the hook, then yall can hang on
I?m like a king that?s so fresh so clean
I leave niggaz like black coffee, no cream
Come inside the party fuck up the whole scene
?That?s right everybody get some act right?
[Hook]
Get up get up, ya know what we came here for
What up what up, get your asses out on the floor
Come on come on, I?ve been away for far too long
Guess who?s back and far too strong for ya niggaz (now)
We feelin? good tonight, we hittin? ?dro like
We gettin money and gettin? honeys that flow like
My mic, my clothes, my life, my dough
?Thats right everybody get some act right?
Ya damned if you do, ya damned if you don?t
Step inside my Range and get blammed if you won?t
My Clan in the joint, man we got it locked
Like whatever niggaz got in the bank, I got it stopped
Y?all already know of my strength already growin?
And this game many may come but few are chosen
I don?t usually do this, but keep the party going like
?Damn right everybody get some act right?
I get tips from BIG and Pac when they blastin? the heat
If you?s a rapper, don?t ever ride the passenger seat
One to grow on
When up shit?s creek, you get your roll on
Boy I never stop, I go on, so on and so on
Rappers can?t fuck with me
My career?s like somebody put glue in your chair and now your stuck with me
I don?t use pick up lines, I guess I?m just picky
?That?s right everybody get some act right?
[Hook]
Extra extra read all about it
Who shits they grounded, flies all around it
My trees don?t doubt it, they green as a salad
All American Express I never leave home without it
I?ll never go pop, Meth Man I?m bout it
Whenever I rock, the jam?s over crowded
I?m never gonna stop, the fans won?t allow it
?Damn right everybody get some act right?
Yo, get it you got it, if you got it then good
?There?s a lot of rappers rappin? but not a lot of ?em could?
I?m that boy in the hood that told Red Riding Hood
There ain?t nothin but wars in my neck of the woods
So! Who?s ready for MC Whoa
What?s beef? Beef is what I got teeth for
I eat up everything on my plate then eat yours like
?That?s right everybody get some act right?
[Hook]
?Stand up! Staten Island, Lond Island get some act right
Every borough, New Jersey get some act right
Each state, west coast, east coast, dirty south, midwest get some act right
If it ain?t well, it ain?t right
If it ain?t Meth, it ain?t tight
So on that note like this, everybody get some act right?
method man - afterparty
[Intro: Method Man]
Damn... yo, yo
[Method Man]
Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M
Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin
Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, Meth, the mailman!
[Method Man]
Yo, Ghost, let him in!
[Ghostface Killah]
Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here?s a pen
[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
My keys is missin?, my trees is missin?
No more parties, cuz Doc need to listen
[Ghostface Killah]
Cuz something in my closet, go look (he?s a pissin?)
I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back
[Method Man]
Half a box of cereal gone, my milk?s warm
Mad strong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon
Stretch with a morning yawn, party ?til the break of dawn
Ladies throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on
[Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
Each (meet) son (see)
Boats (suites) dough (beats)
No cat give you these, rap flow triple g?s
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride
[Ghostface Killah]
Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all time
Rush little shotgun, rest around nine
Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no swine
Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes
And U-G. had a master headache
Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin? that cake
Where Divine at? Wine at
Tell a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it wit a blind back
Dime sack, you know we blew that wit the cognac
Them bowling ball lead head niggaz, we call them pawn yacks
[Method Man]
I say my girl, like to party all the time, Ghost
Spend up my ends, every week, she always crime broke
Thank God it?s friday, I just got paid
Feelin? good like I just got laid
The next drink?s on me, instead of, oh God, you think O.G
White girls they comin? out, like they Pink on E
So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless
We got the ?dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin? garbage
Is where it?s crackin? at, Street is you passin? that?
Mami?s is grabbin? ass, Johnny, I?m grabbin? back
You know my habitat, you know my peoples
If you wit me, where you at
There ain?t nothin? compared to that, come on!
[Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
Each (meet) son (see)
Boats (suites) dough (beats)
No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga please
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride
[Hook 2X: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
I got me some Seagram?s gin
Everybody got they cup, but they ain?t shit there
(These cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with them)
Come back again, drunk off your gin
And when they try to get you for they ends, that?s no friend
That?s no friend, eh, eh
[Outro: Method Man]
Yeah, greedy muthafuckas, always wanna get high
But never wanna buy, first one to come to the party
Last one to leave, man, fuck all that
Aiyo, Mr. Streetlife, tell ?em where we come from man..
method man - all that i need
Chorus:
You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real witchu
Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo
On top of that you got the good power-U
Verse One:
Check it out
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me
Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was nuttin
You made a brother feel like he was something
That's why I'm with you to this day boo no frontin
Even when the skies were gray
You would rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay"
Now that's real to a brother like me baby
Never ever give my pussy away and keep it tight aight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife
Just be there for me I'm a make sure we
Be livin in the fucking lap of luxury
I'm realizing that cha didn't have to fuck with me
But cha did now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
Chorus 2X
Verse Two:
I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
No need to shop around you got the good shit at home
Even if I'm locked up North you in the world
Rockin three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo
It be true me for you that's how it is
I can be your Noah you can be my Wiz
Then I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth
Resurrect the God through birth
Best believe
Chorus 2X
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