MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
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 - 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 - 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
method man - america s most
Yo, welcome
This is MC sharper image
I'm standing here with my dog technology
And we are here to uplift you mind
and upgrade your systems
so come on down everyone that wants to get some
plug in and boot, and boot
[Method Man]
Yo, Yo, I couldn't give a rat's ass
I've come to eat grub and slap ass
And show my whole entire black ass
Y'all know the saying he who laughs last laughs loudest
Bang the loudest, can't a coward do a thing 'bout it
What the bum-ba claat like "aye carumba"
Here's my name and number, lets "La Rhumba"
Doc, it makes me wonder; how many heads has Heather Hunter's
How many different conclusions to come to
And my sixteen bars meth, hittin' too hard
With a total disregard for whole entourage
Rap phenom, slap your ass, snap your thong to my theme song
And hope you don't get clap upon
Who that kid, as dirty as that Ol' Dirty Bastard
Who that kid, who pack a tool belt and dirty belt and dirty ratchet
Set your tape recorder, lock down your daughter
Soon as a touch the rap game, out of order
[Redman]
Do I get brollic
Gimme that car ill show you how to flip mileage
Gimme that mic, ill short it with a quick wattage
Skip college for the big wallet
The ape with a fire escape from the weight of a hit product
My draft is cold like miller beer
When you hear it, you see more stars than tigger's cheer
The red nigga here, and its out of control
Something like when Ron Gold' went out with Nicole
I'll bring it back to the streets where the crooks belong
And if it ain't come back raw, you cooked it wrong
Gangsta bomb, hold your nose
At the show, ill be shittin' out my mouth like my colon closed
Me and meth, 100 proof, in case y'all a biter
And ovaries, feel these great ball of fire
(Doc, where the lighter) I'm hemming them up
Coffee grind them and put them in a vanilla dutch
[Hook] (with America's' most after the end of each line)
Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that
Beback , that what it all about now ,be that
We not playin' (knowwhatinsayn' sonsayin)
Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that
Beback , that what it all about now ,be that
Fuck with the meth(knowwhatinsayn' sonsayin)
[Method Man]
I'm looking at you killers like you stole something, fuck ya life
Trust my niggaz, sometimes for I trust my wife
Fuck it, I'm nice, y'all don't be rushing the mic
With your guns in your left hand
Not bustin' it right
Ain't no I in the team
Ain't no eyen' my cream
I'm a semi-auto, clean
Rapid-fire machine
Cocky, six foot three with knock knees
Attract hoodrats for blocks cause I got cheese
[Redman]
yo, dude I carry cheese, but I don't flaunt it
when the towel it thrown it, you know there's grown men that spoke on it
We both want it, the Trackmasters
Puncturing holes in the beat when a vocal tone poke on it
Barbaric, my caddie truck beyond average
with the same size wheels that on a horse carriage
up in the air , spot my dudes
Rollin' over shit like B. Rhymes on mountain dew
[Hook] - repeat 2X
method man - and justice for all
Chorus (x2)
Fuck yall analog niggas we be digital
Wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
[killa sin]
We move on m.c.'s mechanically
Strike nerve like ghost vs. a canopy
Hard to touch ratarded fucks playing wit they fantasies
Respect this
Specialist
Black
Testing this will get ya necklace jacked
And named scratched up off my guestlist party freak
You the type of nigga that'll hardly speak
Unless you spoken to
We throw a cold screw
And sober up when im approaching you
At the same time we posting two
Niggas on tha ass-fist gonna do what they supposed to do
The limelight
Snatched away from you because its my night
Killarm blaze inside of the twilight
You better get ya lines right
Half of thease crabs cant even rhyme right
Which dart slows wit body movement and blurry eyesight
What you want i already got
And after i controll i keep head high, head pon-cocked
And pockets rollin'
You foldin'
You fagot ass fuck
[dom pachino]
Yo farotion never fails
Shoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nail
Inhale life
Exhale strive anxiety's trife
Blowin' smoke out my peice pipe
Ducking the snipe
Shot off the top of the white house and cop 4's
War never does and many causes
My offense is my defense extreme precautious
Moving cyphers high valocities making you nautious
Ya forcing it
Parishly extortionists
Aborting this
Space ship thats spacious face it
Im on contain shit
Pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix
The case is
If not ya basic
Way to make shit
Embrace it
Knowing some day you'll have to face it
Chorus
Fuck yall analog niggas we be digital
Wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
(so fuck yall, so fuck yall niggas)
[bobby digital]
Yo, yo hard to grapple
I raise the sharp scaple
Technique slaps you invasion body snatch you money grip
I smoke the honey dip
Blunts cherry bomb
Very calm
First bursts like a shot from the berry homes
You'd be most wise to pay close attention
To willy lynchin'
Its stupid to fuck wit' bobby steel's henchmen
I step into presidential
Credentials, evident my potential
Be infinate, deluxe benetic sluts invinsible
Only ones can know me
Swore me before the dolby
Alexis colby broads try to control me
Pussy whip me like toby
Fuck the local
I move global
Economical
Ship sea promise fool
My info glow
And the dark wu-tang logo
Sparks the attention, look listen observe
Killa bee swerv
Slam like dr. julias erv
Still strike the vital nerve
Charter through the magna carta
Trapped like otis and carter
Wild like the shaolin style or manos harbor
King devine forced to shine
Head burst open like a bottle of pine
Use penmenship
When i write my script
Blunt spark em' and them mark em' homeless
Killa hill syndrome
Peace to two tone
He must know me to understand me from what you do
To realize im you
Everything i do honey bee from the bee hive
Ever-green squeeze dried leaf smoke killa priest from the tribe
Of levi smoke out and not steal
Or blunt spill
The indestructable bobby steel's is here
[method man]
Yo in the heat of the night
My 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and trappa john m.d.
Full metal jackets
Cuz' some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And i drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know its real son if its really real
Understandable
Self explainable
Caution john blaze flamable
When under pressure, interchangable and still
Coming down like precipitation as i reign undesputed
How johnny do it
Dangerously, whoppin cough (cough, cough)
Two and off
Stank pussy make my dick soft (huh)
Bottom line be this high, explosive
Not for the average joseph
Come and get some
Hol' it, keep one
Up in the chamber
Blast wit' my middle finger
Now i toss men
Attack like the four horsemen
See me dog walkin'
Strickly getty-o slang talkin'
All up in thease guts, soften
Thease rap niggas, official
We slap niggas
Wit' mak' charges
Dope shit regardless
We usually take another niggas garments (what)
[killarmy]
Straight up and down i got this rap shit locked in '98
Niggas cant escape the laws that i enforce like top notch
Politicians
Who be pola-tickin'
Slam through expand total construction accross the planet and
Micro chip software
Placed in the rear of ya ear
As i sit the next year
All yall analong niggas fuck yall we be digital
Shit is critical
Like the hallways in my projects
Similar to the streets in tibet
Fuck that i aint playin' wit' a full deck (son, son, son, son)
method man - baby come on
Uh...that's right, oh yeah!
Back with some nasty shit, right there
Nasty, nasty, girl, nasty girl, baby come on
Think you a nasty girl, yeah!
(Method Man)
Pretty young thing like to bone
And she hate to spend her nights alone,
Baby doll you in the zone
Why not call me on the phone, and invite me home
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Know what I mean, take a real queen to fuck with me
Trustin' me, and give it up for free
Next time, feel free to hit me up,
Anything you wanna puff a tree
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
We'll shake me up, stop stallin',
What you waitin' for?
You know we both ain't got no place to go
So roll it up, and lay low
Everytime I say, yes, baby, you say no
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Now-now, now-now-now, you don't have to stay
It's ok, there's the dough, you can walk away,
Why make we wait
Til tomorrow, when you can break me off today
Come on, now, baby, come on-on...
(Chorus: Kardinal Offishall)
Yeah! Gal dem we love, and gal we need
She crush up me things and light me weed
We see dem shotgun, and watch me speed
Me need a pringy one or pon we need it
Gal dem we *ugh*, and gal we screw
When we need the girl, up one night po' half me crew
And lick on my collection, and what to do
Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh!
(Method Man)
I won't lie, I love P-U-S-S-Y, (why?)
Cuz I never let it walk on by,
Or any slice of the american pie
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Girlfriend, you know it's half past two A.M
You got a friend, but you ain't
Really trynna fuck with him
Aight, then, hit up Batty,
I'll gladly come and tuck you in
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Scream at your frog, all's fair, love & basketball
She remind me of this chick that
Used to fuck with Dirty Bastard, ya'll
Heard that she could suck a ball
Through a plastic straw
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Know what I'm sayin', kid,
She get it poppin' off and half the time
A little, candlelight, a little glass of wine
I'm thinkin', another drink and that ass is mine
Come on, now, baby, come on-on...
(Chorus)
(Method Man)
If you girl come knockin' at my door, it's my duty
To give her what she came here for
I'm try'nna knock it down, but
I ain't try'nna claim that dough
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
That's what's up, start the fire,
Buddha, light things up
The only nigga puttin' ends on
Some rims for his ice cream truck
Pick a flavor,
I'll come and scoop your whole team up
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
That's how it be, don't trip,
But girl you put a hurtin' on me
Oh shit, hope other chicks don't take it personally
But ma, you killin' her, murder in the first degree
Come on, now, baby, come on-on
Okay, okay, can the ladies come out and play with Mr. Meth
I ain't trynna take you out your way
Why break me off tomorrow,
When you can break me off today
Come on, now...
(Chorus)
(Method Man)
Me need a nasty girl, it could be you,
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh!
Big up to, super producer,
Fafu, one love to Kardinal Offishall
And the whole T-Dot, oh!
method man - big dogs
[e-dub] uh-huh, yeah yeah.. ahh yeah word up
[meth] yo, yo-yo
[e-dub] uhh..
[red] yo, yo, yo!
[e-dub] redman.. ahh yo, iron lung
[red] yo-yo-yo, yo..
Yo-yo, yo-yo
[e-dub] word, e-dub uhh, word.. yo
[redman]
Call us guerillas of the mist, raunchy vocalists
(your code name) doc
What's your name? (hot nix)
(who them slick kids puffin that shit holdin they dicks?)
Yo them same two, drivin your whip, fuckin your bitch
(hold me down son!) yo, i hold you down with the pound
(you got a lot of biscuits?) aiyyo but where they at now?
[method man]
Diggy down down we resevoir dogs, you puppy chow-chow
Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin it now-now
(yo we bring the beef to you, infest it with the mad cow)
Disease (we set to load) cocks and squeeze
(boo-yah!) we too hard to hold off
(one arm slam ya like nicoli volkov)
When i dip-dip-diva (diva) the anti-socializa (liza)
Everything be ice cream, observe the frusen-gladje
[redman]
We rock ya, knock ya fuckin whole team off the roster
Starting lineup, iron lung (and funk doctor)
"..funk with the big dogs" (4x)
[method man]
Johnny blaze the ghostrider (uhh)
Ghost stories by the campfire (uhh) we night breed (vam-pire!)
Be duckin from the head rushin (uhh) wu-tang production (uhh)
Percussions bringin repercussions (uhh) i hold my mike sideways
Bustin
Another one bites the dust and (uhh)
Cardiac arrest clutchin (uhh) your chest suckin (uhh)
Your last breath, m-r, period, meth
Niggaz, dyin from papercuts, bleedin to death
Down these mean streets johnny quest (uhh)
From ascap to nasdaq, get that money sack (uhh)
These habitats ain't no place to raise a family at
These alley cats (ha) be at war with these dirty rats (uhh)
So watch your back when you come to the slums
There ain't nowhere to run from the iron lizard lung (uhh)
Phasers on stun - i be givin it to son
My plate spares no one, "miuzi weighs a ton"
[e-dub] word up, meth yo
"..funk with the big dogs" (4x)
[e-dub] yeah, uh-huh, yeah
Check it, check it out (2x)
"..funk with the big dogs"
[e-dub] yeah dynamic duo, uhh
[redman]
'pon cock, the don juan doc
Send crews back to the shoeshine box, connect the dots
My description, black male, yellowed and mellow
I make it hard for mc's to run neck and elbow
With d-o, penal code, deebo knows
To duck when he hear the bike, wit the squeaky clutch
Swallow this hard act to follow
You could parachute off my slang and use my, rhymes to toggle
I'm tense, so smooth i can't be fingerprinted
I stomp harder in slow motion.. den, den-den-den
Yo, fuck your applaud, bitches still rush me
Like they rushed the store before soul train awards
Incorporate a law, whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped
By jamal with the wu sword (whoooo-eeeee!)
My crew specialize in, snakin your bitch
Robbin you, while you on the floor, shakin and shit
I'm doin me now do you (yo, who you?) doc
I bomb shit til the conflict's crucial, i
Be the black "el nino," i mean yo, i'm supreme
Like the team show witcha paid yo' cream fo'
(to see us sit down?) yo, nah we get the fuck up
(and leave the one you wit) then take her from usher
That's right, six-double-oh with chrome pipes
U.s. marshal's, out to pen us up like snipes
(throw it in drive) fuck takin me and meth alive!
(aiyyo you lick that a-way) you lick out the other side!
[e-dub] ohh, yeah yeah
method man - biscuits
What? What you want?
Represent represent represent
Yeah, represent, check it out check it out
Yo mama don't wear no drawers!
I saw her when she took them off!
Standin on the welfare line, eatin swine
Tryin to look fine, with her stank behind
You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass
Verse One:
Are you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer?
I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it
And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it
Get lost, I break you off something
I'm pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and
You was nothin
Bet ya thought ya fuckin clan had ya fuckin back but they was
frontin
Smokin dirt blunts and fuckin nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin with a drunken
Master disaster at enemy rap functions
Interlude:
Huh, just an echo
Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley
Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back
Sweet memories of you
And you can even ask your crew
Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass
Verse Two:
Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?
You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya
36 chambers, be out, youze in danger
Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger
Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger
Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler
Just recline, keep the Meth in mind
I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time
What? And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass
All up and down the block, the street, the isle
Whatever, smokin on a Spike Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin niggaz get the point
Cause they coul never, stop the veteran, word to God
When I'm severin the HEAD of a mental vegetarian
The Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of credit
The cuties I desire, I be the first to set it
off, flame on like the Human Torch
Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store
You can eat it all and it'll tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got STYLE for ya nasty ass
Outro:
94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize
Wu-Tang killer bee
The RZA and the Method MZA
Raider Ruckus, where you at?
method man - blackout
Intro: method man:
*all my people...!*
Redman
It's funk doc
Where da weed at, bitch?!
I speed back wist, down to one-way from cops
See thas' shit?! believe thas' shit!
Slaughter straight to camcorder, i'm too hot for t.v.
Backdraw water, my windpipes attached to
Project-ballers
You yell: "turn the heat down!"
My voice, d.v.d. round-sound, some herb round town
And chances of ya'll leavin', round now
Wait later, will make funk page paper
Date raper wit' juvenile 8th graders
Hit the high school at 187 caesar
When i bust ya'll need to back 4 acres
Doc ya'll and that's my man jabberjaw
The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off?
I'm from the underground, my soundlib
Platform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds!
Chorus: meth & red
Get up, stand up, back up, push 'em
Jump up, act up to make you feel it!
Brrrrr...stick 'em, ha-haha stick 'em
Brrrrr...stick 'em, ha-haha stick 'em
Yo' blackout, shoot out, smoked out
Move out, even knock the tooth out, to make ya'll feel
It!
Brrrrr...stick 'em, ha-haha stick 'em
Brrrrr...stick 'em, ha-haha stick 'em
Method man:
Now i'm the streettalkin', dogwalkin'
Approach me with extreme caution, oh now you forcin'?
My hand that rock yo' cradle often
I'm hot-scorchin', but stone cold like steve austin
If you smell what tical cookin', ain't try to see
Central bookin'
So til ya gon' stop lookin', now what you did last
Summer?
So i started hookin', you past shookin'
Over open can i ass-whoopin'?
Ain't no tomorrows in the method's little shop of
Horrors
Go ask your father who the father from the hill to
Harbor
You know tha saga, marijuana bustin' goldschlaager
With deadly medley, ya'll ain't ready for shakwon and
Reggie
Don't even bother, the radio for back-up
Alright then, ya man got slapped up extorted for his
Icin'
Streetlife is triflin' *body over here...!*
Col' make me pull a tyson and bite a nigga' ear
Precisin', slicin' jugulars the cut-crew
Ruggeder, predator, viking, etc.
People's champ, niggaz be takin' all competetors
Reachin' for the microphone, relax and light a bone
Straight from the catacomb
The children of the corn, that don't got a clue
Prepare for desert storm!
Chorus
I scored 1.1 on my sat
And still push a whip with a right and left ac
Gorilla, big dog, if my name get called
I'm behind the brickwall with arsenic jaws
Spit poison, got a gun permit draw
Gundown at sundown you keep score!
This training-course and ya'll ain't fit
On my crew-tombstone put 'we all ain't shit'
Meth
Yo', all you gonna be, wanna be
When will you learn? wanna be doc and meth? gotta wait
Ya turn
I spit a .41 revolver on new year's eve
With the mic in my hand i mutilate m.c.'s
The most slept on since rip van wink
My shit stink with every element from a to zinc
So what you think? i'ma blackout on just one drink?
You must be crazy! a little off the wall maybe
Go get a shrink...
Chorus
method man - break ups 2 make ups
[Method Man]
You and I, 'til the day we die.. (day we die..)
Yo, yo
Ex-girlfriend, how you been? I see you still
tryin to fuck with other women men, remember when
I first met you in my cousin's house, a week later
we was fuckin on your momma couch, now it's been said
that big girls they don't cry, but they damn sure lie
Look you in the eye, sayin you they only
You and I, til the day we die, said you'd never
leave me lonely, fly tenderoni but you phony
Shoulda listened when my momma told me, soon as I
turn my back you try to fuck my homies, that was then
this is now I got a new friend, ever since
I cut them loose ends you wanna bone me
Add strife to my life, pussy that'll make me think twice
about leavin the wife even, picture that
You ain't want me when you had me, now you on
your third baby daddy, and you hate to see a nigga happy
So you tryin mad ways to trap me, lookin at my girl nasty
Tryin to throw the pussy at me
"Now look at this bitch over here tryin to act like me"
"Uh-huh, fuck that bitch, she what wifey leftover"
[D'Angelo]
I'm still lovin you babe (8X)
[Method Man]
Yo yo
It's always you and your crusty ass crew, be actin new
Let me find out that you fuckin with Boo, and y'all gon' feel it
Waitin for the day that you front, and catch a lump
from my black butterfly, that don't pack a lullaby
Sleep on her, she said you bitches tried to creep on her
in the mall and didn't know she had the reach on her
Pearl-handled twenty-two, my Boo
She go ahead and walk her dogs, and represent Wu
to the fullest, you and hon can shoot the fair one
I'll bring the bullets, knowhatI'msayin? Stop playin
You and them dyke lookin bitches
Actin like y'all jumpin somethin, go 'head with that bullshit
[D'Angelo]
I'm still in love with babe (8X)
[Method Man]
Got tired of the games, the lies, the feeble alibis
Now you fuckin with the next guy, a Thug Nigga
Derelict be actin bugged nigga, show this nigga
mad love but get no love nigga?? Stupid ass
Plus I heard that he be beatin on you, I seen him
at the club cheatin on you, witcha best friend, got you stressin
And used up, pull your shoes up, all you need's affection
but you're headed in the wrong direction
Tryin to make this nigga jealous, with other fellas
All up in my face actin overzealous
Like you want somethin from Meth, I hope it ain't love girl
Cause I ain't got none left for you, plus you miserable
Misery Love Company, shit I'm livin comfortably, don't need no
nigga huntin me down for fuckin round, with his kitty
Talk to him, before my brother put a spark through him
Won't be pretty, the situation got my whole attitude shitty
And got you actin high saditty with your slut committee
You know I know; so go find another sucker yo, I been there
and been done that befo', and don't need it no mo'
That's, my, word! So go to your own with that there, word up
and tell that bighead nigga you run with that you was insane
[D'Angelo]
I'm still in love with babe (8X)
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