****, then I bet she bitter and cold Every time she thinking I fold, seven figures get sold Meth, all in your chest or inhale it all in your nose Cops don't know about this Method
[Intro: sample (Method Man)] "Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah) [Method Man] It's Meth, back on that old shit Pick my ho's with the same finger I pick my nose
you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit, yo You don't wanna ride with Meth, we still sniffing
s***** We got real money, seven figure deal money I'm in the Samuel Jackson, Time to Kill money Yeah, we got them anthems, we handsome and raw All day
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
Meth, pa It's 4:20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out No seeds, California w*** have you choked out No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out 4:20 mean
sofa This is just a few of them things that I gotta have, hell, yeah I gotta have my next pair of fresh airs, dress me in the best wears Meth yea, want
A child was born in the East one day Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats In poetry
System In the, in the event of an actual emergency You will be told to fall out S.I. rockin' it, N.Y. rockin' it S*** we stay poppin' it, 4-5 rockin
Oohh, uh, oh, it's time, Meth Man G-Wine, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy, aiy There go the apple of my eye, my black butterfly Don't try to pass me
just like that Big baller, nigga, just like Shaq, so come on, niggaz If they busting, I better bust right back 'Meth spit it from the guts like Man
[Lauryn (Method Man)] Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah Yeah (Yeah) Yeah yeah (Yo) [Method Man] Damn, I hate it when it rain
D, why motherf***ers wanna hate on me? (Konichiwa bi*ches) For every rhyme, there's a hair on my chest Scared of the Man, you should be scared of the Meth
, three letters, M E F Man Been stopped, that's off top, young, fresh to death And you're not, no matter what the job, I'm the best man Rap C.E.O. minus
up to my man Magic down in MIA, what up cuzo? Knock, knock, who is it, ah sh*****, hot peas and butter Come and get it, somebody done f**ked up, now Meth
either See that c***** and that h*** out garbage day tomorrow And I have yet to take that trash out or emptied this cigar RZA, Rah, we amped, eh, Meth
the borough, Park Hill, we still click Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s*** Aiyo, you f***ing with some capital G's, Allah Math Street life, Meth Man
