krossed out and Kris Kross Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side And I'm the dark side of the force Of course it's the Method Man from the Wu-Tang
****, 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
Do you want to get high man? I see em. Does Pinochio have wooden balls man? Well yo, I got a joint I've been saving here for a special occasion Ahh, niggas
[Redman] Def Squad Wu Tang *laugh* (check it check it out) Verse 1: Method Man [Redman in brackets] [Yo yo Method Man yo yo Iron Lungs] [Call us
had the most beautiful tattoos on the top sides of both of her hands she was forty three years old and as far as I know had never yet been with a man
ah aowww!!! [Verse One: Method Man] Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar supreme neck protector Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha
, when you wanna brawl? (Get drunk as hell) And so on (Well all rite cha) Yo yo Is funk diggy in the house? (Well all rite cha) Yo yo Meth diggy no doubt
brotha) How you live my brotha (Real civilized brotha) I'm not fryed Jaul when i walk the streets I rock wit da 4 cds [not a force ehcos....] [Method Man
make it hot Come on Let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold) Come on, come on [Verse 1: Method Man] [Verse 1: (method man
6 million and 1 with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man
fear a fight Microphones get took you shook wear a blight You don't got no wins in Mi Casa And it's your stopper Meth ti cal man and funk docta You
Yo man glorious This is protected (?) [Method Man] And Tical [Redman] Slap it down [Method Man] Way out of bound [Redman] Roll in a towel [Method Man]
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 Yo man
' Wu Tang production, percussions bringin' repercussions I hold my mic sideways bustin' Another one bites the dust and Cardiac arrest clutchin' your chest suckin' Your last breath, in awe, period Meth
Young Zee got bitches fightin over dick [Redman] Get ya up and get ya high Funk Doc got bitches fightin over dick [Method Man] Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth
hold on ya bitches, 'cause here come RED-METH Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Fuck with me and Meth
Yo yo yo yo, we, Push Weight with Ice Cube's in a cup Amerikkka's Most Wanted, police pin it up, [Incomprehensible] Thug passion brotha what, bloatin'
