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[Intro: Busta Rhymes (Method Man)]
Aiyo, Tical? (What up, fam?) You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God (Good too see you too, God) Let's take the streets for a little ride (Okay, we ridin' high) Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L And just (kiss the sky) Huh! And if you ever disrespect the Bust or Meth (find their mentor) Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time (Yeah, aiyo) Come on! [Method Man] I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain Tical... I'm bustin' that ass again I burn like acid rain, that acid slang These niggaz try'nna see how I come ash again Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, Meth for president Be in hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of it And I ain't yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get Now if you ain't fuckin' with that, you must be celibate Spaz! Just a little, got a sack lookin' fizzle Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup Mommy if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup Put it in my next video shot by Little X And M-E-F gon' work til their ain't any left I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less Think fast (come on) bank cash (come on) Everybody do it with your stank ass (just come on) [Chorus: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)] Make you rob somebody (what?) grab somebody (what?) Stomp somebody (what?) slap somebody (what?) Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what?) Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what?) Brooklyn (come on!) Shaolin (come on!) Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on!) Bronx, nigga (come on!) Manhattan (come on!) To each and every hood what's happening? (come on!) [Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)] Yeah... let 'em talk, nigga, come on Bust (Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz) Yeah! [Busta Rhymes] Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time to move While I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of your Figure seating sketching, never believe in your niggaz (come on!) Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting Aimin', attackin', instead I'mma let one of my bitches slap you I ain't watch you when your niggaz'll try To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant (Very defiant), once I give you the pressure And then I apply it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet (sss.. oh) Captain of this ship, so call me the pilot I leave you and your crew to collide with me Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit Shot you, worst than a brick and then be torturin' you And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga! This shit'll make you.. [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] [Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)] Haha, that's the truth... my nigga (Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk) Let me talk! (huh) [Busta Rhymes] (Method Man) {both} Can't you see what I got for you now (Shake your big fat ass in front of me now) To all my high bidders (to all my live niggaz) {We here to blackout, follow the story now Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna Just keep the street, but nigga did you Know when you bout to lose it, my nigga And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga} [Busta Rhymes] See the police coming (what?) Fireman coming (what?) Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin' (what?) I love to see it, whenever you and your man frontin' (what?) Me and Meth'll step to you, quick! And smash somethin' (what?) [Method Man] Now who is he? Dope M.C. killin these cowards Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it Get back, runnin' your gap, I can't allow it [Busta Rhymes] Well every nigga (set it off) you know we seeing it through God The streets be needing niggaz like me and you, God Aiyo, I think we're up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo Logical, we should of done this shit a long time ago [Method Man] I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes Nasty M.C., I spit flows and spit in they food Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothin' like a curious child I'm simply, a boy in the hood, with furious childs (this shit'll make you) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Method Man)] [Outro: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)] Every day, every rotation, come with it! (Let me talk... come on, hah) (Aiyo God) Yeah, lord? (Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't that some shit?) That's some shit, actually truthfully, Busta Bust! (Meth Tical!) Yeah... (yeah, let me know when you wanna do that again, God) Shit we can do that right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah! |
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[Intro: Busta Rhymes (Method Man)]
Aiyo, Tical? (What up, fam?) You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God (Good too see you too, God) Let's take the streets for a little ride (Okay, we ridin' high) Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L And just (kiss the sky) Huh! And if you ever disrespect the Bust or Meth (find their mentor) Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time (Yeah, aiyo) Come on! [Method Man] I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain Tical... I'm bustin' that ass again I burn like acid rain, that acid slang These niggaz try'nna see how I come ash again Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, Meth for president Be in hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of it And I ain't yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get Now if you ain't fuckin' with that, you must be celibate Spaz! Just a little, got a sack lookin' fizzle Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup Mommy if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup Put it in my next video shot by Little X And M-E-F gon' work til their ain't any left I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less Think fast (come on) bank cash (come on) Everybody do it with your stank ass (just come on) [Chorus: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)] Make you rob somebody (what?) grab somebody (what?) Stomp somebody (what?) slap somebody (what?) Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what?) Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what?) Brooklyn (come on!) Shaolin (come on!) Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on!) Bronx, nigga (come on!) Manhattan (come on!) To each and every hood what's happening? (come on!) [Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)] Yeah... let 'em talk, nigga, come on Bust (Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz) Yeah! [Busta Rhymes] Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time to move While I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of your Figure seating sketching, never believe in your niggaz (come on!) Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting Aimin', attackin', instead I'mma let one of my bitches slap you I ain't watch you when your niggaz'll try To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant (Very defiant), once I give you the pressure And then I apply it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet (sss.. oh) Captain of this ship, so call me the pilot I leave you and your crew to collide with me Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit Shot you, worst than a brick and then be torturin' you And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga! This shit'll make you.. [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] [Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)] Haha, that's the truth... my nigga (Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk) Let me talk! (huh) [Busta Rhymes] (Method Man) {both} Can't you see what I got for you now (Shake your big fat ass in front of me now) To all my high bidders (to all my live niggaz) {We here to blackout, follow the story now Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna Just keep the street, but nigga did you Know when you bout to lose it, my nigga And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga} [Busta Rhymes] See the police coming (what?) Fireman coming (what?) Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin' (what?) I love to see it, whenever you and your man frontin' (what?) Me and Meth'll step to you, quick! And smash somethin' (what?) [Method Man] Now who is he? Dope M.C. killin these cowards Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it Get back, runnin' your gap, I can't allow it [Busta Rhymes] Well every nigga (set it off) you know we seeing it through God The streets be needing niggaz like me and you, God Aiyo, I think we're up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo Logical, we should of done this shit a long time ago [Method Man] I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes Nasty M.C., I spit flows and spit in they food Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothin' like a curious child I'm simply, a boy in the hood, with furious childs (this shit'll make you) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Method Man)] [Outro: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)] Every day, every rotation, come with it! (Let me talk... come on, hah) (Aiyo God) Yeah, lord? (Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't that some shit?) That's some shit, actually truthfully, Busta Bust! (Meth Tical!) Yeah... (yeah, let me know when you wanna do that again, God) Shit we can do that right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah! |
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[Intro: Method Man] Yo... aww shhhhhhiiiiiiit! [Hook: Method Man] My niggaz, how we do it? You know it like a poet, baby doll Break through it, you know it like a poet, baby doll I spit, chew it, you know it like a poet, baby doll Get in the music, you know it like a poet, baby doll [Method Man] If you don't know, you better, ask somebody who I be On land, air, or sea, I don't need No I.D Once again, let's get under their skins like I.V.'s Or Roman numerals fours (IV's) who we doin' the score I got a shoe in the door, nothin' new anymore Ya'll got love for me? I got love for you and yours Tical Part 0, my friend, rappers is fightin' Like Tyson, when nothin' else work I'll start bitin' My shit, and his shit, I'm hopin' it end I live my life like a lotto ticket, hopin' it win Purple haze got me chokin' again, open again I'm what's crackin', like your mamma smokin' again [Chorus: Method Man] If you see a model, then you might see me follow Rubbin' her thighs like Aladdin rub the Genie bottle Back for another swallow, Method, you know my motto: "Ya'll might just win today, but I'll be back tomorrow" [Method Man] Ya'll tryin' to get me started Who on the short yellow bus tryin' to get retarded? Kid don't be the artist, formerly known as artist Jump off a skyscraper, the roof who hit the hardest Where the bastards at and where they habitats? I send they asses back to foldin' sweaters at the Gap I like Nikes, food spicy, I'm a Pisces That's why women love me and any nigga that's like me Thoroughbread, I'm with gettin' this dough instead Need a ho, like I need another hole in the head Lord help me, I'm crackin' the safe, pocket like 'Face Mighty Healthy, you know I'm the shit, soon as you smelt me [Chorus] [Method Man] For what it's worth, the early bird sit at the table and eat first My niggaz need work, mami buggin', rippin' my t-shirt We can kick it until our feet hurt Mothers warn your daughters 'bout this tall drink of water Spoiler, waiter give her anything she order on the menu Method Man, live at your venue Smokin' it, jumpin' off the dick, like he mental Kid, I got a murder rap, and my head is simple Open up the pussy, put the lead in the pencils And people sayin' Wu gon' break up, ya'll We got y'all numbers, it's time ya'll got your wake up calls, and.. [Chorus 2X] |
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