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(feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard) [Intro: Method Man (Ol' Dirty Bastard)] Expect the unexpected, motherfucker, let's go, come on Yeah, M-E-F, hahahaha, special guest (Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck) Hahahaha.. yeah.. [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit One verse, and leave in a new Benz-er Take a trip down south and put some hoes to work, you hear me Dirt McGirt, you niggaz gon' respect it I'm drunk and crunk so don't come in my direction I'm ready to thump, and get the whole crew arrested Bail 'em out, and laugh about it in Texas, yo And get with Rome, down in Caki-Lac And hit the spot, in the hood where the happenings at Where the shootin' and the fightings and the stabbings at Where the Lincolns and the Chevys and the Cadi's at, shit Them down south niggaz been loved Dirt Take a shot to the head, if you been through the worse Show respect to your niggaz, who been doin' it first And be comin' with that shit, I'm just doin' the worse Letras de canciones[Chorus 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Method Man)] Yo, 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 coke Even if you tried your best, yo, I can spit) [Method Man] Yeah, damn, I'm just like Dirt in the booth I'm the truth, I don't need to go to church in a suit Each verse is the proof, I drink a 100 Proof Cop searching the coup, I got some herb in my boot When Wu is coming through, the outcome: critical Fucking with this style, the outcome: get physical Meth get lyrical, and y'all can get my genitals Don't forget them aid essentials, vitamins & minerals Heh, ya'meen, I'm taking one for the team Like Martin Luther King, taking one for a dream I'm dope, to many fiends, live by many means If you don't stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything That's real shit, let's get this money real quick Dirt Dog, I'm feeling this, but I'd rather feel rich I mean filthy rich, I'm corporate now Big Meth, the label's Def, that's why I talk so loud, nigga [Chorus 2X] [Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck... From Letras Mania