Method Man
Intro
Stop look and listen, guess who coming up?And y'all was dumb enough to think that Method's number's upPockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucksCan sum it up, I give my money up, spit at a honeyThen split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with usIf you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all know what upSee we them niggas, ain't no ho in us, the flow is nutsI'm off the meter, momma wished that I was off the reeferBut, for now, I got this game up in the cobra clutchPlus, the silverback gorilla swigger, shot of Tequila to the gutNigga, trust, I got that Killa upWhat y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' yaWhen half ya niggas posing similar, yeaLadies and gents, I think this game need a enema, yeaIt's "common sense", I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her, yeahBut if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you trippingLike somebody tied together your shoestring, now listenI'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad karmaY'all niggas is throwing rocks with glass armorFuck the court system, pleading the fifthAnd if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my lipsI'm cocky, possibly I got my reasons and shitThey ain't built a man that can stop me from feeding my kidsAnd if you don't know where I'm coming from, never know where I beenMost likely, where ya start at will be the place where you endAnd anybody hating on him, hating on themThat's right, anybody hating on him, hating on them, motherfuckers
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