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  • Wykonawca: Method Man
  • Wy¶wietleń: 236
[Redman]
  Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something
  Yo
  Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
  It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world premiere
  From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
  Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at
  Y'all amateurs act like hoes affendin us
  We're special eders go on tours on banana bus
  D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks
  Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch
  Word to god doc throw more lines then fishin rod
  No stars, we're supergod non recouperb-alls (yo)
  Buttons is pressed to remove the press
  Press a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO)
  Set up cones when I'm firing chrom
  I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
  Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
  Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done
  Suspects change clothes
  Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
  Hot to death, cops is vex
  I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
  Drive by on the baja
  Snatch the cartier watch I
  Boucnce laughing off like clue "HAHA"
  Doc is like poppy, supplying you grand
  So breaka breaka while I turn it to the Shoalin Man
  
  [Method Man]
  Foreva underground
  Nigga duck the mic when we come around
  Control hammer like the mighty Thor
  Bringin thunda down
  Now you're in store for predator
  Like refugees I come to settle score
  Half-baked medifore, that taste even better raw
  Hardcore holy war
  Hits from the resevoir, southpaw saboteur
  Land sharks get they chin checked when I jabba jaw
  Time to walk my labrodor
  Livin out my dreams, at the same time shatter yours
  Code red fill 'em full of lead
  Greatful dead live from Hemstead
  Tiger Kunk Fu know the ledge
  Check the full fledged knucklehead
  Clam bread, livin on the edge used to be the best
  Jack Frost sniffin at your nose, get your Suddafed
  Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red official budda head
  Off track like O.D.B., I'm too black
  I'm like Zoro, I mark a Wu, sign your back, motherfucka
  
  [Chorus:]
  (It aint even a question) This side niggaz too hardcore
  (It aint even a question) That side niggaz too hardcore
  (It aint even a question) In the middle niggaz too hardcore
  So what cha, what cha, what cha, want (What cha want?)
  
  (It aint even a question) Def Squad niggaz too hardcore
  (It aint even a question) Wu Tang niggaz too hardcore
  (It aint even a question) Def Jam nigga too hardcore
  (Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up) So what cha, what cha, what cha, want?
  
  [Redman]
  Yo stomp wit the big dogs
  Sick dog lurkin (Roof Roof)
  Doc bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains
  Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin
  Brick city, stering wheel hurtin
  Prepare y'all fast car for lane mergin
  Hasta manana, y'all crash like that Yanna cock block into gramma
  Got cock in Atlanta, rockin P.P.P. Bandanas
  While we fuck 'em on camera
  It's too late to plant bate for my click to fall
  We dodge boobie-traps and pitfalls and thick fog
  When I tee, LA ride, "It's y'alls"
  Website couldnn't find a site wit macintosh
  On John Walsh
  America's Most, aim for spots to put more in a terrier coat
  [Method Man]
  Uh huh, we speak for the unheard
  Caught in the matrix
  Sound from the subbasement, "Spread the word"
  Like uncureables from dirty bird, beyond basic
  John Wu these fake niggaz, give 'em replacements
  The thrilla of a park killer
  Bubonic plague any M.C., that swear he illa
  Inject the dufus wit the lupus
  Yukmouth rhymes that leave him toothless
  My filled fly and filled groupless
  Observe the record, livin out my name Repid
  Study man and all his methods
  And through his ethic, learn to expect the unexpected
  One step ahead I, return like Jedi
  Three hours behind your punk ass, catchin a red eye
  First class but cooler than coach, murder he wrote
  On the wall of the bathroom stalls shittin these quotes
  "Fuck you all"
  Scaredy cat kid, duckin these dogs
  You don't like us, then we don't like y'all. Lick The Balls!
  Be easy, speak easy
  This one be off the heazzzaaaayyy
  Like my pubic hair, black and greazzzzzaaayyyy
  
  [Chorus]
  
  (It aint even a question) [x5]
  
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