Tytuł: Fuck Them

• Wykonawca: Method Man
• Wyświetleń: 231

[Method Man:]
  Yo, yo, yo, yo
  Fuck you
  
  [Chorus: 2x]
  What you wanna be when you grow up
  You wanna be thugs
  You wanna be pranksters
  You wanna sell drugs
  You wanna be gangsters
  Thats what silly boys are made of
  
  [Raekwon:]
  Aiyyo, aiyyo
  Cool G's and forty seven flavors
  Display swade gators
  We comin through
  To blaze neighbors
  Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark
  A dutch spark it
  Lex Leonardo arts profit
  Apple cranberry mixed with crystal
  Fan worry
  Desert mountain crib in the ground
  We arsonists
  One point five a liter
  Take a taste
  Splash your heater
  Smack your face twice
  Clap your sneakers
  Shit is like a mission to Mars
  Fishin' for bars
  Takin' whats ours
  Knowledge the car Pa
  Dont be stupid
  Get a little cash
  Better swoop it
  Throw it in the ground and recoup it
  Next check was best
  Your family pack your shit
  Get vexed
  Leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves
  Some niggas catch on later
  Try to put them on they haters
  I met eighty of them niggas yo
  Waitin' on the sidelines droolin'
  Some need schoolin'
  Let me teach yo
  And roll a student what
  Rule one
  Yo respect if you lose son
  Dont be big back about to learn to move dunn
  All hell to niggas in jails
  With sharks in they fishtanks
  Now he come home he a whale
  Wolves in the projo's, projo's yo
  We realer up in my shows yo
  Middle finger five O's
  Take time to climb vines yo
  Lay on the lines
  Like Laury only lovin' Rae kind
  Sun splash cash layin like three bags of hash
  Fully wrapped in a indian man's stash
  
  [Method Man:]
  Aiyyo
  
  [Chorus: 2x]
  
  [Raekwon:]
  Aiyyo, get up
  Lex should be braggin'
  Get it up
  Fuck shorty got cream in a mean truck
  Prop-ness she hollar like the Loch Ness
  He large rock this
  Fresh Ferrari in a drop six
  Fro's
  Yo talkin about the dough on his clothes
  Glaze is crushed up pokin on rolls yo
  Oh yeah and maybe gettin' cream
  See what I mean black queen
  Stop actin' like crack fiends an'
  Brawl we wanna thank all of y'all
  Play the wall hype
  Checkin how this lady walks stay hawkin'
  Grab the remain, divorce (Uh)
  Shame came to yours
  We like green
  Rock the same gameplan, ours (Yo, Yo)
  
  [Method Man:]
  Ladies and gentlemen
  Your about to see
  A pastime hobby about to be
  Takin' to the next degree
  By M-E-TH and the bloody Chef Boyardee
  Watch out bitches is too nosey
  Backhand slappin' the phoney
  Got to walk it off can't mosey
  Who got you open up
  Crack pipe still smokin'
  Face frozen
  Coke straw stickin' out your nose and D
  Proposin' that you bleed on the Chef apron
  My thing hold down the play-pen
  And say the nursery rhymes they makin
  Come on now
  Shits too real
  Fuck you and now your man feel
  Time don't stand still for y'all bitches
  Wanna Big Ball
  I got two for you to juggle in your jizzals
  Im losin' it now
  Throw in the pieces like a jig-saw
  Aiyyo
  She multi-colored like a rainbow
  Mr. Meth and the Cuban Link kiddo
  On tracks we connect, politic ditto
  Take that to that
  
  [Chorus: 2x]