on my life and make me wanna stay the night Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach SLIDE, baby won't you slide [Chorus] [Method Man] Yo
.'s mechanically Strike nerve like ghost vs. a canopy Hard to touch ratarded fucks playing wit they fantasies Respect this Specialist Black Testing this will get ya
That's right I said it, rub on ya titties Brick City gritty committee Pity the fool that act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the witty [Method Man
put our draws in it...CLUE! [echoes] [DJ Clue] [talking over above Method Man verse] New Method Man! Eminem... Royce... CLUE! [echoes] [Method Man]
method is wreck 'em Put 'em in tha ground Got tha nerve as hell To yell brother man He ain't black man 'Cause he ate his Pac Man Known to murder his
said By my man, God rest his soul, I was told stand bold When under pressure, don't fold to my brother My nigga Rambo, you know we love ya I wish ya
son if ya feel it (If ya feel it) Louisiana call me wody if ya feel it (If ya feel it) Oakland slap a broad if ya feel it (If ya feel it) Dallas rock
in Take into consideration, wit every situation that you're facin Analyze the operation What's the function? Who does the label work, who does the paper
who did it What're you talkin about man? The shit just happened like 3 hours ago Yeah - but we know who did it man... it was your boy What? Naugh man
ya face wit the grace of a poet Think you handle an M.C. strangler Not in a van or a car but a Wrangler jeep Cuz I'm rollin', holdin' to my confinement
right I said it, rub on ya titties Brick City gritty committee Pity the fool that act shitty, in the midst of the calm, the witty [Method Man] Yo yo
put our draws in it...CLUE! *echoes* [DJ Clue] *talking over above Method Man verse* New Method Man! Eminem... Royce... CLUE! *echoes* [Method Man]
enter verbal combat Verse Four: Method Man Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers] The Mr. Meth
Your all that I need, in and not in every way Yes, you could say I felt Method Man and Mary J. [Hook: x2] "What is this" (just chill it) "Who are you
funk soak in I taste like an eighth, ya freeze and start chokin Yeah son I'm all up in ya mix Ya callin in your clique, I'm bawlin wit'cha trick Golden
dinners [Method Man] And them niggas that ran... [Redman] My goal's to get 'em With the heat seekin flow wit, fo' antennas Doc's Da Name, that's why y'all fuck wit
vehicles, steal a little Wrap up the whole rap government [Method Man] Go head, ya'll floss wit it Walk wit, I slap your boss wit it Navy blue, New York
UGK, Doc and Meth, locking the summer down And I ain't playing games, homey, so get it right Cuz I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights [Chorus] [Method Man