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Lemme you now
I came to the pain
Hardcore the brain
Let's go inside my plane

Find out my mental on instrumental records
Hey, so I can write methods
I'm not the king but is decaf
I 'em for the cream, check it

Just how deep can shit
Get deeper your fists
And brothers is mad
it

In your cross color, clothes are crossed
Now ya totally out and Kriss Kross
Who the boss? get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark of the force, of course

It's the Method Man from the Wu-Tang
I be and comin' for that headpiece, protect it
Fuck it, two in a bucket
want the ruckus?

Yo bust it at me, son, now it
Styles, I get buck
Method Man, on some
Fuckin' nigga's foul, son, I'm

Insane, crazy, Miss Daisy
How the am I? Now I got mine, I'm Swayze

Is it real, son? know it's real, son
If it's really real, son, lemme it's real

Load it up and one
it up and kill one
Load it up and one
If really real

When I was a little
I used to be the
I always when I will be the number one
Hey, hey, hey, now you to me, Dacron, Dacron

And all you niggas come and test me, me
I'm gonna lick out your
Brothers hang with the meth, bring the rope
the only way you hang is by the neck, nigga, pump off a set

Comin' through all projects
Take it as a threat or yet, it is a promise
Comin' like a vet on some old shit
You can bet bottom dollar that I'm on it

And get even worse
Word to god, the Wu
Comin' through, takin' niggas 'fore they're
Gone, gone, gone, gone,

Movin' to your
I came to represent and carve my name your chest
You can come test, it's no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old West

Quick on the draw my hands on the floor
Lovin' all those goddamn rhymes galore
Check it 'cause I think not when it's hip hop like rhymes
Be the proof when I'm ninety proof Vodka

No, O.J.
No, no,
When you give it to me,
it to me raw, I burn
Give it to me raw, I burn hairs

I don't need no chemical to pull no ho', no
All I is chemical bank to pay her up
Is it real, son? Lemme know real, son
If it's really real, son, know it's one, two, three, four

one
Fuck it up and one
Fuck it up and one
know it's real