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Lemme you now
I came to bring the
Hardcore the brain
Let's go my astral plane

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

Just how can shit get?
Get deeper than your
And is mad pissed
it

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

It's the Method Man from the Clan
I be hectic and comin' for that headpiece, it
Fuck it, two tears in a
want the ruckus?

Yo bust it at me, son, now it
Styles, I get wild
Method Man, on shit
Fuckin' foul, son, I'm sick

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

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

it up and kill one
Load it up and one
it up and kill one
If it's 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 listen to me, Dacron,

And all you niggas and test me, test me
I'm lick out your brains
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 or better yet, it is a promise
Comin' a vet on some old Vietnam shit
You can bet your bottom that I'm on it

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

Movin' to left
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 with my hands on the
Lovin' all those monkey rhymes galore
Check it 'cause I think not when it's hip hop like proper
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 chest hairs

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

one
Fuck it up and one
it up and kill one
Lemme it's real