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Uh what's really
Yo, yo, yo

the unstoppable, over come any obstacle
Y'all my flavor, pack more punch than Tropical
Any mission possible, do what I to do
gettin' butterfingers, and next they droppin' you

You you know, but you have no idea
The of a Meth Man, what's this I hear?
Somebody y'all, steppin' in shit was good luck?
I got the hood stuck, now the goods up

done pushed up, past the point of no return
It's Meth's turn, so roll that shit up and let's
I heard Philly got the best 'scherm, out in Cali, they got the best
Now that we know, when the rest learn?

Come on, each one, one, hear no evil and I don't speak none
cool until that heat come
Just my name, and I'll be there
Y'all kids is slum, the jewelry in Albi Square

We Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All haters eat a dick
Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my
Tell me who ya wit?

Method spits
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

Method spits
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

M E T H O D

Man, I'm in the house foreclosures
Talk sober, until some dog gets forced
New York soldiers, be at ease, back
Never ever, I'm the New Era, like caps

Kid, whenever, whoever, whatever, y'all it
Y'all can it, the problem and answer, I'm all that
While we at it, tighten up our grips around that cabbage
Silly rabbit, how many done tricked you on your carrots

The of a bad package, like Bishop Don Juan it's Magic
How I break 'em like a bad habit, hit tracks like it's target
Then let these darts take a stab at it, niggaz ain't got it, ain't had it

I jam LA traffic, Jellyroll behind the wheel
And the passenger seat behind the
It's your boy, physically fit, mentally
Get dirty money, told you honey, I'm rich

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we
All y'all haters eat a
throw a party in this bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya wit?

Method fire
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

spits
The on
My on

Six minutes, Method Man, on
If you thinkin' you gon' slip and be alright, wrong
You can see me lightin' the bong, writin' the songs
That the crowd, is singin' to or fightin' along, fightin' along

I'm tryin' tell you drugs is not your
And girlfriend, don't try and like you got your friend
I'm at the hotel, motel, Inn
And my chick's a man-eater, she be men

Aight, live from New York, Saturday night
I got pipes that drain confidence, and battery light
Aight, mami tight, but she really my type
If y'all don't see me treat her right, then she really my wife

When I was young, I was stayin' in school, obeyin'
with my food, what makes you think I'm playin' with you?
This is it, y'all come on in, the water's fine
Jump on in, let's do it to 'em one more

We drinkin' 'til we flip, poppin' bottles 'til we sick
All y'all eat a dick
Let's throw a party in bitch, all my niggaz and my chicks
Tell me who ya wit?

spits fire
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

Method spits
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

We drinkin' Henny 'til we flip, poppin' bottles we sick
All haters eat a dick
Let's throw a party in this bitch, all my and my chicks
Tell me who ya rollin'

spits fire
(Fire)
The on
(Fire)
My on
(Fire)

Method fire
The on
My on

Yeah, Ladies Love Big John
No doubt, dick up in your
We do this everyday, I'm in the cut
With my main shit stain, Ray-Ray Butt

And we it down for the whole Staten Island, man
Nothin' else but Island, man
Y'all up, man, Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill
Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz, hah