[intro: method man]
Say what? ainât no pushin
Say what? none of that shit goin on
Yo
[method man]
Made from the best shit on earth
I bring it to ya first, sick verse from the thurst
In the darkness we lurk, load a cartridge and burst
On the scene, like a new team
Let âem on our witness, the method how I do things
Perfected, my routineâs are hectic and knockin
General electric, Iâm shockin (bzzz)
Now who top ten, to rot and land once forgotten
Niggas poppin crysâ now, they stock market droppin
They poison, Iâm the antitoxin, that keep the party rockin
And got me for us all, johnny cochran
Get me off, grant them the ball, if I walk
Put that order in the court, yeah
Give me crack on and who the fuck really care, yeah
World best prepare for tical, to beware
Or be gone outta here, you be warned
Fuck all, get off that bullshit
And kick the fuckin tux off, now itâs on
[chorus: all]
If itâs on, then itâs on
We can get it on, gat for gat
Track for track, song for song
If itâs on, then itâs on
We can get it on
So what ya want nigga, ya want nigga? huh?
[king just]
You got the beat from another planet
Think I donât rock like granite
Lyrical giantical, submerge the titanic
Panic with the frantic, antic watch them vanish
In the zone, by my own, maricon, if you spanish
The outlandish, even though they canât stand us
You better off gettin pick a size, tryin to ban us
Either way you put it off, iâmma be heard
Thatâs my word, stone cold, goldberg
Like a nerve, donât fuck what ya heard
That nigga just started hangin out on the curb
Whatâs the verdict, soundin like me, you canât word it
I put it in overdrive, while you short circuit
Worship the ground that I walk on
I brought on, all the real niggas that you talked on
Blahzay blah, so on, itâs a done deal, donât even go on
Soundin nauseous, to choke on strong, to get my smoke on
[chorus]
[sic]
Talkin âbout gats, ainât no bustin clacks, and ainât hustlin
Too many cats that wanna rap, and ainât sayin nuthin
Foolin ya self, how let ya ass do it to ya self
When it comes to cash, we the ones doin it, who else?
Walkin our dogs, ya cats better beat yours
Hot heat reach yâall, before you even get a chance to recharge
You weak paw, me and my street niggas aâ eat yâall
We all, guess they ainât no question that we sure
B-song, soon as you throw the fuckin beat on
Dick riders ride, followers follow our lead on (you a fly guy)
Iâma have to air ya guys out
My shit is platâ before it even exit my mouth
S.i.n.y. nigga, who wanâ try?
Treatin a batty boy head, boom bye bye
I.q. sky high, I flaunt yâall to hardcore
Conquer, why you frontin dunn? you donât want war
[chorus 2x]
[outro: method man]
Three amigos (we can get it on)
*method man talkin spanish*
Punk! yeah yeah yeah yeah
King just
Sic
Mr. meth
We gon polly to the death, yo
S.i.n.y., 10304 *echo*