A-yo, you know what you in for Once we turn the corner, light up the endo A-yo, a-yo, a-yo Yes she with me getting low like a limbo Roll with Gs and we
window A-yo, you know what you in for Once we turn the corner, light up the endo A-yo, a-yo, a-yo Yes she with me getting low like a limbo Roll with Gs
A-yo, you know what you in for Once we turn the corner, light up the endo A-yo, a-yo, a-yo Yes she with me getting low like a limbo Roll with Gs and
x2] Der grund das sie uns Stoppen wollen kann nur Angst sein hinter dem Rucken reden und dann kurz Anschleimen jetzt sind wir bereit und man kann gespannt
Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though With a bear and a snake and a panda
where you at? Where my real thugs? Where you at? (Huhuhu) The cases of a drug dealer Real thugs, where you at? Yo a motherfucking army Do it to
gettin money Ain't nothin funny cream Got a nigga seein things Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly Lethal weapon I'ma savage Still a method to
a G (Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!) 1 - [2Pac *speaking over background*] Now you know how we do it like a G What really go on in the mind of a
't never been rich I need cream, to buy Ellene a dream house She no longer fiend out y'all, Outlawww [Napoleon] Another lonely ni**a with a 12-gage pump with a
got beef, I got a tec and a 4 You feelin' hot and moist, I even get you a ho If you don't got no whip, I get you a car If you don't got no skills, I get
tip Rhymes to flip, Hercules ain't got a tighter grip Whoever said that you couldn't be beat? Well have a seat Grab a spoon, taste some defeat I shake
us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high [Method Man] Yo, yo Blunt smokin', half a bottle
ist Bauchkrebs! Ich rappt so beschissen, hor wie ich euch textlich vernichte, H A R T Z 4 und der Rest ist Geschichte! Hook Ey yo der Rest ist Geschichte
Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS Blood drippin from it, rippin your stomach like a paper mache You talk a lotta shit, but you was never
our draws in it...CLUE! *echoes* [DJ Clue] *talking over above Method Man verse* New Method Man! Eminem... Royce... CLUE! *echoes* [Method Man] Niggaz
Raekwon, Redman & Method Man] [Intro: Raekwon] Forreal? Can I get a juice, lord? Yeah, yeah... yeah, squad niggas boy, forreal Uh-huh, forreal, man,
