UGK, Doc and Meth, locking the summer down And I ain't playing games, homey, so get it right Cuz I 'get tore, I get tore up' under city lights [Chorus] [Method Man
fucking roaches, man [Method Man] Jeter, married to the game without a pre-nub And she don't act up, if I don't eat her Damn, now that's what I call
Murray, Method Man, Redman Hip hop got Barack in his B-Boy stance Like a nigga with no legs, you don't stand a chance Against the Wu-Tang, Def Squad,
wheelchair I'm fresh like Bel-Air, I paid my dues And you trying to be cool up in Sunday school Can't move when I flow, bet a nigga gonna copy Take it
Get it? New Jersey Drive like midget Ask five-oh and Dee-Bo how I whip it Yo Meth, can you kick it? [Method Man] Yes I can And the (Kid) stay (Frost)
and shit They ain't built a man that can stop me from feeding my kids [Chorus: Method Man] And if you don't know where I'm coming from, never know where
You know that Meth puff, y'all, and guess what? This is just a few of them things that I ("got to have") fuckin' a [Chorus] [Method Man] I got to have
him or even broke the skin See how niggas ain't yo friends, when there ain't no ends Don't care who the case offend, don't underrate my pen I got what
and start dummin' (what?) I love to see it, whenever you and your man frontin' (what?) Me and Meth'll step to you, quick! And smash somethin' (what?) [Method Man
man Magic down in MIA, what up cuzo? [Chorus: Method Man] Knock-knock, who is it, ah shitted Hot peas and butter, come and get it Somebody done fucked up, now Meth
couple of friends I slap that ass, bitch, take a look and see what you got in Cuz I've been schemin' and plottin', to have you breathin' and stoppin' [Method Man
po' half me crew And lick on my collection, and what to do Me need a nasty girl, it could be you, eh! [Method Man] I won't lie, I love P-U-S-S-Y, (why
Method Man] Who the fuck is your daddy, and who your king girl are you unhappily married, don't see no wind girl Soul sister, can't get ya ta hail witch
back down to Earth [back down to Earth] You niggas don't hear me, prepare for the worst! [prepare for the worst] Verse Two: Method Man Times gon
that big girls they don't cry, but they damn sure lie Look you in the eye, sayin you they only You and I, til the day we die, said you'd never leave me
tonight If your man ain't on the guest list He get to the BACJ of the fuckin line And you know another motherfuckin thing? I don't give a fuck if a bitch
Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass Verse One: Are you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer? I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
kingpins and cut throats [Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped] As I run around with a racist My