[Intro: Method Man] Aiyyo Shorty, yo that's my word Oh, y'all smellin y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold Yo anybody get caught playin Over here, I
Übersetzung: Method Man. Gold.
Übersetzung: Run DMC. Simmons Incorporated (feat. Method Man, graben Dast, gold D, jamel.
machen cooleren Sound. Du bist gefickt, jetzt kriegst du Schuhe auf?s Maul. Ein Schwuler hat Gold und ein Dealer Gewehre das ist Ghetto man ein Krieger
money in ya two socks Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture I'm gone, Kodak can't even frame the riddler Gold realin', Meth
the herb man smugglin' ... now they got me in lock down what's up to the herb man smugglin' ... now they got me in lock down shootouts to Method Man,
crew's fresh out the bars Diggler, AKA the Cab Driver Drop him off in the middle of fire Dirty Island, drag bodies to the murderland Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand [Method Man
: (feat. Method Man, Streetlife) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, assorted flavor Clarks No doubt The beer champ Yeah, curly head kid Yo, yo, yo From
talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style
: (feat. Street, Method Man) [Verse One: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, assorted flavor Clarks No doubt The beer champ Yeah, curly head kid Yo, yo, yo From
kann dich nicht verstehen, ich glaub du hast etwas vergessen, denn du rappst nach 7 Kopfen ein, doch du bist nicht Method man, ich renn in Gold durch
man up Blunt Brothers, see we at a level they can't touch [Chorus] [Redman (Method Man) {both}] Yo, Redman (Method Man) back in the building (We can ship gold
: (feat. Redman) [Intro: sample (Method Man)] "Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah) [Method Man] It's Meth, back on that old shit Pick my ho's with the same
a dog, then we some dogs We all gunna chase cats, tell them dog Girl don't waste that swallow it all We just some dogs, we just some dogs [Method Man
't thug sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug tattoos and hard screws don't make you thug sucker for love catch a slug, nigga [Method Man] Suspect
men, to purgatory Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner Blood stain on my track record, top gunner Chorus: Method Man