in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... [Verse Two: Tupac] So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like
Übersetzung: Method Man. Got My Mind Made Up.
blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat, clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up,
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 my madness BLAST
been away for years Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds niggaz'll feel the fire of my
strictly drunk off the Irish whiskey [Chorus] [Verse 3: Method Man] Rest your headpiece on this one sun cough up a lung Sleeping on my murderous type
strictly drunk off the Irish whiskey [Chorus] [Verse Three: Method Man] Rest your headpiece on this one sun cough up a lung Sleeping on my murderous
this bounce right here for all my Wu-Tang muthafuckas in the house, tonight" [Redman] Soon as I, pick up my pen, I begin my flow I close my eyes then
possibly I got my reasons 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
shit, light that shit, smoke it (Carlo! Know what I'm saying, man? Yeah) [Method Man] Fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing Call the po-po
sun up, I stay on the bone like I'm creepin' on the come up, like [get it, got it, I'm gone] + Chinky Now I got hun, ridin' shotgun windows halfway down
the scaffold, the night tall Rap infected get the Lysol, to disinfect it You don't know me or my effin Method That's the shit that made me ticked When
like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland One hand holds the head of the last brave man Made man, Cuban Link chain of command Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand My
Triple X Violent time, I got more love than valentines The violent mind, I blast with a silent nine Verse Two: Inspector Deck My hazardous thoughts
puzzled, and said, "Nah baby why?" She pressed up, grabbed my dick, threw her dress up Cocked her legs, cold fucked my head up Now I'm deep in it, flyin
I can kiss the sky HOW SICK? So Sick that you can suck my dick Verse Five: Method Man Til my man Raider Ruckus come home It ain't really on till the
m bouncin' Find me a room, burn up an ounce in Waitin' for my baby to call, forgive it all On some break up to make up shit, givin' me drawers I adore
