at you And it was plain to see You were my destiny With you I'll spend my time I'll dedicate my life I'll sacrifice for you Dedicate my life for you &
got my back korn for the love and swappin' up of the tracks my brother cory d my man terry dale who brought it to the plate and made it sound great
Wilding in my headphones, red in my stones Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones With water, dough, acid and gold classics All my niggaz who
Hempstead? Yo man, my family from Hempstead! [Flav] The Heights man [Meth] Yeah, (?) [Flav] Word up, come on man [Meth] (?) [Flav] Oh, what? [Meth] (?),
stripe [Method Man] As we dwell through this concrete hell, calling it home Mama say, take your time young man and build your own Don't wind up like
up on your shit nigga [*cop's walkie talkie still babbling*] [Method] Aiyyo you got a light? [THE PIG] Excuse me can you put that out please? [Method]
in December But guess what, my Wally's got messed up Autograph presser what, blast enough to blow your rest up We scrape that, Land O' Lake that My dolo
hottest block [Method Man] As the world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my
to insane, I rain firewater Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order I got my sword cross your throat you joke [Verse Four: Method Man] We on
the knife in hand Blade to the throat, Oh, how I could kill a man You could never understand how my mind works The professional methods I use when I do
that? You critizie our method of how we make records You said, it wasn't art, so now we're gonna rip you apart Stop, check it out my man This is the
be shiesty, 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
funky picture I portray and before I hit the court I made it my forte cause I got this, you can come and get this, cause my method is the most and I boast
old I realized there was a road At the end I would win lots of pots of gold Days, when I used to have my play clothes on I would make up my rhymes the
stop jokin, I ain't know that You from Hempstead? Yo man, my family from Hempstead, the Heights Man Yeah Word up, come on man Oh, what? Hundred Terrace
I got some real shit for niggas Never been defeated, niggas retreated Made the choice to be seated until my mission's completed Get loose, get loose, Method Man
forces We wave warm torches Through the trenches of the onslaughtness ge up we up next I'm anticipated post my plan is to stay behind my every line stated
torches Through the trenches of the onslaughtness G up, we up next, I'm an-ticipated Post my plan is to stand behind my ever line stated Delux, Aeon