And I'm creepin through the crowd, low key, nigga You don't know me I learned from niggas before me I got insomnia shawty, I don't sleep, I bomb, I don
be done I'm like a nigga that did ten years I'm eager to come In the game And do more than entertain I'm loco in the brain I'm that man with the methods
: [Method Man] Hydro... indo... (buddha!) Hah... cocoa... yo, ya-ya-yo! I need some brown weed (lady) all day I need some brown weed (jenny) I need some
threat I dance on a nigga like my name's Zab Judah Rap barracuda, three XL kahuna Sure to get it perkin and cause a disturbance I'm thirstin, feel what I
much life [Method Man:] Yo aiyo yo yo yo... You on ya way to the store, nigga, grab me a Dutch I'm mad as f**k, my dude, my count was short when I was
Method Man] Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (one) Wu-Tang, nigga, that's what's up (That's what's up) Eh, eh, eh, Wu-Tang, nigga,
ass was dead When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead It's Wu-Tang nigga, ain't nothing changed nigga Still shame on a nigga, who tried
thease rap niggas, official we slap niggas wit' mak' charges dope shit regardless we usually take another niggas garments (what) [Killarmy] Straight up and down I
I grab the clip and Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got Goin to war with the meltin pot hot [Method] It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth Movin
that I tote, the murder that I wrote You can't do me none, my Uzi weighs a ton I'm comin' from the slum, Wu is number one I stumbled on the drum, the
ah aowww!!! [Verse One: Method Man] Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar supreme neck protector Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha
ass cheeks of Blackstreet So high, I'm so high I feel like I'm wearin' a disguise Superman type of, with Kryptonite eyes Not knowin' I'm trippin', I
over above Method Man verse] New Method Man! Eminem... Royce... CLUE! [echoes] [Method Man] Niggaz is like "Oh my God not you!" Yes I'm in the flesh
your mother's I'm talkin about the other, by the way - your mother I'm terrific, I'm the president, I'm Obama-rific Make up my own words, I'm the shitidic (I'm
I'm like Urlacher, beasting at the top of the pile kneeing niggas in the nuts, goddamn damn I'm foul [Chorus] [Method Man] We blow money, got game,
't got to worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on
I'm doped He die, 'cause I'm troublesome All ya niggas, die young, strapped and I don't give a fuck I'm hopeless, I live a thug life loosin' my focus
wanna know who got that N.A.S.A. music Verse: (Method Man and E-40) I'm with the kid from The Yay 40 Water man I'm missing them days When we took swallows