: (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
[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 finger I pick my nose
(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 finger
peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints Me on my own, not yet grown but only man of the home to protect my zone in these streets I roam Dough on
the revolution has now begun (Put on put on the wings of the morning and fly There is no escape from King Selassie I!!) [Outro: Method Man] Now, owwww
got no blunts to get high [Method Man] Yo, yo Blunt smokin', half a bottle of remi open You either holdin' or half-assed like semi-colon I leave ya chokin' on
God, Trife da God, Method Man, Cappadonna) [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo [Ghostface Killah:] Catch me on yo' brochure
shiesty, 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
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
seen Would you listen? I really, really wanna take you from ya man, thats just how I think I aint kiddin And i really wouldnt talk it If i couldnt walk
I seen your ass walk You call me ? player, like you think it's my fault The type of minute man, faking like you last long Please kill it man, lying to
move it Higher, we put money in the air} Put, put, put, put Put it in the air [Method Man] When I come up in the club, and I see my niggas on the wall
Like all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine and now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his prime [Chorus: Saukrates] [Redman] Yo, I got my swagger on
a (a lil' bit) If you like it (a lil' bit) you can have some more [Method Man] Somebody tell honey I'm good, just like a licorice Meth got 'em stuck
know what nuttin is (You don't wanna see me shine) (Talkin shit, on the low) (Hate to see me in the sky) (Flyin high, high, high) [Method Man] Yeah yo
'm the best man Rap C.E.O. minus the yes-man (yes-man) I know that's right, so act right, Staten on the map Like fuck y'all, get stuck, y'all and have
hate on me? (konichiwa bitches) [Method Man] For every rhyme, there's a hair on my chest Scared of the Man, you should be scared of the Meth Now every
