: featuring Treach, Craig Mack, Busta Rhymes, Method Man Verse One: Treach Hey boo! Yeah did you remember the tip of tender fender bender from last
man Meth goin' in raw So he jumped up balls out, I hid in the closet I'm dyin' laughin', he said "Yo Starks be quiet! " [Method Man:] Now let me put
Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and latins All N Together, together for worship better Now I put it down whether its Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical
: [Method] Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggaz can't live Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked
Square is on your poster [Break] [Verse Three: Masta Killa] Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
way I came, bringin motherfuckin pain [Streetlife] Killa Hill Projects, high-tech street intellect Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check [Method
that) Verse Two: Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke off the set comin to your projects
dried leaf smoke Killa Priest from the tribe of Levi smoke out and not steal or blunt spill the indestructable Bobby Steel's is here [Method Man] Yo
Verse Two: Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke off the set comin to your projects Take
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane... Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my fuckin name What the Blood Clot!?! [Outro: Method Man, (RZA)]
Method Man Til my man Raider Ruckus come home It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone we don't need
with them big drawers, they know who I am Call me Meth, like my niggas in Park Hill Projects Just Meth, say it with the F, never disrespect [Method Man
talent, technique, but not no hits Critics crack frowns for holdin' the town down I'm mad now, just so sick of the same sound Formed a method and kept
: [Ras Kass] Western Hemisfear, stand clear ock Cause now the sun sets across six-hundred and six septillion tons Come correct, I project like a telepathic
they at now? I'm I'll as baby powder with the smackdown, for the record My brain is like the project projected, for the Method Go see my nigga Kush, he
deep in ditches And I can't take it, but I'm gonna make it (Fading as Meth's verse starts: Fight to stay alive) [Verse 1: Method Man] I was raised on
the fuck out Keep it ninja, take money, stay ninja I injure, any motherfuckin contenda (You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) [Method Man:] Hey bitch
Method Man, for short Mr. Meth I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck "Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth "Bring it to em proper
