Method Man Lyrics
[sounds of fighting] "You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time. En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style." "I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!" [Intro: Method (and others)] From the tip top? (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?) Yup One two (no doubt, no doubt) One two one two Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that) Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up) Ah one two yo, check me out [Chorus:] What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical [Verse One:] Check it, I got styles, all of em sick Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll get severe on the double I harass it I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered By a psychopathic, way beyond an average Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it [Chorus] One two, uh, one two one two One two, uh, one two one two One two, uh, one two one two Check it out [Verse Two:] What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit that we got is to stay high, no question Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin When brothers start wettin everything in ya section Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up Is there a fuckin snake in my garden? Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs I be sprayin, brother with words Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM [Chorus] One two uh, one two one two One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical) (yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)
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