"Good.. Wu-Tang martial expert There’s not many, who can match up with him" (He’ll give you a heart condition if you fuck around like that there Tell you it ain’t no good for the bloodstream You know god damn whatever and uhh it’s dumb and big — it’s DUMB AND BIG)Mira, Meth-Tical comin through with […]
Tag Archives: Lyrics by Method Man
Play IV Keeps
[Method Man]Ha, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeahOne time.. yo Never liked son from day one, bring you toolThat nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-assWho care where you came from, you ain’t preparedfor when the pain come, this nigga scared, shook to deathfrom a cold stare, stuntin, knowin my brothers fiendto do you […]
Cradle Rock
All the children come into the light…[Sample of "Bright Tomorrow"] There will be… Chorus/Intro: Left Eye and Method Man Rock a bye baby from the rooftopWhen the guns blow, your cradle gets rockedWhen the earth quakes and the sky starts to fallDown will come emcees, fake shit and all! Verse One: Method Man On top […]
Cheka
[Redman] Bricki-di-roaw!Steppin’ out the crowd throwin’ bolo’sFlicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44’sLoadin’ it up, packin’ it back, ready to splash for realSpit flows out the gail, God tried to bailIt’s hectic, 45-6 gimme ya gripsThat’s more dollars in them tongues in them go-go chicksBitch I’m drunk, pumpin’ slugs out of canonShot ya after-party down with Meth […]
Retro Godfather
Come on (come on)Take it back (take it back)70’s style (style) I’ll do, anythingAll y’all old school Studio 54ers That’s, my, word! There’s nothing in the world that I won’t do I’ll give my world to you, if you want me to I’ll do, anything That’s, my, word! O.D.’n on this one fleein, all eyes […]
Party Crasher
Intro: club bouncer Aww shit… not these niggaz again!Aiyyo listen!I’m only lettin five of you motherfuckers in here tonightIf your man ain’t on the guest list He get to the BACJ of the fuckin lineAnd you know another motherfuckin thing?I don’t give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink in this motherfucker tonightI’m kickin […]
Four Seasons
[Redman]Bitch!Brick City, yoYo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since youngAt 8 paint chips the rare moon —-That pair mics, my maintenanceI battle you and then me and Meth exchange shiftsFor money, to your house arrest ankletI take it all, if not, here’s a thousandBricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds menI’m constant, on that […]
1, 2, 1, 2
[Meth]Come on1 2 1 2 uh uh1 2 1 2Mr. Meth and Doc1 2 1 2Uh uh 1 2 1 2DJ Scratch on the track1 2 1 2Wa wa 1 2 1 2Break your motha fuckin back1 2 1 2Ah yo yoMy, lyric is 8 ballBatter up play ballFuck ya’ll analogNiggas we be digital, subliminal, […]