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Method Man
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Father's Day - Album Version (Edited)
Method Man feat. Redman
I wanna deal with a bigger asshole The streets, it's coming down hard We got to get our shit together We always had music, eating off the game
Like you was never gon' run dry, that ain't no business No other game is run so disorganized Look around you, every hood that's taking care of business Is together, dig it, tight?
I can't spend my life running away For what it's worth, how much dirt can I get done in a day? I got, clip in the AK., a blunt in the tray I'm a beast, fuck the police, N.W.A.
Ya'll play this game that the hustler's play And if you dress in the metrosexual way Then muthafucka you gay Y'all can save this drama for Kay Slay
Like who's fucking my chick Or writing books about sucking my dick Now I don't give a fuck what they say 'cause once I put on my cool They see my life and wanna put on my shoes
Top of the world, ma look at your dude I dig a chick with a attitude But I don't let her cook up my food It's like these young niggas hugging the strip
Who got the power to move bricks and buildings Never loving the bitch, stripping with game Y'all can guzzle a sip, ain't nothing change Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com My niggas is off the chain and we don't muscle the pit
Can I get a [Incomprehensible]? Ayo, this bounce right here For all my Wu-Tang muthafuckas in the house, tonight
Soon as I, pick up my pen, I begin my flow I close my eyes then write rhymes in a blackout mode My Uzi, weigh over a ton, CD plays over I do my crime with baking soda, with no odor
Pull out like boat motor streams, crack your shoulder wing Def Squad decoder ring, psychopath bordering My dog's shitting on your lawn while you watering Pay the fine, order him to shit on your lawn again
D.O.C. get it, C.O.D. my hood P.O.P. nigga, N.J. deep baby Jersey state of mind, Method Man, lock 'em in Ya'll niggas give a fuck, punk, we the opposite, yup
I hear you gossiping, 'cause we on Just because I rock, don't mean I'm made of stone My bones is sturdy, I wake up to get it early When I bully the streets, my Co-D is Keith Murray
In a hurry, back down, the boy roll with us This how it sound when the voice is transmitted Bricks to Staten Island, where babies turn into killers That's why my Cadillac bear more arms than caterpillars, let's get it
Can I get a [Incomprehensible]? Ayo, this bounce right here For all my Wu-Tang muthafuckas in the house, tonight
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