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Method Man
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Tear It Off - Album Version (Edited)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, man glorious, this is protected By the Red and Tical Slap it down, way out of bound Roll in a towel, fo' we gun down
Yo, flip mode, toilet bowls explode When Doc come drop a shit load Grip fo's, mushrooms, dick those Deep pistol, whip hoes, I bitch O's Money, Roll, I stick a zip code Tiptoed before Doc escape row Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose My Benz too with wings and 6-0's
My flows is North Pole cold My hands got area's that fits snow Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes Shows, Niggas pack 6 rolls We're losin' 'em, his hart won't get pulse Pack you bags off a 10 percent doze Lip closed? I can hum and shit gold
Yo, yo, tear the roof off Yo, yo, tear the roof off Back off, don't make me shoot y'all You don't want to fuck with us, you don't
I gets down, rip sand with this stick style Pistol, lick ground, get off my dick now Get crabbed, hostile, you kids is all sound timid Scared to get in it, these dogs is Rock wild Unchained, untamed, you know my name Act strange, pack flame, it's not a game Just ill flows that kills shows, you can feel yo Kickin in you do', like a steel toe for real doe
Y'all gon' learn, I spit germs When you come short on Big Worm, you get burned Punks don't get turned, they get done and get sun Come, get some, the last victim lie in a ditch Now who wanna fuck with Hot Nick Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit Me and Funk Doc get, toxic A bowl of rice, different chopsticks Go make your Wu just impostors
Yo, yo, tear the roof off Yo, yo, yo, tear the roof off Back off, don't make me shoot y'all You don't want to fuck with us, you don't
Okay Corral with Doc and Meth Tical Bar saloon fight without weapons out Stretch marks like belly on Kevin? Lous? One yard to score, only second down Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down Tryin' to lock cash? Bitch better bounce Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Boyfriend jump in, Meth shut him down Pound to echo loud 'bout seven miles
Doc, Dirty Jersey hunt 'em down Uncut rhymes won't even fit the file Baddest man out the bunch, pick him out Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd Snitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth Wilder then winos on liquor droughts
Mrs. Howell, Mary-Ann, dig 'em out Ginger, watch with the gun in Skipper mouth Love Da Ruckus and love to dish it out Pre-washed MC's, start rinsin' out Get your whole camp put on the missin' file Pushin' twelve out, bumpin' digital
Yo, tear the roof off Yo, yo, tear the roof off Back off, don't make me shoot y'all You don't want to fuck with us, you don't
We Just-Ice, men or mice, ain't nuttin' nice Fuck your life, your type just too light to fight We move right on Fright Night when niggaz bite We bust pipe condo's that suck tight We alright, you all hype and all tripe In the Source with half mic, you half liked And half dead, blasted on flatbed I'm past dead, eyes red, the hash head
Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin' Take my turn frontin', Def Jam ain't heard nuttin' yet Suspect, ruff necks, book 'em Dano You get busted, never leave home without my mustard Trust this out for justice, clown And caught on Judgment Day, call Joe Brown Take MC's to town if they star bound Ashes to ashes, they all fall down
Master you bastards with hazardous tactics Semi-automatic full rap metal jacket Blasted in plastic your brain on the mattress All you kids is ass-backwards and vice-a versa
Yo, yo, tear the roof off Yo, yo, tear the roof off Back off, don't make me shoot y'all You don't want to fuck with us, you don't
Come on, yo tear the roof off Nigga, yo tear the roof off Back up, don't make me shoot y'all You don't want to fuck with us, you don't
Yo, you don't want to fuck with us, you don't Yo, you don't want to fuck with us, you don't
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