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Method Man
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Blackout
Lyricist:Ronald Miller, Mark Morales, Reggie Noble, Darren Robinson, Erick S. Sermon, Clifford Smith, Kurt Walker, William Waring, Damon Wimbley
Yo yo yo yo, it's Funk Doc, where the weed at, bitch? I speed backwards down a one-way from cops, see that shit? Believe that shit, slaughter, straight to camcorder I'm 'Too Hot for TV', rap draw water
My windpipe's attached to project ballers You yell, 'Turn the heat down' My voice, DVD 'round sound so I'm heard round town And chances of y'all leavin'? 'Round now
Wait later, will make front page paper Date raper with juvenile eighth graders Hit the high school and 187 Caesar When I bust, y'all need to back fo' acres
Doc y'all and that's my man Jabberjaw The shit list ready, who next to scratch off? I'm from the underground, my sound lift Platform shoes to bitches, fo'-hundred pounds
Get up, stand up, back up, push up Jump up, act up to make y'all feel it Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
Yo, blackout, shoot out, smoked out, move out Even knocked your tooth out to make y'all feel it Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
And I'm the street-talkin', dog-walkin' Approach me with extreme caution, oh, now you forcin' My hand to Rock, yo' Cradle often, I'm hot-scorchin' But 'Stone Cold' like Steve Austin
If you smell what Tical cookin' Ain't tryin' to see central bookin' so tell ya goon stop lookin' 'Know What You Did Last Summer', so I started hookin' You past shooken off an open can of ass-whoopin'
Ain't no tomorrow's in the Method's 'Little Shop of Horrors' Go ask your father who the father from the hill to harbor You know tha saga, marijuana blunts and Goldschlager With deadly medley, y'all ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie
Don't even bother, the radio for back-up, alright then Your man got slapped up, extorted for his ice an' Street life is triflin', body over here Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Don't make me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga ear
Precise an', slicin' jugulars, the 'Cutthroat' Ruggeder, 'Predator', Viking, etcetera People's Champ, niggaz be takin' on competitors
Reachin' for the microphone, relax and light a bone Straight from the catacomb, the 'Children of the Corn' That don't got a 'CLUE', prepare for 'Desert Storm'
Get up, stand up, back up, push up Jump up, act up to make y'all feel it Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
Yo, blackout, shoot out, smoked out, move out Even knocked your tooth out to make y'all feel it Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
I scored 1.1 on my SAT And still push a whip with a right and left AC Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get called I'm behind the brick wall with arsenic jaws
Spit poison, got a gun permit draw Gun down at sundown, you keep score This trainin' course and y'all ain't fit On my crew tombstone put, we all ain't shit
Yo, all you gonnabe, wannabe, when will you learn? Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait your turn I spit a .41 revolver on New Year's Eve With the mic in my hand I mutilate MC's
The most slept on since Rip Van Wink My shit stink with every element from A to Z so what you think? I'ma blackout on just one drink you must be crazy A little off the wall maybe, go, get a shrink
Get up, stand up, back up, push up Jump up, act up to make y'all feel it Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
Yo, blackout, shoot out, smoked out, move out Even knocked your tooth out to make y'all feel it Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em
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