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Method Man Miscellaneous Enjoy Da Ride [Streetlife] Yo, I know the streets is watchin' Dirty date niggas caught blockin' or glockin' Waitin' for my down four street got options Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay rockin' All emcee's falled when I heard the albums droppin' Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap concoction Rap's in a state of emergency, it's shockin' I produce joints that loosen up the socket Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit Bang your head to this, pump your fist if your feelin' it Ride the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? (You) Who the ultimate? (Wu) Stay commited, sold my soul to this rap shit Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quick I roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuits And grab my dick and flick it, get the picture [Redman] Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the front So hard the airbags use nasal pumps Jump out, cock the shoti (Rasie em up) I stomp holes if the ground aint paved enough Inform the former the first step was a warm-up The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was Chikens that'll run in, burn the barn up Shots'll tear Sean John and Phat Farm up I never gotta Soul Train award Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all Never, trick a bitch car payment off Im a orangatang when the chain is off Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask Leavin' stains of blood on your Rolie Glass When im in your hood nigga throw me bags [Method Man] Lets trick the night fantastic Im flexable, they used to call me plastic These big butt bitches get they ass kicked It is what it is, shittin' on y'all kids Couldn't live where we live I can't be defeated like nobody used to wizz Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids Right? You know the clan and you know the fuckin' man Meth rock a mic without a kickstand Two blunts, and razors in his wristband Slap you and your bitch man Lookin' in your lobby, call me stick-man When it's goin' down, call me quicksand Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be flexin' As hard as my erection, kid learn your lesson Cuz what if I decide to start testin' the joint in the muthafuckin session? [Saukrates] Let a nigga get into it Lubricate y'all veins with your "Do-It" fluid I Einstein these rymes, spit these thangs to prove it Cross with the mac, in fact my games are truest Now im on the highway, doing it my way With Street the legal, Meth, Roc, and Doc friday Performin' like the weather was warm And drop heat on the streets through zero degree storms And keep the ghetto, pop your metal Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow The addiction, aint no friction I got them rap heads fillin' out a prescription With diciton, they in thick, when I put fire to the stakes And burn the arch, like a iron to your face These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the button |
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