Method Man
Tical
I Get My Thang In Action
[Method Man]
Niggaz wanna test my steez
Nigga please
I black that eye like peas
You better freeze
In ya tracks
A Wu-Tang *bzzz* killer bee's on ya back
I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack
You want it all?
Yeah I want it all like that
I stab my own moms in the back for a stack
Niggas like damn, why you want it like that?
Cause I'm a dog and I got no love for the cat
Attitude is cold like the north polar cap
Where I do my thing a little further down the map
A little buckwhylin island called Stat
Where niggaz carry gats in they Black Moon hats
Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap
And you's an unknown with a phony contract
Wake up and smell the method, motherfucker contact
Comin in a cypher from a fallen head crack
An indian giver and I'm out to take it back
Shaolin Island, baby where you at?
A runaway train that be runnin on ya track
That's how it's goin down
Yeah, it's goin down like that
I gets my thang in action
To live, to love, to see, to learn
Yo! Tell em what's happenin!!
(What's happening?
I'll tell ya wha-what's happenin
Tell em what's happening
This goin on out here
Brothers ain't got no peers and they be smokin funny)
Shut up!!
I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
Spotcha twenty points and ya still can't score
Nuttin
Cause you ain't got no points in this game
Kid, you frontin
A home run hitter and you be buntin
Brush out the toilet, I got my shit together
When I'm good, I'm good
When bad, I'm better
You want it?
Whatever
I be the stormy weather
Rain coming down
To weather with ya leather jacket
A nigga with a ax couldn't hack it
I spark em like a match *ssskt*
Coming back it's the Method
To get louder
The Method
Man, clap yo hands, now check it
See me in the mist from the phat blunts and spliffs
But my physical brother came through and got me lift
Niggas, that I walk by, give me the eye
The moment is fuckin me up, killin my high
Nigga get back, ya pussy cat, I'm fearsome
Basically that, I'm all of that, and then some
While I, was out on tour goin berserk
I heard you was at the sand box and kickin dirt
All over my name but you can't pull my file
You don't know me and you don't know my style!!!
Comin out there like that there, yeah
Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bear
(I told the boy everything he know
To all you bad motherfuckers
See, I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite
Everybody needs to love Dolemite
I love Dolemite, you love Dolemite
Hey, how you doin nigga, I know you
Know what I did when I did?
Meth-Tical, shiiit, I told the boy
If ya can't get yaself a ten
The least you can do is score five twos
Where ya at? Method)
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