Tear It Off Lyrics
| Song | Tear It Off |
| Artist | Method Man |
| Album | Blackout! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brailey, Clinton, Collins ... | |
| Yo man glorious | |
| This is protected | |
| By the Red | |
| And TicalSlap it down | |
| Way out of bounds | |
| Throw in your towels | |
| Fo' we gun down | |
| Yo, flipmode, toilet bowls explode | |
| When Doc come drop a shit load | |
| Grip fo'sMushrooms, did those | |
| Deep pistol | |
| Whip hoesI bitch | |
| O'sMoney, roll, | |
| I stick a zip code | |
| Tiptoed, before | |
| Doc hit skid row | |
| Thirsty, sniffin' out a pig nose | |
| My Benz built 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 | |
| I could hum and shit cold | |
| 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 get scanned, rip sand | |
| With this stick style | |
| Pistol, lick ground | |
| Get off my dick now | |
| Kick crowd, hot style | |
| You-get-shot-style | |
| Timid, scared to get in it | |
| These dogs is rock rowd | |
| Unchained, untained, 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 do' | |
| Y'all gon' learn | |
| I spit germs | |
| When you come showin' on | |
| Big WormYou gets burned | |
| Punks don't get turned, they get done | |
| And get sun, come get some | |
| The last victim lye in a ditch | |
| Now who wanna fuck with | |
| Hot NickNiggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit | |
| Me and Funk | |
| Doc get, toxic | |
| A bowl of rice and some chopsticks | |
| Go make your | |
| Wu just imposters | |
| 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 | |
| You try to | |
| O.K CorelWith | |
| Doc and Methical | |
| Bar saloon fight without weapons out | |
| Strechmarks like | |
| Belly on Kevin | |
| LousOne yard to score, only second down | |
| Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down | |
| Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce | |
| Boyfriend jumpin', | |
| Meth shut 'em down | |
| Pound to echo loud, bout 7 miles | |
| Doc, dirty | |
| Jersey, hunt 'em down | |
| Uncut rhymes, won't even fit your foul | |
| Baddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out | |
| Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd | |
| Snitches, someone kiss to stitch you mouth | |
| Wilder then rhinos or liquor trous | |
| Mrs. how Mary- | |
| Ann, dig 'em out | |
| Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth | |
| Love the ruckas and love to dish it out3 watched | |
| MC's, start wristin' out | |
| Get your whole camp put on the missile foul | |
| Pushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital | |
| 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 | |
| Method Man | |
| We just ice | |
| Men of mice, ain't nothing nice | |
| RedmanFuck your life | |
| Method Man | |
| Your tight, just light to fight | |
| We move right, on fright night | |
| When niggas right | |
| We bust pipe, condo's that suck tight | |
| We all right, you all hype and war's right | |
| In the source, with half mic, you half life | |
| And half dead, blasted on glass bed | |
| 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 nothin' yet | |
| Suspect, ruff necks | |
| Buck 'em down or you get busted | |
| Never leave home without my muskett | |
| Trust this, out for justice, clown | |
| And caught on | |
| Judgment Day, call | |
| Joe BrownTake | |
| MC's to town if they start blawn | |
| Ashes to ashes, they all fall down | |
| Master these 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 visa 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 off, don't make me shoot y'all | |
| You don't want to fuck with us, you don't | |
| HuhYo, you don't want to fuck with us | |
| You don'tYo, | |
| You don't want to fuck with us | |
| You don't |
| zuo ci : Brailey, Clinton, Collins ... | |
| Yo man glorious | |
| This is protected | |
| By the Red | |
| And TicalSlap it down | |
| Way out of bounds | |
| Throw in your towels | |
| Fo' we gun down | |
| Yo, flipmode, toilet bowls explode | |
| When Doc come drop a shit load | |
| Grip fo' sMushrooms, did those | |
| Deep pistol | |
| Whip hoesI bitch | |
| O' sMoney, roll, | |
| I stick a zip code | |
| Tiptoed, before | |
| Doc hit skid row | |
| Thirsty, sniffin' out a pig nose | |
| My Benz built with wings and 60' 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 | |
| I could hum and shit cold | |
| 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 get scanned, rip sand | |
| With this stick style | |
| Pistol, lick ground | |
| Get off my dick now | |
| Kick crowd, hot style | |
| Yougetshotstyle | |
| Timid, scared to get in it | |
| These dogs is rock rowd | |
| Unchained, untained, 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 do' | |
| Y' all gon' learn | |
| I spit germs | |
| When you come showin' on | |
| Big WormYou gets burned | |
| Punks don' t get turned, they get done | |
| And get sun, come get some | |
| The last victim lye in a ditch | |
| Now who wanna fuck with | |
| Hot NickNiggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit | |
| Me and Funk | |
| Doc get, toxic | |
| A bowl of rice and some chopsticks | |
| Go make your | |
| Wu just imposters | |
| 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 | |
| You try to | |
| O. K CorelWith | |
| Doc and Methical | |
| Bar saloon fight without weapons out | |
| Strechmarks like | |
| Belly on Kevin | |
| LousOne yard to score, only second down | |
| Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down | |
| Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce | |
| Boyfriend jumpin', | |
| Meth shut ' em down | |
| Pound to echo loud, bout 7 miles | |
| Doc, dirty | |
| Jersey, hunt ' em down | |
| Uncut rhymes, won' t even fit your foul | |
| Baddest man out the bunch, pick ' em out | |
| Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd | |
| Snitches, someone kiss to stitch you mouth | |
| Wilder then rhinos or liquor trous | |
| Mrs. how Mary | |
| Ann, dig ' em out | |
| Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth | |
| Love the ruckas and love to dish it out3 watched | |
| MC' s, start wristin' out | |
| Get your whole camp put on the missile foul | |
| Pushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital | |
| 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 | |
| Method Man | |
| We just ice | |
| Men of mice, ain' t nothing nice | |
| RedmanFuck your life | |
| Method Man | |
| Your tight, just light to fight | |
| We move right, on fright night | |
| When niggas right | |
| We bust pipe, condo' s that suck tight | |
| We all right, you all hype and war' s right | |
| In the source, with half mic, you half life | |
| And half dead, blasted on glass bed | |
| 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 nothin' yet | |
| Suspect, ruff necks | |
| Buck ' em down or you get busted | |
| Never leave home without my muskett | |
| Trust this, out for justice, clown | |
| And caught on | |
| Judgment Day, call | |
| Joe BrownTake | |
| MC' s to town if they start blawn | |
| Ashes to ashes, they all fall down | |
| Master these 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 visa 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 off, don' t make me shoot y' all | |
| You don' t want to fuck with us, you don' t | |
| HuhYo, you don' t want to fuck with us | |
| You don' tYo, | |
| You don' t want to fuck with us | |
| You don' t |
| zuò cí : Brailey, Clinton, Collins ... | |
| Yo man glorious | |
| This is protected | |
| By the Red | |
| And TicalSlap it down | |
| Way out of bounds | |
| Throw in your towels | |
| Fo' we gun down | |
| Yo, flipmode, toilet bowls explode | |
| When Doc come drop a shit load | |
| Grip fo' sMushrooms, did those | |
| Deep pistol | |
| Whip hoesI bitch | |
| O' sMoney, roll, | |
| I stick a zip code | |
| Tiptoed, before | |
| Doc hit skid row | |
| Thirsty, sniffin' out a pig nose | |
| My Benz built with wings and 60' 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 | |
| I could hum and shit cold | |
| 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 get scanned, rip sand | |
| With this stick style | |
| Pistol, lick ground | |
| Get off my dick now | |
| Kick crowd, hot style | |
| Yougetshotstyle | |
| Timid, scared to get in it | |
| These dogs is rock rowd | |
| Unchained, untained, 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 do' | |
| Y' all gon' learn | |
| I spit germs | |
| When you come showin' on | |
| Big WormYou gets burned | |
| Punks don' t get turned, they get done | |
| And get sun, come get some | |
| The last victim lye in a ditch | |
| Now who wanna fuck with | |
| Hot NickNiggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit | |
| Me and Funk | |
| Doc get, toxic | |
| A bowl of rice and some chopsticks | |
| Go make your | |
| Wu just imposters | |
| 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 | |
| You try to | |
| O. K CorelWith | |
| Doc and Methical | |
| Bar saloon fight without weapons out | |
| Strechmarks like | |
| Belly on Kevin | |
| LousOne yard to score, only second down | |
| Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down | |
| Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce | |
| Boyfriend jumpin', | |
| Meth shut ' em down | |
| Pound to echo loud, bout 7 miles | |
| Doc, dirty | |
| Jersey, hunt ' em down | |
| Uncut rhymes, won' t even fit your foul | |
| Baddest man out the bunch, pick ' em out | |
| Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd | |
| Snitches, someone kiss to stitch you mouth | |
| Wilder then rhinos or liquor trous | |
| Mrs. how Mary | |
| Ann, dig ' em out | |
| Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth | |
| Love the ruckas and love to dish it out3 watched | |
| MC' s, start wristin' out | |
| Get your whole camp put on the missile foul | |
| Pushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital | |
| 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 | |
| Method Man | |
| We just ice | |
| Men of mice, ain' t nothing nice | |
| RedmanFuck your life | |
| Method Man | |
| Your tight, just light to fight | |
| We move right, on fright night | |
| When niggas right | |
| We bust pipe, condo' s that suck tight | |
| We all right, you all hype and war' s right | |
| In the source, with half mic, you half life | |
| And half dead, blasted on glass bed | |
| 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 nothin' yet | |
| Suspect, ruff necks | |
| Buck ' em down or you get busted | |
| Never leave home without my muskett | |
| Trust this, out for justice, clown | |
| And caught on | |
| Judgment Day, call | |
| Joe BrownTake | |
| MC' s to town if they start blawn | |
| Ashes to ashes, they all fall down | |
| Master these 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 visa 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 off, don' t make me shoot y' all | |
| You don' t want to fuck with us, you don' t | |
| HuhYo, you don' t want to fuck with us | |
| You don' tYo, | |
| You don' t want to fuck with us | |
| You don' t |
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