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(feat. Method Man) |
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[Intro: Method Man] |
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Uhm hum, y'all thought it was a game |
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We ain't playin' wit' y'all motherfuckers, uh uh |
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East Side/West Side Connection for real |
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Uhm, this is how its goin' down huh |
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Come down to you and me huh Mr. Size |
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It's real |
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[Method Man] |
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M-E-F, ain't you heard yet kid I'm cobra step |
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Vocal threat, mark for death, y'all ain't seen nothin' yet |
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Movin' on your fuckin' left, over time, sudden death |
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Competition, hold your breath, when you see me hold the tec |
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Party people lie, they shout with evil eye |
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Tical and Roni Size, bring your beef with ecoli |
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Poison and kill the noise an', your fam' and all your boys in |
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Seek and destroy young brothers |
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Tougher than they baby mothers |
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Your class show no cash, runnin' low on gas |
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Empty don't even tempt me, to pull his nine and glass |
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The sky is fallin' fast, the world is panickin', panickin' |
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People hawlin' ass, now who the man again |
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Yeah I got luck this year, go bring that pussy here |
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Where? I don't even care, bounce, I mean intensive care |
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Throw your hands into the air (c'mon), we 'bout to take it there |
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Full cycle, no fair, now who the man again |
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Now who the man again |
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Now who the man again |
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Now who the man again |
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[repeat verse] |
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[Method Man] |
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Red life, green light, one two three |
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Ain't no hope in stoppin' me, we ain't got no pot to pea |
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Mr. Mef, Roni Size, shady eye with lazy eye |
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Crazy hive, maybe I crash and burn like Lady Di |
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Blackin' out, passin' out |
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This is what I they askin' 'bout |
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Ghetto life, tuck your whites, fuck your wife, bust a pipe |
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We gonna fuck it up tonight, girl make sure you suck it right |
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Hold that mic like Dolomite, get them blunts and roll them tight |
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What are you men or mice? Kid I just begin to bite |
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Back like Kevin Bokavitch, you know that means apocalypse |
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Oh shit, follow this, why don't you just follow this? |
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Any race, colour or creed, just like the apollo wid |
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A Phen-army-non, from Bristol to P. Long |
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Be on the law, huntin' rappers out of season |
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Throw 'em in the air, we 'bout to take it there |
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Full cycle, no fair, now who the man again (make a threat, pay your dept, Meth-Tical) |
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Now who the man again (throw it back, you knowin' that, goin' back) |
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Now who the man again (so you say, all day, you know I'm down) |
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Now who the man again (aiyo yo, represent, represent, represent..) |
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Now who the man again (represent, represent, represent, represent..) |
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[Break: Method Man] |
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Everyone please attend they |
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It's time you line up in one line |
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An' eveybody gon' get they ass in |
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Just take your time, not now |
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An' I don't give a fuck who your dog |
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Your ass not gettin' in without a guest pass |
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Aight, you first, here's your bunny |
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Show, hehehehe... |
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One two, one two |
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We transmittin' love |
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The new south |
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This is Bressville to shaolin |
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And be on |
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This is a full cycle affair |
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Ayo Roni Size, you's a dope motherfucker |
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That's my word, your everythin' I love fool |
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[repeat verse two] |
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[Break: Method Man] |
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Roni Size and Mr. Mef |
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Cat is staggerin', oh shit |
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[Outro: Method Man] |
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Celebrity status is in the I the beholder |
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As one who is capable of |
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Turning nothing into something |
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One who's aaaaaaaaaaaall ambition is so intense |
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That he can settle for nothin' less than the best |
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Here lies the +Ghetto Celebrity+ |
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Oh shit |
