brotha) How you live my brotha (Real civilized brotha) I'm not fryed Jaul when i walk the streets I rock wit da 4 cds [not a force ehcos....] [Method Man
hot Come on Let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold) Come on, come on [Verse 1: Method Man] [Verse 1: (method man)] with all
Reggie Noble man blazin' Dive in a crowd like Method Man and Van Halen Sex, money, drugs, music Lies, these are the things that keep niggaz I was hypnotized, I
with dirt under her nail's a gold digger Yeah, I tell the people, like I told RZA Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know, nigga
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
to the sticky, I'm the man Crunch nasty, I be hittin' the jank so hard I hurl Fall on the floor fittin' to have a stroke THC ain't no joke I got five
's me, your boy with the kick that's always tight You a little short on some ends? Don't worry, I'll take care of that, I got five on that I got you
, 'til it's all gone No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb I use ta spend money but now I'm growing the crops But I hate it when the pigs
is animated Once I get to ballin', I can't be deflated I'm rugged raw, my monstars is gettin' money When clicks get to buggin', I'm snatchin' up their
wammys They dyke and I'm liking them all, I'm siftin' through panties Haters'll spike it Voicing opinions but holding laryngitis But I don't hear 'em, I
go I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below my shrink told me it's a feeling they'll never know I pack up all my sins and every L that I blow and
bulletproof glass You need a Wu pass, a bag of that high Easy with the flicks, baby, I'm camera shy [Hook: Method Man (George Clinton)] Get that money