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Method Man Glide

ribs is frail I've been eating calamari, getting big in jail [La the Darkman] Nigga, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke [Method Man] I

ribs is frail I've been eating calamari, getting big in jail [La the Darkman] Nigga, we glide when we ride, don't choke when we smoke [Method Man] I

man that's on a mission Said,"Son, you'd better listen Stuck in your ass is an electrician Like a scientist Mmm when I'm applying this Method of controlling

make it 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

me, what is a girl to do, if she's still on it Haha, yeah, this is a lil' sumin' for ya ear drums Paul Wall, Swisha House Method Man, Wu Tang Ashanti

talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style

. [Chorus] [Method Man:] (uhn, yeah) Auntie Ashanti's a problem, this track here's a problem. The best thing rockin' since that cotton came to Harlem. Meth

Hardcore, ?jacore? I hate poker But y'all spread when my bullet's daytona [Chorus 8x] Comin through, comin through duck Run for cover (BASS!) [Method Man

don't want the fifth of 'yac, we want the gallon ['Scarface' sample] What you think I'm a fucking worm like you? I told you, man --- [Method Man] Vacate