Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after I'm gone 'Cause, they fear me in physical form let it be known I'm troublesome Tra la la la, all you niggas
nigga boz, open up the door And red nigga, these niggas down to kill nigga But hold up, the plot gets thicker He said, jay's a trick ass nigga, nobody snatched the nigga
fast enough There is no cut that's pure enough I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload Product must be sold to you Verse one: genius I'm deep
I know we just came from fishin But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'all
yo, come on This is Method Man for short Mr.Meth, Tical-Lion This is Method Man for short Mr.Meth, Tical-Lion This is Method Man for short Mr.Meth, Tical
- abnormal residents It's like I'm floatin' I think I'm floatin' Got me open, I guess I'm floatin' No jokin', I'm movin' as my words are spoken A vibe
get with it I'm razor sharp and my jaw bone I might spit it I'm dealin with it on an everyday basis Growin weary, gettin cold as I stack glaciers In the
drinking, fucking, sucking (Can't understand) Whattup, I don't know baby Nah man, it's not, it's not yo word up I'm tellin you right now I know this
dick Till my man Raider Ruckus come home It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone We don't need your
worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty
ah ah aowww!!! [Verse One: Method Man] Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar supreme neck protector Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha
you can suck my dick [Verse 5: Method Man] Till my man Raider Ruckus come home It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home Puff a meth bone, now I'm
to please me Still homes I'm never satisfy like the Stones We don't condone bitin' see them selling crossbones Protecting what I'm writing Don't clash
that nigga john singleton I do my thing while the fans be jealin Hey yo, I'm so dope, you better tap your man and tell him I don't fake moves, I scrape
drinking, fucking, sucking (can't understand) Whattup, I don't know baby Nah man, it's not, it's not yo word up I'm tellin you right now I know this
enough There is no cut that's pure enough I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload Product must be sold to YOU [Verse One: Genius] I'm deep down