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Viewing Lyrics for The What:
| | | Artist: | Man Method |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | The What | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 2 | | | | Lyrics: | Verse One: Notorious, Meth]
I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on
the dick
To stop me from that HIV shit
And niggaz know thet like a Twinkie
filling
Playin the villian
Prepare for this rap killin
Biggie Smallz is the
illest
Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talkin bout
Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
is here to excite and
throw dick
toykes
Bitches I like em brainless
Guns I like em stainless steel
I wan the fuckin
Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me (T-H-O-D
Man)
You don't want to fuck with Biggie
Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't
hit
Come to spread butter deliverage over hominy grit
It's the low killer death trap, yes
I'm a jet black ninja
Comin where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring, youse the
number one contender
Lookin cold booty like your pussy in December
Nigga stobitchin,
button up ya lip and
From Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippin
Hey, I'll be
kickin, you son, you doin all the yappin
Actin as if it can't happen
You front and got me
mad enough to touch somethin
Yo I'm from Shaolin, Island, and ain't afraid to bust
somethin
So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse named
Trigger
It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kickin down your god damn door (and it goes a
lil somethin like this)
[Chorus:]
Fuck the world, don't ask me for
shit
And everything you get ya gotta work hard fot it
Honies shake your hips, ya don't
stop
And niggaz pack the clips, keep on
[Verse Two: Meth,
Notorious]
Verse two, comin with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin niggaz back in
I.C.U.
I'm lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew
I got connections, I'll get
that ass stuck like glue, huh
No question, I be comin down and shit
Yo I gets rugged as a
motherfuckin carpet get
And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
I
spark and they cells get warm
I'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man!
Baby accept it,
utmost respect it
(Assume the position) Stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then I
grab my Charles Dickens
Welcome to my center
Honies feel it deep in they
placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit
sewed
And when my Mac unloads
I'm guaranteed another video
Ready to die, why I act
that way?
Pop Duke left Mom Duke
The faggot took the back way
So instead of makin
hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-up
Cause hoes is irritatin like the
hic-CUPS
Excuse me, flows just grow through me
Like trees to branches
Cliffs to
avalanches
It's the praying mantis
Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfuckin rap
phenomenon, plus
(I got more glocks and techs than you)
I make it hot (Nigga won't
even stand next to you)
Nigga touch me you better bust me
tree times in the head
Or
motherfucker's dead, ya thought so
[Chorus: repeat 2X | | | |
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