| [Method Man] I get drunk off of cheap wine and hold frontline Niggas wanna front, fine Fuck with me and mine Rain on your sunshine Swine niggas comin hard as a pork rind Can you dig it, only five percent live it While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it Who the Stallion, half of y'all need to quit it Frontin hard and be soft as a cotton knit No balls at all, if you do son then 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 zone it's Tical want to get stoned Throw your hands in the air and puff a Meth bone Did you ever get the feeling for that phat shit Somethin different from that R&B and rap shit Well here it come from the gums of the one, I amaze I fire in the sky, peep me now, Johnny Blaze Check it, my mind's on the rhyme, ain't a damn thing funny Get money, blaze with resent, kill the fraudulent Fucker givin me the grill Nowadays everybody tryin to keep it real 4th Disciple hit me with that 30/30 rifle Beats from the streets mega-trifle Rap gymnastics, flippin from the cradle to the casket Take another pull, fantastic It's the Method not the Plastic Man Comin down like hourglass sands, check the tactic Flow PLO, PLO now you know The ultimate and rhyme legittin Peep the counterfeittin or get snake bitten Doped up with deadly venom, Johnny Blaze get up in em Lay em out like Lee did em, can you dig it Can a brother eat, can I live it Gets no deeper, whoever ... |
