(Lemme tell you now)
I came to bring the pain
Hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental
Based on instrumental
Records, hey so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the king
But niggaz is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream
Check it
Just how deep can shit get-get
Deeper than your fists
And brothers is mad, pissed
Accept it
In your cross color
Clothes are crossed over
Now ya totally crossed out
And Kriss kross
Who da boss?
Niggaz get tossed to da side
And I'm the dark side of the force
Of course
It's the method ohh
From the Wu-tang ohh
I be hectic
And comin' for that headpiece
Protect it
Fuck it
Two tears in a bucket
Niggaz want the ruckus?
Yo, bust it at me, son
Now bust it
Styles
I get buck wild, Method man
On some shit, fuckin' niggaz
Foul, son, I'm sick
Insane crazy
Drivin' miss daisy
How the fuck am I?
Now I got mine, I'm swayze
Is it real, son?
Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real, son
Lemme know it's real
Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
If it's really real
When I was a little stereo
I used to be the champion
Oh oh oh
I always wonder
When I will be the number one
Hey hey hey
And now you listen to me, Dacron Dacron
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And all you niggaz come and test me, test me
I'm gonna lick out your brains
Mothers wanna hang with the meth,
Bring the rope
'cause the only way you hang is by the neck
Nigga, bump off a set
Comin' through all your projects
Take it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise
Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit
You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it
And it'll get even worse
Word to God, it's the Wu
Comin' through, takin' niggaz 'fore they're
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Movin' to your left
I came to represent
And carve my name within your chest
You can come test
Realize it's no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor
Lovin' all those goddamn monkey rhymes galore
Check it, 'cause I think not when it's hip hop like proper
Rhymes be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka
No OJ
No, no straw
When you give it to me, yeah
Give it to me raw
I burn
Give it to me raw
I burn
Chest hair
I don't need no chemical blow to pull no ho, no
All I need is chemical bank to pay her up
Is it real, son?
Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real, son
Lemme know it's
One, two, three, four
Kill one
Fuck it up and kill one
Fuck it up and kill one
Lemme know it's real
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