Lyrics:
Intro Part One: Method Man
Yeahhh, torture motherfucker what?
[Torture nigga what?]
What?
I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost
with
again it's the warmhearted yet cold blooded cat with the baritone ya girls loving and flows flooded with gold nuggets
This concrete maze I rose from it by
with complications
Too in to be losin' money, too old to be time wastin'
Man, people that don't even listen to rap still buy my tape
Only Beats By
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
man, rich man's fool
Rich man, rich man never have dirty hands
Never hold a plow that's turnin' his land
Poor man holds it day by day
Did they make
stomach hurt
Bad bitch R. Kelly I'm making her flirt
And that bitch so stupid she get on my nerves
And I feel like this night is gon' end in a hearse
But I
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
if you like, too bad your girl don't miss ya
Things done changed for a nigga, 'cah before man I used to be the victim
Now I hop out the four by
of me and can't see my booty(Ya)
I just can't help it, my rappin' skills are very good it
I don't wanna have some bad luck around all the time
With it,
to the blessings that he granted you"
Waitin' by this phone
Better days are comin', I know
You've been gone so long
But one day you'll be home again
Just
waste all your precious time
Italian movies and Portuguese wine
Little round bottles all in a row
You're an unclean man in a dirty chateau
Well
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
headie (That way, that way)
Far from petty, gang slid on the L and got R, not Kelly (Woi, woi)
Swish or dunk on punks, man get real close, I don't know
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low
I'm a flirt and when she's with her man
Looking at me damn right, i'm a flirt
So homie don't bring your girl
like a gorilla straight up out the damn wood
As I a kid man I used to play tug of war, now I grab chicks
By the hair and play rug a war. I'm a king baby
Journey of a thousand miles
One step, right leg
Next step, left leg
Bit by bit we are getting there
Even for sleep I dey chase moolah
Big bags, big
Finally, I got myself a partner, now
Yeah
But old Ray, wouldn't you know
Mm-hm, somthing musta happened bad
Some man said, "You got my
I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
ass shaking like jelly
I can love you for free like my name was akinyele
Take you to the crib twelve play like r kelly
Mess around we gotta dilemma
by taking the risks
I made sure we brought that suttin'
You man are on thin ice with all that ducking
Lord almighty, I check the scoreboard nightly
citizens are intelligent
Reading out testament are we tested men
By the whole father holy father
Be a better man clean the blood stains
Order the number
version of me
They looked down on small town folks
Packed my shit up, moved to Amsterdam all by myself
Tough times, so I turned to the scripture to ask
God
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
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