Lyrics:
[Intro: Method Man]
Yeah... one-two, one-two, it's Big M-E-F
The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab, yo
On my way the weedspot, haha, what's
funky with the heartbeat props, y'all
(Heartbeat props!)
It's time to get busy with the heartbeat props
(We're giving heartbeat props)
I give my man
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
pussy"
I just sat back, my legs started shakin'
Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin'
I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her
Vietnam on ’em (Hey)
I got God with me, I’m a proud owner (Yah)
It could get ugly, do it in style on ’em (Hey)
You see, they don’t know about this man, like
Vietnam
Ya nahmean jersey's front court
Vietnam, I know i'm gonna talk about it
Parks is Parks for a reason
Right here? Beautiful, look
I'ma need those
Land Mine - Blew my legs off
Now I sit by - The subway station
Land mine - Blew my legs off
I ask for change - You turn your head and walk away
I
Fifteen years Le Bing Son
Fought side by side with the Americans
In the mountains and deltas of Vietnam
In '75 Saigon fell
And he left his
But, don't forget my name.
Talking:
The sounds of battle have long gone,and my comrades surround me.
I feel my life slipping away,
As I am engulfed by
Between my teeth wiki leaks
Sitcom y'all know I can't sit calm
Yo sha mello where's vietnam atomic bomb
Nuked i eat you eat
You eat I eat but dude don't get
get triggered by a sniff
Today's top fives only strengthenin' my myth
Belong on Rushmore just from chiselin' a brick
Still fightin' demons, see that
sensation
Oh my god, there is a hope
Ohio's not for lovers
It's all an undercover
Revolution built by institutions
Oh, uh huh
they took a lot of green
niggas on the front line
But when it comes to gettin' ahead, they put us way behind
I ain't gettin' my leg shot off
While Bush old ass on t.v. playin'
America
Be a soldier, what for?
They puttin' niggas on the front line
But when it comes to gettin' ahead, they put us way behind
I ain't gettin' my leg shot
line
While sipping on
Some homemade wine
That's who he is
And what he does
He's just like us
My Dad's got
A crippled hand
A casualty of Vietnam
waste from the filthy war in Vietnam. And were persecuted and finally forced to seek refuge in another country. Wow. Sounds like a ballad to me, oh man.
carryin' out the slaughter
Picture your daughter on State's for a quarter
My old Uncle Sam fought in the war of Vietnam
Got caught with napalm
Somewhere in Vietnam a 19-year-old soldier walked out of a barroom
And he said I must be seeing things that bourbon hit me like a baseball bat
In
Here I go again ready to flow again
Better hold my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical can't keep
mine out
Fuck it, you only live once you might as well die now
It's only fair to warn
I was born with a set of horns
And metaphors attached to my
my palm
I'ma fuck you up, like the United States got by Vietnam
I go...
Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off
Yes it's coming back to me
you and that ho, got a cap for each
Nigga fucking with my cash flow.
Pid cap, be love cap pid,
Because in the neighborhood
Cause still kill
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
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