Method Man
don carleone
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We in the club, got these niggas face sick, grab the medicine We them niggas with the light, Thomas Edison I can't hit the stage without my fye bro brought the metal in This choppa make em rock and roll like heavy metal bands Beat his ass with brass knuckles, I got metal hands Still keep that ruger on my side, that's my better man Coulda easily been a ghost, god had better plans Every nigga with me got a strap like the Taliban Good dick and I spend, baby tell a friend He got a stitch for tattletaling, he won't tell again Ten racks for one show, shit just tell me when I ain't have the keys, I kick the door, bro im headed in Blue Glock, red Beam, like I'm Mega man How the hell he hate me i ain't never even met the man My niggas stay with the sauce, call him method man Sco pop the trunk, grab the chop like He Jackie Chan So I'm Chris Tucker, that's yo bitch Tucker Diamonds on my neck, I might go and let my wrist f*ck her Up the price on they ass and make em feel that Only nigga that can coach me is Phil Jack Feel like Jordan when he came back for that fourth ring I been knocking shit down, fucking hoes since 14 All this pain in my body, man I need some morphine All these drugs coming in, what that mean need morphine Yeah, count the money in bed Niggas looking for the crumbs, I'm looking for bread Niggas looking in the past, I'm looking ahead Niggas talking to the feds, I'm shaking my head Oh that's don on the stage, I'm shaking my dreads Only put an inch in that bitch, she's shaking her legs Hope our daddy ain't upstairs cause I'm shaking the bed Drop down on your knees, I find pleasure in making her beg Bitch choke ,I get pleasure in making her gag Bitch broke, shaking ass, ain't making a bag Fucked a opp, baby mama, I'm making em mad Little bitch went to be a stripper, I'm blaming her dad Pull up in a Rolls, had to cut the top off, whip like amber rose If it make it in my hands, then it's getting sold Used to cell nicks on trap phones, damn I'm getting old Damn I used to trap on the nextels, hit the block tryna make my next sales If my tape don't blow, I feel like the next will If you make it out your hill, you fortunate like Maxwell, look Blue Glock, red beam like I'm Mega Man How the hell he hate me, I ain't met the man My niggas stay with the sauce, call him method man Sco pop the trunk, grab the chop like he Jackie Chan You told me to come out this bitch, you said we gonna have a good-ass time, nigga Nigga, it was a good time at first, but shit, I ain't think shit was gonna happen like that Shit, if any nigga woulda jumped stupid, nigga, nigga woulda got his ass beating that bitch Man, f*ck them niggas, man Hey, hold on, wait up That's them niggas right there Oh, shit, hold on, go, go, go, go, go
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