Bring the Pain
Method Man, Kenny "Dope" Gonzalez
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Basically, can't f*ck with me I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental's based on instrumental Records hey so I can write monumental Methods, I'm not the King But niggas is decaf I stick 'em for the cream Check it just how deep can shit get Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it In your Cross Color clothes you've crossed over Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross Who the boss? Niggas get tossed to the side And I'm the dark side of the Force Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan I be hectic, and coming for the head piece protect it F*ck it, two tears in a bucket, niggas want the ruckus Bustin' at me bruh, now bust it Styles, I gets buckwild Method Man on some shit, pulling niggas files I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin' Miss Daisy Out her fuckin' mind now I got mine I'm Swayze [Chorus:] Is it real son, is it really real son Let me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal son, if it's really real And when I was a lil' stereo (Stereo) I listened to some champion (Champion) I always wondered (Wondered) Will now I be the number one (Tical hahaha) Now you listen to the Gargon (Gargon) And the Gargon summary And any man dat come test me (Test me) Me gwanna lick out them brains (It's like that) Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope The only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke Off the set comin' to your projects Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit And it's gonna get even worse word to God It's the Wu comin' through sickin niggaz for they garments Movin' on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth Came to represent and carve my name in your chest You can come test realize you're no contest Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West Quick on the draw with my hands on the four Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns Enough to give my chest hairs a perm I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo' What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style Word up we be hazardous Northern spicy brown mustard hoes We have to stick you [Chorus] I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' cut your kneecaps off And make you kneel in some staircase piss I'll fuckin', cut your eyelids off And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills You motherfuckers (So) So f*ck the hoe F*ck the hoe (Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin')
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Written by: Carlton Ridenhour, Clifford Smith, Gary Rinaldo, Hank Shocklee, Robert Diggs
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