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chick 
Big chips 
It's lit 
Wrist lit 
Mixed chick
Big lips 
Ima give her big dick 
First I'm bout hit this
Y'all about witness 
Some special shit 
That

Stripped of life

Thirty years of the same old shit
(of rock and roll ignorance)
Of music, of money of hit after hit
From blue swede shoes and back

As I remember, It was jah lit
Method Man an Red, on some how high shit
Yea, old pics not in high res
They don't do 'em justice youngin, we did not rest

Phone ring, no ID
It’s bad timing, you’ve been missing had no idea

Same shit, different place
Floating all in space
Usually I erase the times but that’s

Doin it everyday yeah gettin paid
Sippin on a drink so dark im faded
Feelin like a star, in the sky, gettin high
Rollin up a blunt yeah that shit fat

the same shit different weekend
And I'm getting bored
So are you
And one of these times I swear you're gonna say
That we're through
And just when I think I

N 2 Gether Now

Method Man

Live and Unreleased from Farmclub.com

throw slugs
And take another life in cold blood, can't feel me 'til it's your blood

Murder rates tremendous, crime is endless
Same shit different

truck
Big dawg, bossed up on my ex, she a dub
Same pain in my eyes, through the tears I'm a thug
I'mma turn up my city, swear this shit got me too lit
Old

feelin lit
When I’m around She put it down 
Sell my soul not for this shit
Ima go off just for a bit

Yeah

Can’t drink all day if you don’t start in

top, ayy)
'64 side to side, it bounce, ribbit (ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, ayy)
Rapping shit we live, we been did it (been, been, ayy)
Mix and match my

Hol' up, 'nother day
Roll a blunt and smoke the pain away
I just feel the fucking same
This shit ain't no fucking game
Realize we are not the same

Bottom shelf niggas sending shots, Im still standing when they clear the smoke
Oh no, you a rerun episode
Same shit, different day, I knew I seen this

Changing up the code
What I'm living like
A lil spice here and there
She tell me all the shìt she like

Playing by some Different rules
Got it with some

travelin' different parts of the city
My niggas with me
I've been goin' threw a lot of shit thankfully that they feel me
Time passin' by but never when I'm

states.
Ive acted like a fuck wit burnt some bridges long the way.  
Years go by and i dunno why you still feel the same.
Maybe you’re just crazy or just

and you replied the same
Let's meet tonight down by the cove 
Where ghosts of Summer blaze

Scattering sun 
Up on the lakes
Below your hat brim
Across you

Bossing
Saucing 
Flossing

Bossing
Saucing 
Flossing

Bossing
Saucing
Yeah yeah!
Yeah!

Bankroll
Bankroll 
Bankroll 
It's lit!
Boss up
Sauce up
Floss

a Second
Without someone saying
You should do the same shit
You should use your fucking Brain
I been used to hearing lame Shit
Choose a fucking lane
Make

The streets all I know, so I hustle till I win
Guaranteed by the week, having drinks oh we lit
I do this my nigga, on some Real Hood Shit

Dive
Fuckin' rappin', bang bang bang skeet skeet swerve
Six different flows, and this the same verse
Cop me vert, roll me some purp
Sip me some purp,

Life of the party we been lit 
A group of fly young misfits 
You could tell by our outfits 
Nobody fuckin with the clique 

Im just riding down 285 with

bhakis and red T-shirt
Oh you got nerve
What you serve with this gangsta shit
I stay lit off the Thunderbird, Cadillac
Gettin' serve
Niggas know the 84

Get a little bit of drink poured in your cup little bit of weed load in my bowl little bit of ice all on my neck little bit of dreams watch me unfold

of caffeine
Same humdrum procrastination routine

Cycling through each topic, one by one
End of the day, feel low, like I know no-one
What’s there to say?