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Damn, I hate it when it rain. Ever since I came in the game. Some hated on the fame. A lot of niggas done changed. And started actin' strange. Even labels turning they backs. And started backing
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Damn, yo, yo. Woke up in the morning, like ten a. m. Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin. Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin Yo, Meth, the mailman. Yo, ghost, let him in. W
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Yeah, uh, heh, heh. That's Shadowboxing. Yo It's that Blackout, spazzed out, G-String divas. Leave you a**** out, passed out, it's cold. Pack your h*** u*, blow your back out. You bad mouth, make
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In order to keep the broad. You're gonna have to not do it to her body. You got to do it to her mind man
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Intro Method Man. Yo. Aww shhhhhhiiiiiiit!. . Hook Method Man. My niggaz, how we do it? You know it like a poet, baby doll. Break through it, you know it like a poet, baby doll. I spit, chew
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paint a scene that you can all picture. You going in? Well, let me walk with cha. It's Method Man, but for short Mr. , Mef. (Konichiwa bi*ches) N. Y. C. , is all I see, O. D. B. , n****, R. I. P
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You don't want no problems, problems. You don't want no problems, problems Yeah, real man with ya stinking ass. Come on, that's my nigga right there, let's do it. Never count me out, nigga, just co
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This goes out. To all the big head niggaz. And all them big head bitches. You know my steez-o Yo, yo, yo, yo. Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic. So you can't see the topic, conditio
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{Ladies and gentlemen, I am your host Claude Den. We are alive in times where in New York City. And we are approaching the final seconds of 1999. {Ladies and gentlemen, the millennium is on its way
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K one We both know that our love will grow. And forever will be you and me Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only. That don't fuss or * around on me or leave me lonely. Not just a ho
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Ooh! We have returned. Yeah, show you how to flow again. (Show you how to flow again). It's the rap rule again yo, yo Street, Meth, we ride like AC and OJ. (That niggaz crazy!). I runs up on you
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First they dropped the bomb. Then came the disease. Then death. This is our world. Your world, my world. I like this world Yo, on foreign land keep your toast up, hot rocks. Catch a close up you
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Fall out! S. i. (rockin' it) 'n'. y. (rockin' it). * we stay poppin' it, 4-5 rockin' it. Game stay on top of it, lame, just the opposite. It's no thang, when I "bring the pain" ain't no stopping
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Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive. Mr. Meth, you're so Def. You put them other M. C. 's out to rest and they test. But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's
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man?! I mean god. Damn how long is it going to take one nigga to make another album, I. Mean come on I'm sittin here scratching my balls, dog I'm thirsty, I got. A big cup of Method Man lemon aid
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Uh, yeah, y'all, guess whose back?. Heh, cauli' flavored, momma crack. Yeah, yeah, Scott Storch, Mr. M E F. Know what I said, black people don't use the T-H. Yo, yo, yo Guess who back though, cra
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Stop look and listen, guess who coming up?. And y'all was dumb enough to think that Method's number's up. Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks. Can sum it up, I give my money up
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I silver surf the city circuits forever lurkin' on the street surface. I spit blood for blood verses. Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land. One man'll body slam Def Jam Focus your headc
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(Method Man). I'm the * the total package like Lex Luger. Pull a sting like a yellow jacket makin manuevers. Through the slums nigga Iron Lung ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to my torture
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Aiyo, Tical?. What up, fam?. You know Busta-Bust had to come see you. God, it's good to see you, God. Good too see you too, God. Let's take the streets for a little ride. Okay, we ridin' high.
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Uh that's right, oh yeah. Back with some nasty *, right there. Nasty, nasty nasty girl, nasty girl, baby come on. Think you a nasty girl, yea Pretty young thing like to bone. And she hate to spend
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You know. Through bein humbles. Tru mast' on da track like that y'know?. Been in this rap game for like the past. Four bullets now, y'know?. Doin' bids, yea yea. I done peeped a lotta cats come
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Yeah, that's right everybody get some act right Aww *, Ya know the name. Who flip flows like chessboards, there go the games. I'm drugs to the brain. Even on the 14th of February I ain't got no lov
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Come on, take it back, 70's style. I'll do anything. All y'all old school studio 54ers. That's my word. There's nothing in the world that I won't do. I'll give my world to you if you want me to.
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There, there, one more game. Yo, uh huh, uh huh, star Surround sounder, blunt smokin', Remy downer. Hip-hop sizzar slingin' my raw in your flounder. You get skidawed, undertakin', undergrounders.
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Come on, come on, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. (Come on ride in my rodeo, come on ride in my rodeo). This one of another one of them nasty M. E. F. joints. Come on, come on, come on. (Come on ride in
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You and I, 'til the day we die Yo, yo, ex-girlfriend, how you been?. I see you still tryin' to * with up a women, men. Remember when I first met you in my cousin's house. A week later we was fuckin
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Three young cats strapped with gats decided to ride out one night. The in-flight drug used to induce, the hindsight was dust. The moonlight was robust but they couldn't see the beauty in it. Their
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. Method Man, yeah, I like that
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Uh huh, no ID. It's another one right here. I love women. Know why, 'cause they love me back. Come on, come on, come on. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, come on, come on. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo, y
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legal, what's so bad anyway. What's so bad about feeling good?. There's nothing wrong with blowing crack, yea!). . Method Man. Yo, stop, look & listen, guess who coming up?. And y'all was dumb
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Featuring Street Life. Method Man. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo. Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo. All them real live motherfuckin niggaz step up front right now. Its goin down. One love to Long Island
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Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas. Engineer that, sick ass high 7. Just a trouble on my ting-ting. Raider Ruckus. Doc no. More killa death trap. Engineer that. We're back. Heavy artillery. S
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Intro sample (Method Man). "Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah). Method Man. It's Meth, back on that old *. Pick my hos with the same finger I pick my nose with. These flows get hotter than most
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Yeah, one, two, one, two, it's Big M E F. The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab, yo. On my way the w***spot, what's good?. What's hood? Staten Island Advance. Big up to my man Magic down in
