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| Big Dogs - Method Man Author: mike@beaver.murtari.com Redman- Def Squad, Wu Tang *laugh* (check it, check it out) Method Man and Redman- *Redman in brackets* [Yo yo Method Man, yo yo Iron Lungs] [Call us gorillas in the myst] [Raunchy vocalist] Your code name [Doc] [Whats yo' name] Hot Nix Who them slick kids puffin that shit holdin they dicks [Yo them same two drivin yo whip fuckin yo bitch] Hold me down son [Yo, I hold you down with the pound] You got a lot of buiscits [Ayo but where they at now?] Diggy down yo we resevior dogs, you puppy chow-chow Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin it now-now [Yo we bring the beef to you, infest it with the mad cow] Disease [We set to load] Cock and squeeze [Booya!] We too hard to hold off [One arm slam ya like Nicoli Volkov] When i dip dip dappa [dappa] The anti-socializa [liza] Everything be ice cream from _?_ [We rock ya, knock ya fuckin whole team off the roster] [Starting lineup, Iron Lung] The funk docta Method Man- Johnny blaze the ghost rider [uh] Ghost stories by the campfire [uh] The night breed [vampire!] Duckin from the head rushin [uh] Wu Tang production Precussions bringin reprecussions I hold my mike sideways bustin [bustin] Another one bites the dust and Cardiac arrest Clutchin your chest suckin your last breath In awe, period meth Nigga, dyin from papercuts, Bleedin to death Down these mean streets johnny quest [uh] From ASCAP to NASDAQ Get that money sack [uh] These habitats aint no place to raise family at [family at] These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats So watch you back when you come to the slum There aint nowhere to run from the iron lizard lung Blazes on stunts I be dippin in the sun My plates bear no one My uzi weighs a ton [Word up] Redman- Pon Cocked The don juan doc Send crews back to the shoe shine box Connect the dots My description Black mel Yellow da mellow I make it hard for mc's to run neck and elbow With d-o Penal code We both to duck when he hear the bike Wit the squeaky clutch Swallow this hard act to follow You could parachute off my slang and use my rhymes to toggle I'm tense, so smooth i cant be fingerprinted I stomp harder in slow motion Yo fuck your appluad Bitches still rush me like they rushed the store Before the soul train award Incorporate a law Whoever aint raw get they hand chopped By jamal with the wu sword [whoo-ee!] My crew specializin Snakin yo bitch Robbin you while you on the floor Shakin your shit I'm doin me now i'll do you [Yo who you?] Doc I bomb shit through the conflicts crucial I be da black el nino I mean yo I'm supreme like the team show With the pay to cream fo [To see you sit down?] Yo, na we get the fuck up [And leave the one you wit] Then take off of usher Thats right, six double oh with chrome pipes U.S. marshals out to pen us up like Snipes [Throw it in drive] Fuck takin me and meth alive! [Yo, you look that-a-way] You look out the other side! Artist: Method Man featuring RZA, Inspectah Deck, Street Thug, Carlton Fisk Album: Tical Song: Mr. Sandman Intro: RZA (singing by Blue Raspberry) *bees buzzing* *man screaming in torture* This is... (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) Serious, the craziest ... d-da, (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) day-da Danger, dangerous... style Verse One: RZA Lyrical shots from the glock bust bullet holes on the chops, I want the number one spot With the science, of a giant New York defiant, brutal like domestic violence Silence of the Lambs, o-ccured when I slammed in Foes grab their chairs, to be mad as Ralph Cramden Others come with shit, as silly as Art Carney But my Tetley triplizes, more kids than Barney Never need for stress there's three bags of sess a damn I rest, playing chess, yes My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn When you ain't lookin, I take the queen, with the rook then I get vexed, layin phat trax on Ampex Morphous God, gettin drunk, off a Triple X Violent time, I got more love than valentines The violent mind, I blast with a silent nine Verse Two: Inspectah Deck My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support short Brains get stained like tablecloths when I let off Powerful, poetry pushed past the point of no return Leavin mics with third-degree burns Let me at 'em, I cramp your style like a spasm Track em through the mud then I bag em We're screaming hardcore, hip-hop drips out my balls and I be raw, for four score plus seven more I strike like a bowling ball, holding y'all hostage like hail, electrifying the third rail Peep the smash on paragraphs of ruckus Wu-Tang (Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck wit) Verse Three: Method Man Hot time, summer in the city My people represent, get busy The heat-seeker, on a mission from hell's kitchen I gets in where I fits in for head-touchin, listen Enemy, is the industry got me flippin I don't give a fuck tell that bitch and a nigga I'm killin, snipin, catchin murder cases Desert Storm-in, I be searchin for oasis As I run a mile with a racist Pullin, swords, hit the Billboard with a bullet Peace to the number seven Everybody else get the fo'-nine-three-eleven (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) I don't know what's going on if you can take us there... Verse Four: Street Thug Yo, watch me bang the headpiece there's no survival My flow lights up the block like a homicidal murder, underground beef for the burger P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of I switch, the city never sleeps, life's a bitch I shit, runnin through bitches like Emmitt Smith Caution, niggaz best to be careful crossin the street, before they end up layin in a coffin Don't sleep, niggaz tend to forget, however Peep this -- my nigga Case lives forever Verse Five: Carlton Fisk What evil lurks in the heart of men? It be the shadow, street-life, flowin again I had a plot, scheme, I knew for sure Only one kid would knock the hinges off the door The jerk tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck Thirteen pounds on the table plus a tec Just when I said, "Where the fuck's the cream?" Another jerk came out the kitchen with the M-16 He tried to cock it, blast these shots like, rockets Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket My move for the table was swift, I got my hostage (The nigga tried to stab you God!) but I dodged it Niggaz said, "Carlton youse a ill motherfucker" Cause I made it look like they both killed each other And I'm out (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) (Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream) |
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