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| Artist: Method Man f/ Streetlife Album: The Nutty Professor II: The Klumps O.S.T. Song: Even If Typed by: jannepar@dlc.fi, Masta10304@hotmail.com [Method Man] Yo, come on Even if I got a thousand depths, when I resurrect I still be Meth, the Jam's will still be Def, I'm here Me and this micphone be here And ain't tryin to hear nothing, cuz we had it up to here Lyrics have no dress code, from KRS to the Depeche Mode Kid, I'm so cool, you catch cold And then jump off, MZA 'bout to jump off My niggas speak with their hands, or the gun talks Yo RZA, we got the Clan in da Front And police at the door, every exit is laced with C4 About to blow, like trial I'm past foul MC's is like bitches in thongs, they're assed out But me, the M-E-T-H the O-D, just too real I can't be touched, and can't feeled The manotony in rap, take a picture of my nutsack Carbon copy that, and send it thru a fax, motherfucker [Chorus: Method Man, (Streetlife)] It's Tical, showin and prove Wu-Tang style Turn it up load, got 'em fucked up now (Spit flame), five mics, (peep game), on sight (Bring the pain), all night, (off the chain), damn right "It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth" -> from "Protect Ya Neck" "Ticallion, hmmm" -> from "Shadowboxin" Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, come on [Method Man] Even if I got a thousand depths, when I resurrect Thru my first born, my name lives on My words is like a 3rd degree The young MC's buzz worthy on your MTV, the Killa Bee John Jacob, straight up, break up schemes and plots Ace up my sleeve, bake up pies and pots So this is what it's come to, huh? Lickin shots at them kids that used to punk you, huh? Repititious rap shit don't get no airplay in my whip And niggas can't smoke with dry lips, so chapped, bite my shit I'm like Cojack, to get my flow back and fold flat, I track you down like a low Jack Spy vs. Spy, eye for an eye, can I penalize the uncivilized? Make 'em civilized, you know right from wrong, so know I'm the bomb Who don't be for piece see the track symbionte, motherfucker [Chorus] "It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth" "Ticallion, hmmm" "It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth" "Ticallion, hmmm" "It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth" "Ticallion, hmmm" [Method Man] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, come on |
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