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| Artist: Method Man Album: Tical Song: Tical Intro/Chorus: What's that shit that they be smokin'? (tical, tical, tical) Pass it over here (tical, tical, tical) What's that shit they they be smokin'? (tical, tical, tical) Pass it over here (tical, tical, tical) Verse One: Check it, I got styles, all of em sick Niggas ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kick I make 'em shit about the pow, or breaks the show He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, see And I'm a grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky Method Man on some shit, niggas call me the fly Cause my style dates back to hoppin turnstyles Make 'em fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll Get some beer on the double and you're blasted I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble, Ya BASTARD! Check the wicked flows that I crafted Not another deadly venom style to be mastered By a psychopathic, way beyond an average Joe, with a hellified flow, there ya have it Chorus One two, uh, one two one two One two, uh, one two one two One two, uh, one two one two Check it out Verse Two: What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit that we got is to stay high, no question Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin When brothers start wettin everything in ya section Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that Do that, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up Is there a fuckin snake in my garden? Starvin for a rap treat, steppin on my feet Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody Goddamn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs I be sprayin, brother with words Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM Chorus |
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