Meth V.S. Chef Part II lyrics

by

Method Man


Yo, blow my nose for me, man
Word up, man (f*ck them)
Spit in your mouth, p*ss on your b*tch
We them wrist getters, everything real bout this, duke
You f*cking with them n*ggas that's splashed up, slave master's master
Dumb move, blast your sl*t
We want it all, living in Persia, burn something
Snow White rose, bulldog ershkama
Yo take that, drive that around the corner
Yeah, sh*t on your crew, n*gga, it's Wu
Rap athletes, the trap sheet bigger than you
If you ask me, the Cash Rule
n*gga, eat that pus*y, you cat food
I sneeze on the track, get at you
I'm sick in the head, I'm getting some head
If she ain't bout getting some bread, don't get in this bed
Real talk, mami, you gotta bounce
Wild like Indians, Al Capone-ians
Not from Chicago, my gun named Margo
It's only when we in beef, we humble in deep
Might kill four-five n*ggas, die in my sleep
I argue though, who the best, we hardly know
I came through in the S, wash me, yo
Yo, yo, do that for me, go around that car
n*ggas, digging they nose, and digging they ass
When I got chips, can't none of ya'll dig in my bag
I pop sh*t, my killas is black, I got chicks that got chicks
My real world realer than rap
I'm hot, b*tch, material, Meth, beyond lyrical
Wake up every morning eat that Captain Crunch cereal
That's that sh*t right there
di*k game super, grupa fish, Cris' Krug' lottos
I'm a bring it back, one wish
Fresh to death, I'm always, always Rae in the hallways
Yeah, always stay
Ya'll rappers gon' feel my pain, but the other way around
When it's going down, I'm gon' rain
That's my chair, n*gga, get the f*ck out of it
Yo, f*ck you, pay me, if Dirt Dog could see me now
He'd probably say "F*ck you, pay me"
Blowing smoke clouds, sh*t's crazy
Doorag your dome, get wavy, rap ain't done sh*t for me lately
It's ass backwards, this game trynna play me
I bet this never happens to Jay-Z
Get money, f*ck them haters, real talk
Pay me, play me, weigh he, just the right measurement
This may happen in a day, G
I'm a keep it real, for real G's, n*ggas is lame
Industry pussies, we can't feel these
Regardless that I'm paid in flossy, rich in the mind
I do this for the nine n*ggas who forced me
Ya'll n*ggas is playing me, man
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