Strawberry lyrics

by

Method Man


[Sample]
"I want you, you've got to, stop your storm babe" (x4)

[Verse 1: Killa Sin]
The f*ck?
Yo, somebody sent their wolf pack in their clappin' rounds
Actin' like, what a way to play these clowns
Some shady town guerrillas tryin' to lay me down
Yo maybe Brown, done set it up, who give a f*ck?
We vested up, from head to gut, them n*ggas won't get the best of us
They talk to me, silently they stalk with me
Awkwardly, till they seen my two ninas
Fiendin' let us out of these jeans, would lean'em , leave 'em
Coughin' and bleedin' even, barfin' and wheezin'
Son they- called for it, we at odds, and we gon' make it even
Burning Season long 4 keep pourin' on the heat Lord
The more beef they bring Killa, the more steak to feast off
One shot nearly took a cheek off, should've seen him leapin'
Dancin' like Ed Norton catchin' a smack from Jackie Gleason
Bloody Mooners episode 1 where weapons get spun
And those who gamble with them hammers'll surely death will become

"Get over here woman!"

[Interlude: RZA & (GZA)]
Yo, n*gga, pass the mothaf*ckin' Belvedere, n*gga
(Ain't no f*ckin' Belvedere)
What the f*ck is that? Grey Goose, n*gga?
(It's water, man, water)
Yo, where the f*ck is Tony at, man?
He in the room right here?
(Chill son, chill son, chill son
He gettin' his di*k sucked
A b*tch suckin' his di*k)
Not again, B (Damn, n*gga)
Yo, Tony! (Yo baby, chill, chill)
Yo, hold up (A b*tch suckin' his di*k)
Oh sh*t, son, she slurpin' and burpin'
(f*ck that) Listen, listen, listen, listen
(Oh sh*t he gettin' his di*k sucked)
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
Five and a half in boys (Uh-huh), ass is off the hook (word)
High school pus*y, heard you got the best nookie
Sugar walls, rocks o' love, slide right on my di*k
I'm palmin' ya ass like this while you ridin' it
I'm about to c*m boo-boo, chill for a sec
I Feel it at the tip, ma' (gushing sound), ya pus*y's too wet
One false move and I'mma blast like the very first time
Burnt you with candle wax fast while you was slobbin' mine
di*k is sensitive, you moved, baby here it is
Oh Lord, I told you not to move, you dumb broad
c*min' for days, wettin' ya cage
My di*k is like the sprinklers and maybe a douche, I'm here to save the day
Solomon was wise and I got fifty other b*tches
Some eat b*tches, some b*tches f*ck my n*ggas
Solomon was wise and I got fifty other b*tches
Some eat b*tches, some b*tches f*ck my n*ggas
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