Killin’ Fields lyrics

[Skit]

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Method Man]
Shoes full of dirt, kicking sand on your works
Something gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse
Live in concert, kids coming out their shirts
I'm hyped now, jumping in the crowd, feet first
Meant it when I said it, lungs bring the pain son
Without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic
Needing help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickel
Bust back take 'em with you, survival of the fittest
And the world out to get us, I feel it in my bones
I can feel it in my testosterone when it's on
Stat' bring it back, hard rap for you pus*ycat
Cognac, off the meat rack, where the pus*y at?
Johnny, got these n*ggas mad at they mommy
Jumping on my hard salami, say what you like
In the heat of the night, I crash individuals
Splash on the mic airtight with the lyrical

[Chorus: Cho-Flo & Method Man]
n*gga run with it, have fun with it
Blow your gun with it and be done with it
Welcome to the killing field where Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie n*ggas going through changes
[Verse 2: Method Man]
It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend
Of herbs and spices on mic devices, murder men
Make 'em mices I recommend, something that's priceless
For you rap hooligans, claiming you nicest
Call it what you like kid
You can even call a psychic for all I care, still ain't got a prayer
Amongst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini
Word to Bad Bird that f*cked nerds in bikinis
I observe lyrical flares, you being served from the gizzard
Plucking your nerves with nouns and verbs
From the ghetto to the suburbs, I must be heard
n*ggas get what n*ggas deserve
You can put that on my Clan logo, Wu-Tang group or solo
Bloody up my next promo
With the blood of the next bozo, clown-ass n*ggas be loco
Puffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoa

[Chorus: Cho-Flo & Method Man]
n*gga run with it, have fun with it
Blow your gun with it, and be done with it
Welcome to the killing field where Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie n*ggas going through changes

[Verse 3: Method Man]
sh*t be hot in the kettle pot
Twisted metal bust shot 'til the beef settle, forget me not
City nights get a n*gga hype, scarring lights
Send 'em back, now we Poltergeist, Ghost tell 'em
Who the number the one rap host? Huh?
Verbal overdose leave em comatose, huh?
The n*gga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickel
Bust back and take 'em with you, eye for eye
Never lie, crossing my heart, hoping you die
Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired
I'm off the meat rack, quick to react, my n*ggas need that
They need gats, c*cking heat back, be out like Freejack
The heat's on, you think one-eight, and Johnny's blamed
Who that n*gga burn biscuits, and spit flame
Leave no witness, in the fast lane with shady b*tches
That only want me for my riches, I know your steez
Terror fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees
From this ravenous, MCs be yapping
Meth be the co-captain, on Def Jam's that's close captioned
For hearing impaired, to get a share, now what's happening
Money to share, that's why we here
And y'all acting like we can't eat like y'all eat
Now we scrapping, out in the street
I know your crew's hardheaded motherf*ckers and I'm just like you
[Chorus: Cho-Flo & Method Man]
n*gga run with it, have fun with it
Blow your gun with it, and be done with it
Welcome to the killing field where Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie n*ggas going through changes
Welcome to the killing field, where Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie n*ggas, going through changes

[Outro: Method Man]
I been in the ghetto all my life
I swore to take that b*tch for better or for worse, yaknowhatI'msayin?
That's for life n*gga y'know? Til death do us part..