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Method Man Miscellaneous Fuck Them [Method Man:] Yo, yo, yo, yo Fuck you [Chorus: 2x] What you wanna be when you grow up You wanna be thugs You wanna be pranksters You wanna sell drugs You wanna be gangsters Thats what silly boys are made of [Raekwon:] Aiyyo, aiyyo Cool G's and forty seven flavors Display swade gators We comin through To blaze neighbors Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark A dutch spark it Lex Leonardo arts profit Apple cranberry mixed with crystal Fan worry Desert mountain crib in the ground We arsonists One point five a liter Take a taste Splash your heater Smack your face twice Clap your sneakers Shit is like a mission to Mars Fishin' for bars Takin' whats ours Knowledge the car Pa Dont be stupid Get a little cash Better swoop it Throw it in the ground and recoup it Next check was best Your family pack your shit Get vexed Leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves Some niggas catch on later Try to put them on they haters I met eighty of them niggas yo Waitin' on the sidelines droolin' Some need schoolin' Let me teach yo And roll a student what Rule one Yo respect if you lose son Dont be big back about to learn to move dunn All hell to niggas in jails With sharks in they fishtanks Now he come home he a whale Wolves in the projo's, projo's yo We realer up in my shows yo Middle finger five O's Take time to climb vines yo Lay on the lines Like Laury only lovin' Rae kind Sun splash cash layin like three bags of hash Fully wrapped in a indian man's stash [Method Man:] Aiyyo [Chorus: 2x] [Raekwon:] Aiyyo, get up Lex should be braggin' Get it up Fuck shorty got cream in a mean truck Prop-ness she hollar like the Loch Ness He large rock this Fresh Ferrari in a drop six Fro's Yo talkin about the dough on his clothes Glaze is crushed up pokin on rolls yo Oh yeah and maybe gettin' cream See what I mean black queen Stop actin' like crack fiends an' Brawl we wanna thank all of y'all Play the wall hype Checkin how this lady walks stay hawkin' Grab the remain, divorce (Uh) Shame came to yours We like green Rock the same gameplan, ours (Yo, Yo) [Method Man:] Ladies and gentlemen Your about to see A pastime hobby about to be Takin' to the next degree By M-E-TH and the bloody Chef Boyardee Watch out bitches is too nosey Backhand slappin' the phoney Got to walk it off can't mosey Who got you open up Crack pipe still smokin' Face frozen Coke straw stickin' out your nose and D Proposin' that you bleed on the Chef apron My thing hold down the play-pen And say the nursery rhymes they makin Come on now Shits too real Fuck you and now your man feel Time don't stand still for y'all bitches Wanna Big Ball I got two for you to juggle in your jizzals Im losin' it now Throw in the pieces like a jig-saw Aiyyo She multi-colored like a rainbow Mr. Meth and the Cuban Link kiddo On tracks we connect, politic ditto Take that to that [Chorus: 2x] |
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