[Intro: Method Man]
Yo... aww shhhhhhiiiiiiit!
[Hook: Method Man]
My niggaz, how we do it? You know it like a poet, baby doll
Break through it, you know it like a poet, baby doll
I spit, chew it, you know it like a poet, baby doll
Get in the music, you know it like a poet, baby doll
[Method Man]
If you don t know, you better, ask somebody who I be
On land, air, or sea, I don t need No I.D
Once again, let s get under their skins like I.V. s
Or Roman numerals fours (IV s) who we doin the score
I got a shoe in the door, nothin new anymore
Ya ll got love for me? I got love for you and yours
Tical Part 0, my friend, rappers is fightin
Like Tyson, when nothin else work I ll start bitin
My shit, and his shit, I m hopin it end
I live my life like a lotto ticket, hopin it win
Purple haze got me chokin again, open again
I m what s crackin , like your mamma smokin again
[Chorus: Method Man]
If you see a model, then you might see me follow
Rubbin her thighs like Aladdin rub the Genie bottle
Back for another swallow, Method, you know my motto:
"Ya ll might just win today, but I ll be back tomorrow"
[Method Man]
Ya ll tryin to get me started
Who on the short yellow bus tryin to get retarded?
Kid don t be the artist, formerly known as artist
Jump off a skyscraper, the roof who hit the hardest
Where the bastards at and where they habitats?
I send they asses back to foldin sweaters at the Gap
I like Nikes, food spicy, I m a Pisces
That s why women love me and any nigga that s like me
Thoroughbread, I m with gettin this dough instead
Need a ho, like I need another hole in the head
Lord help me, I m crackin the safe, pocket like Face
Mighty Healthy, you know I m the shit, soon as you smelt me
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
For what it s worth, the early bird sit at the table and eat first
My niggaz need work, mami buggin , rippin my t-shirt
We can kick it until our feet hurt
Mothers warn your daughters bout this tall drink of water
Spoiler, waiter give her anything she order on the menu
Method Man, live at your venue
Smokin it, jumpin off the dick, like he mental
Kid, I got a murder rap, and my head is simple
Open up the pussy, put the lead in the pencils
And people sayin Wu gon break up, ya ll
We got y all numbers, it s time ya ll got your wake up calls, and..
[Chorus 2X]

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