[Intro: sample]
"Wanna see the world, ain t scared to do it
Even if, your shocked by it
Me and you, lost when you do it
By myself, better off bein you"
[Intro: Method Man]
Smoke cess nigga, smokin that A.K
Norther lights, yeah.. stick em!
Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby doll
Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I., better
known as the crooked letter I
Come on! Self Service
[Method Man]
Y all know me since 93, now let that weed burn
Back in this bitch, class dismissed, it s the return
Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn
Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y all killas learn
Your only as good as your last hit
Soon as you put them automatics on safety that s it
I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets
Till you blasted, till y all come ashes to ashes
We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound
You either up or down, don t get that ass kicked
Ya ll niggaz fuck around, y all only tough around
The crowds, scared to bust a round, don t get that ass kicked
What part of the game is this?
I came to break bread, evidently y all killas came to bitch, nigga
So, whose the whipped nigga, don t even trip, nigga
Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter
I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk
Then daddy might get him some tonight
Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics
Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right
Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city
To find out it ll cost you bout a buck fifty
Across your face swiftly, my after taste shitty
Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties
And I ain t even got to say my name
I got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick"
You think it s all a game, like pussy all the same
I m speakin toilet slang, not seakin hall of fame
It s raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dooky
Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie
That like to pop snoopy, think she gon pop coochie
Just cuz you got Gucci, don t mean you not hoochie
Girl, I tell it like a T-I-N
Ain t no other kids eatin till I feed my kids
Trick, oh, you ain t crushin , sister, I can t do nothin wit you
My money s celebate, honey, and we ain t fuckin wit you
I do it for the nookie, some say I m too pushy
Only thing better than pussy, that s some new pussy
There that go, looky, it s gettin ugly even
With niggaz so broke, they couldn t spend a lovely even
[Outro: Method Man]
Yeah, that s it
Yeah, Method Man has just left the muthafuckin building

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