[Verse 1]
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Niggas wanna test my stees,
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Nigga please,
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I black that eye like peas
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You better freeze
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In ya tracks
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A Wu-Tang (bzzz) killer bee's on ya back
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I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack
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You want it all?
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Yeah I want it all like THAT
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I stab my own moms in the back for a stack
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Niggas like damn, why you want it like that?
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'Cause I'm a dog, and I got no love for the cat
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Attitude's cold like the north polar cap
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Where I do my (??) a little further down the map
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A little black island
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Called Stat
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Where niggas carry gats in they Black Moon hat
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Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap
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And youse an unknown with a phoney contract
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Wake up and smell the method, motherfucker
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Contact, fallin' in a cypher from a fallen head crack
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An indian giver and I'm out to take it back
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Shaolin Island, baby where you at?
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A runaway train that be runnin' on ya track
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That's how it's goin' down
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Yeah, it's goin' down like that
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[Chorus]
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I gets my thang in action
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To live, to love, to see, to learn
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[Break]
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Yo! Tell 'em what's happenin'!
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(What's happening?
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I'll tell ya wh-what's happening
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Tell 'em what's happening
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Brothers ain't got no peers and they be smokin' funny
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Shaddup!)
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[Verse 2]
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I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
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Betcha twenty points and ya still can't score
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Nuttin'
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'Cause you ain't got no points in this game
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Kid, you frontin'
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A home run hitter and you be buntin'
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Brush out the toilet, I got my shit together
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When I'm good, I'm good,
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When bad, I'm better
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You want it?
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Whatever
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I be the stormy weather
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Rain coming down
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To weather with ya leather
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JACKET
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A nigga with a ax
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Couldn't
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HACK IT
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I spark 'em like a match (ssskt)
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Coming back it's the method
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To get louder
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The method
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Man, clap yo hands, now check it
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See me in the mist (??)
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But my physical brother came through and got me lift
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Niggas, that I walk by, give me the eye
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The mormon is fuckin' me up, killing my high
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Nigga get back,
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Ya pussy cat,
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I'm fearsome
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Basically dat,
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I'm all of dat,
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And 'den some
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While I,
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Was out on tour,
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Goin' beserk
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I heard you
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Was over at the sand box
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And kickin' DIRT
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All over my name
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But you can't pull my file,
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YOU DON'T KNOW ME, AND YOU DON'T KNOW MY STYLE
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Comin' out 'dere like dat 'dere
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YEAH,
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(??) ghettos couldn't bear
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[Outro]
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(Meth-Tical, I told the boy everythin' he KNOW
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To all you bad motherfuckers
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See, I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite
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Everybody needs to love Dolemite,
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I love Dolemite, you love Dolemite
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Hey, how you doin' nigga, I know you
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Know what I did when I did?
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Meth-Tical, shiiit, I told the boy--)
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If ya can't get yaself a ten,
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The least you can do is smoke five twos
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(Where ya at? Method)
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I Get My Thang In Action
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| Method Man |
