(featuring Busta Rhymes)
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[Intro: Busta Rhymes (Method Man)]
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Aiyo, Tical? (What up, fam?)
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You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, Good, it's good to see you, Good
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(Good too see you too, Good)
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Let's take the streets for a little ride (Okay, we ridin' high)
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Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L
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And just (kiss the sky)
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Huh! And if you ever disrespect the Bust or Meth (Find them wit' God)
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Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time
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(Yeah, aiyo) Come on!
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[Method Man]
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I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain
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Tical... I'm bustin' that ass again
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I burn like acid rain, that ass get slain
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These niggaz try'nna see how I come ask your dame
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Made it evident; I'm bettin' on, yes, Meth for president
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Be in hell with gasoline drawers just for the hell of it
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And I ain't delicate, flows hot as kettle get
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Now if you ain't fuckin' with that, you must be celibate
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Spaz! Just a little, got a sack lookin' fizzle
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Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup
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Mommy if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
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Put it in my next video shot by Little X
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And M-E-F gon' work til their ain't any left
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I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less
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Think fast (come on) bank cash (come on)
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Everybody do it with your stank ass (just come on)
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[Chorus: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
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Make you rob somebody (what?) grab somebody (what?)
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Stomp somebody (what?) slap somebody (what?)
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Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what?)
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Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what?)
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Brooklyn (come on!) Shaolin (come on!)
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Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on!)
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Bronx, nigga (come on!) Manhattan (come on!)
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To each and every hood what's happening? (come on!)
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[Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
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Yeah... let 'em talk, nigga, come on Bust
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(Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz) Yeah!
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up
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And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time to move
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While I'm seein' right through you, let relieve you of all of your
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Figures see the streets, and never believe in your niggaz (come on!)
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Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting
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Aimin', attackin', instead I'mma let one of my bitches slap you
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I ain't watch you when your niggaz'll try
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To feel a wrath of the unruly awakening of a sleeping giant
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(Very defiant), once I give you the pressure
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And then I apply it and then your breathing is stoppin'; totally quiet (sss..
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oh)
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Captain of this ship, so call me the pilot
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I leave you and your crew to collide with me, dyin'
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(Stomp on a nigga!)
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Just like a herd of a thousand cattle
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That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit
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Chop you worse than a brick and then be torturin' you,
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While gettin' the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga!
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This shit'll make you..
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[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
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[Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
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Haha, that's the truth... my nigga
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(Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk) Let me talk! (huh)
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[Busta Rhymes] (Method Man) {both}
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Can't you see what I got for you now
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(Shake your big fat ass in front of me now)
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To all my high bidders (to all my live niggaz)
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{We here to blackout, follow the story now
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Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna
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Just keep the street, but nigga did you
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Know when you bout to lose it, my nigga
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And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga}
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[Busta Rhymes]
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See the police coming (what?) Fireman coming (what?)
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Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin' (what?)
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I love to see it, whenever you and your man frontin' (what?)
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Me and Meth'll step to you, quick! And smash somethin' (what?)
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[Method Man]
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Now who is he? Dope M.C. killin these cowards
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Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder
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Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it
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Get back, runnin' your gap, I can't allow it
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[Busta Rhymes]
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What my nigga? (set it off) you know we seeing it through God
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The streets be needing niggaz like me and you, God
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Aiyo, I think we're up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo
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| Logical, we should of done this shit |
