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