[Intro: Method Man]
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Yeah... one-two, one-two, it's Big M-E-F
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The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab, yo
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On my way the weedspot, haha, what's good?
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Fuck that, what's hood? Staten Island Advance
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Big up to my man Magic down in MIA, what up cuzo?
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[Chorus: Method Man]
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Knock-knock, who is it, ah shitted
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Hot peas and butter, come and get it
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Somebody done fucked up, now
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Meth spit it, I comes with it
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Quick to tell these critics, eat a did-ick
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Somebody done fucked up, now
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Y'all done did it, done stepped in it
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Now run and tell them niggaz who the realest
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Somebody done fucked up, now
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Can you dig it, you'll never stop the kid up in the fitted
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Live with it, somebody done fucked up
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[Method Man]
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Look, I'm cutting corners on these clowns, marijuana and pounds
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Found with Staten Island niggaz that run up on you with rounds
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Take a drag, pass it around, guess who back in your town
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And the crowd vict', with Officer Brown patting him down
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Shit's thick, thick as harmony grits, cuz with some thugs
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Ain't no, harmony bitch, them niggaz probably snitch
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Y'all be the judge, look what happened to Cocheese
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What happens when your co-d's is talking to police, you dig?
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Half a cig, let me fuck with ya wig, although you loving the style
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They're ain't a pedophile could fuck with the kid
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Now that I'm back up on my, feet, take it back to the streets
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In the GM with your BM, in the passenger seat
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Riding hood, by my hood, ain't no hike in the wood
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Life is good, it's so good, live it twice if I could
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Man, it's me, once again it's that Wu-Tang
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Crushing the shit that you bring, you know how we do things
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[Chorus]
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[Method Man]
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Yo, pulling my shoes up, scuffing my Timbs, back to when?
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Puffing again, who stunting, cops fucking with them
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Feeling the blow, goosebumping the skin, and on the scale
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Of nothing to ten, a ten, man, it's nothing to him
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See you can tell by how I'm clutching my pen, like Mae Weather touching her chin
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She stunting, going up in her friend
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Tell the label give me something to spin, and every light got a price
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You want a slice, but we ain't cutting you in
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Man, these fiends know my past work, held a monkey until they back hurt
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Money talking, wonder what that's worth
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And MCF, mean Cash First shit, picture the kid
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On the beach in Hawaii, minus the grass skirt
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Blast first, ask questions last
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Black herse, nigga, stretch yo ass, y'all niggaz know what this is
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It's New Yitty, this ain't just a fad
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It's M-E-F, and I ain't Biggie, but I'm just as Bad, Boy
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Method Man]
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Yeah, Big M-E-F, Staten Island Advance, motherfuckers
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Word up, don't ever count me out, just count me the fuck in
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I'll be back for more...
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Somebody Done Fucked Up
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| Method Man |
