[Intro: Method Man]
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Uh... yeah, y'all, guess whose back?
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Heh... cauli' flavored, momma crack
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Yeah... yeah... Scott Storch (Return of the great)
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Mr. M-E-F (aww shit) know what I said
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Black people don't use the T-H, yo (got it fucked up now)
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Yo, yo...
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[Method Man]
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Guess who back though, crack dough, yes, eyes is hat low
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Stash 'dro, pimp on the side, you know how that go
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Rap flow, major, taste the flavor, all natural high
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Y'all gotta love it when the track go (track go)
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Ask Def Jam what's hot, three letters, M-E-F Man
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Been stopped, that's off top, young, fresh to death
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And you're not, no matter what the job, I'm the best man
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Rap C.E.O. minus the yes-man (yes-man)
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I know that's right, so act right, Staten on the map
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Like fuck y'all, get stuck, y'all and have a bad night
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As I brush off my shoulder, that's right
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My nigga Scott Storch keep bringing it back like (back like)
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Oh boy, dig it, I talk about it and I live it
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Been there, did it, shitted and wiped my ass with it
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These critics saw the train for brains and must of missed it
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If they ain't got the shit, they'll never get it (never get it)
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[Chorus: Method Man]
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Is it me, or is it these, niggaz in it for cheese
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Is it me, all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez
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Is it me, or is it me, that ain't feeling M.C.'s
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With the top down, wheeling the v, feeling the breeze
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Is it me, or is it these, niggaz spitting the same
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Is it me, all my enemies, throwing shit in the game
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Is it me, or the industry that really got to change
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Once again, it's Wu-Tang, in case y'all forgot the name
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[Method Man]
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I spit germ, early bird gets worm, now
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Now that it's his turn, clowns don't get turns, now
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Fuck with a chick perm, when she get hot, you get burned
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You see I'm not kidding, knowing these kids learn (kids learn)
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And and I'm that dude, ahh-choo, and allerging to wake jewels
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Blast if I have to, and y'all don't give me no hassle
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Who rep Rotten Apple to death and get natural
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Make hard beats pound like the track do (track do)
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If you ask me, this raspy voice nigga is nasty
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Khaki's hanging off of his ass, eyes is glassy
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That's fucked, that's us, niggaz know where to catch me
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At 1-800 GET-AT-ME, (get at me)
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My, flow's, no holds barred, Holy Jahad
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It's the head nigga in charge, Meth, back on the job
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Like back in the days, back when, the game was hard
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And when they reminiscenced over Wu, my God
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[Chorus]
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[Method Man]
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Until these rap niggaz stepped up, checked up, man this game is messed up
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Next up, you know what it is, don't get it f'd up
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Meth, what? F.Y.I., you need a heads up
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And I don't mean to beat you in the head, but (head, but)
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When you spit that, forget that, I eat these niggaz food
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And the shit wrapped, where Cliff at? Tell 'em Mr. Meth got his shit back
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The gift back, sign, sealed, delivered and gift wrapped
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And when you hear that click-click (click-click)
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That's real talk, some niggaz will talk to the cops
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Get killed off, man how did you get caught with all the rocks
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And still walk, no matter what you mix with a pig
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You still pork, and money is still forced (still forced)
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Yeah, that was right on cue, new and improved
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All these dudes try'nna walk in my shoes, doing my moves
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But that's cool, cause I'ma make it do what it do
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With this W, like I can I get a "suu" motherfuckers?
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Method Man]
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W-T-R-B...
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Wu-Tang Radio, Bitch...
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Is It Me
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Method Man |