*featuring Raekwon the Chef
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[Intro:]
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Duel, worthy of a general
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If you want to fight, fight with me!
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One to one! Man to man!
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Get ready to gel team!
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Live and direct from the one-six-ooh
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We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical!
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It's about to go on, Tical!
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You make the call, I make the call!
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It's all for all
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Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
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(count my shells)
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And there's about to be one left
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(count my shells, nigga)
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I know you know it'son kid
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(Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)
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[bell rings]
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[Verse One: Method Man]
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Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye
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Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
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niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught
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a bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short
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of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening
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style, blowing up the spot like ballistic
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missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven
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tearing up the power-u, Me-Tical
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A bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck
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hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front
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out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain
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of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments
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A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat
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Wrap a power in a tec, to wet
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a nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases
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Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever
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Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer
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Bobbin on my nob like an all day sucker
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[bell rings] Bitch!
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Meth Vs. Chef
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(it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef
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(yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef
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(yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef
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(callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death
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[bell rings]
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[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]
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I'm goin all out kid no turnbacks
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You could try to front, get smoked and that's that
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Lyric assassin, dressed in black buggin
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Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then
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I go to war in a conrete jungle, make the punt
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cause niggaz act funny, and fumble
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But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly
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Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die
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Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin
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Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop
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No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session
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Bloodshot in that direction, cypher
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[bell rings]
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'Tack you like chess moves best move
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Yo, yeah, yo
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The boards, your ass
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'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings*
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'Tack the boards like chess moves best move
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at Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew
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Live direct, yeah you better step
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Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet
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Motivate, to the gate
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With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle
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Airwaves, yo behave
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Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way
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[bell rings three times]
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Ahh shit!
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[Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth]
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Meth Vs. Chef
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Method Man |