Method Man:
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Yo, yo, yo, yo
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Fuck you
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Chorus: 2x
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What you wanna be when you grow up
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You wanna be thugs
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You wanna be pranksters
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You wanna sell drugs
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You wanna be gangsters
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Thats what silly boys are made of
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Raekwon:
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Aiyyo, aiyyo
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Cool G's and forty seven flavors
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Display swade gators
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We comin through
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To blaze neighbors
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Meet mark and pardon me to heat mark
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A dutch spark it
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Lex Leonardo arts profit
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Apple cranberry mixed with crystal
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Fan worry
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Desert mountain crib in the ground
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We arsonists
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One point five a liter
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Take a taste
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Splash your heater
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Smack your face twice
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Clap your sneakers
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Shit is like a mission to Mars
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Fishin' for bars
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Takin' whats ours
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Knowledge the car Pa
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Dont be stupid
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Get a little cash
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Better swoop it
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Throw it in the ground and recoup it
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Next check was best
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Your family pack your shit
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Get vexed
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Leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves
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Some niggas catch on later
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Try to put them on they haters
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I met eighty of them niggas yo
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Waitin' on the sidelines droolin'
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Some need schoolin'
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Let me teach yo
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And roll a student what
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Rule one
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Yo respect if you lose son
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Dont be big back about to learn to move dunn
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All hell to niggas in jails
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With sharks in they fishtanks
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Now he come home he a whale
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Wolves in the projo's, projo's yo
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We realer up in my shows yo
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Middle finger five O's
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Take time to climb vines yo
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Lay on the lines
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Like Laury only lovin' Rae kind
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Sun splash cash layin like three bags of hash
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Fully wrapped in a indian man's stash
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Method Man:
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Aiyyo
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Chorus: 2x
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Raekwon:
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Aiyyo, get up
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Lex should be braggin'
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Get it up
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Fuck shorty got cream in a mean truck
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Prop-ness she hollar like the Loch Ness
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He large rock this
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Fresh Ferrari in a drop six
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Fro's
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Yo talkin about the dough on his clothes
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Glaze is crushed up pokin on rolls yo
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Oh yeah and maybe gettin' cream
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See what I mean black queen
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Stop actin' like crack fiends an'
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Brawl we wanna thank all of y'all
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Play the wall hype
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Checkin how this lady walks stay hawkin'
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Grab the remain, divorce (Uh)
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Shame came to yours
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We like green
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Rock the same gameplan, ours (Yo, Yo)
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Method Man;
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Ladies and gentlemen
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Your about to see
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A pastime hobby about to be
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Takin' to the next degree
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By M-E-TH and the bloody Chef Boyardee
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Watch out bitches is too nosey
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Backhand slappin' the phoney
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Got to walk it off can't mosey
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Who got you open up
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Crack pipe still smokin'
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Face frozen
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Coke straw stickin' out your nose and D
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Proposin' that you bleed on the Chef apron
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My thing hold down the play-pen
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And say the nursery rhymes they makin
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Come on now
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Shits too real
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Fuck you and now your man feel
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Time don't stand still for y'all bitches
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Wanna Big Ball
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I got two for you to juggle in your jizzals
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Im losin' it now
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Throw in the pieces like a jig-saw
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Aiyyo
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She multi-colored like a rainbow
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Mr. Meth and the Cuban Link kiddo
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On tracks we connect, politic ditto
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Take that to that
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Chorus: 2x
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Fuck Them
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Raekwon the Chef |