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Method Man
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Release yo' Delf
Lyricist:Robert Diggs, Dino Fekaris, Frederick J. Perren, Clifford Smith
When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified Jet back to the lab like, they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry Your careers won't be lastin' long
When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified Jet back to the lab like, they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry Your careers won't be lastin' long
Check it, I'm the fuckin' man, who they mention Notice, that other niggaz rap styles is bogus Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo Blazin' the stuff that ignites stimulation Inside ya, 'cos I be that house over water Forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon Adventure, niggaz need to touch they freakin' picture For the sickness, that be spreadin' with the quickness Remedies, cousin I be doin' on my enemies Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories Emotion, rushin' through your down street vicinity Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity
As I keep it movin', we keep it movin' Keep it movin', and keep it movin' Keep it movin' baby we be movin' Keep it movin', we keep it What's that rhythm? What's that sound? Party people gettin' down, when it hit the baddest man Just release, yo delf
My God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set To blow a nigga up, with my five fingers of death I bring it to his whole damn fame, understand If he frontin', on any man down with the clan I be comin', for the headpiece you can't cope For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother Serial killer, style from Big Isle No stat, my peoples are you with me, where you at? Shit's gettin' deep in here, I mean like thick Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Niggaz lookin' all in my face like they want dick It's about to hit the fan, hit the flow That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no more What is it? Niggaz think they bigger 'Cos they got the finger on the trigger of a pistol They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it With the raw sound, wash it down with a mystic Then I add a snapple, nigga want the juice But he don't want the hassle Then we try to overthrow the castle Better yet the tent when I'm comin' to your town Black man, the rental, God, the pistol Yea, if you don't want a burn from the block Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops Here, no more dough will be made Unless it's being made by hoes
What's that rhythm? What's that sound? Party people gettin' down, when it hit the baddest man Just breathe in, till then and keep it movin', baby keep it movin' I plan to keep it movin', you know we keep it movin' And keep it movin', baby we be movin' And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin' And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin' Baby we be movin', you know we keep it movin'
When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry Your careers won't be lastin' long now
Throw your hands in the sky and wave em from side to side And if you're ready to spark up the meth Tical Let me hear you say stimuli
When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry Your careers won't be lastin' long
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