Keith Murray, Method Man, 50 Grand - What it Is lyrics

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Wu Wu Tang the-the-the Legion of Doom

Yo! LOD killa Beez Wu Tang
Baby yeah! 50 Grand Method Man

They say LOD this and LOD that
Its LOD when I walk LOD leaves tracks
You better love LOD lOD won't fail
LOD gang related half a mill for bail
Feds like the soundscan wanna see what I sale
LOD know how to do it big without no mail
And they all wanna see how LOD be wilin'
Wit the Ticallion Stallion
From Shaolin Island

Meth: And it was what it is
When it was when it wasn't
And if it ain't that Grand what could it be?
Grand: And if it ain't that
Meth what could it be?


Meth: And if it ain't the Wu?
Grand: Yo Its the LOD!

They sayin Wu Tang this and Wu Tang that
But they don't fuck wit Wu Tang
Cuz Wu Tang got straps
Like hoes in hair salons boy
Wu Tang got wraps
I'm dope syringe in your arm
The boy got tracks (Ya Heard)
I'm noddin' on beat, I'm mobbin' on streets
The method
Be starvin' to eat, cigar in my cheek
Forget it
The LODs in here, the Killa Beez in here
If you ain't drinkin' and smokin'
You shouldn't be in here

Meth: And it was what it is
When it was when it wasn't
And if it ain't that?
Grand: Meth what could it be?
Meth: And if it ain't that
Keith what could it be?
Grand: And if it ain't the Wu?
Keith: Its Keith Murray!

They sayin Keith done this
And Keith done that but they don't fuck wit
Keith cuz Murray'll snap
Its the mack maniac rap insaniac
LOD skull and cross bone on my back
Its no hassle
You could killed for 500 dollas like Alfalfa
From the Little Rascals
I'm like the drug that was your worse enemy
Came back to be your best friend
And fried you in the end

Meth: And it was what it is
When it was when it wasn't
And if it ain't that Grand what could it be?
Grand: And if it ain't that?
Meth: Keith what could it be?
Keith: And if it ain't the Wu?
Grand: Yo it's the LOD!

I crush everything and everyone
Within my clutch
My speech break bricks in half
I'm still out to lunch
LOD wit the Method we fuckin' wit ninjas
Bit wit the rap bug caught the influenza
Lyrically I'll air you out
Meth clear you out
You like a mistake when I'm
Writin' gotta smear you out
I go ballistic on second thought
I give you a break
Cut you into little pieces and
Mail you to every state

We off the meter off the block
Or straight off the street
We in your party like when
Pit bulls of the leash
Yes, when Meths wit the Legion of Doom
Pack your shit up your life
Will be leavin' you soon
Picture big dick daddy in a big sick caddy
My ho even sicker wit a big thick fatty
Lord! Somebody pinch me this can't be real
I'm ill like action flick stars
That can't be killed

And I ain't never met a sucker
And we got a long
I ain't never smoked no blunt
That wasn't too strong
We been D4L before D4L
Rock wit the Funk Doc shut
Down the whole jail
When Plus got killed LO rushed the courthouse
I'll smack that talk back in your mouth
The LOD's in here, the Killa Beez in here
If you ain't gettin' rowdy you
Shouldn't be in here

Meth: And it was what it is
When it was when it wasn't
And if it ain't that Grand what could it be?
Grand: And if it ain't that?
Meth: Keith what could it be?
Keith: And if it ain't the Wu?
Grand: Yo Its the LOD?

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Wu Wu Wu Wu Tang the-the-the Legion of Doom
Wu Wu Wu Wu Tang the-the-the Legion of Doom
Wu Wu Wu Wu Tang L-L-L-L-LOD!
Wu Wu Wu Wu Tang L-L-L-L-LOD!
Wu Wu Wu Wu Tang the-the-the Legion of Doom
Wu Wu Wu Wu Tang the-the-the Legion of Doom
Wu Wu Wu Wu Tang L-L-L-L-LOD!