Method Man, PXWER - Act Up lyrics
[Method Man, PXWER - Act Up lyrics]
Went from entertainment to enterprise
Kill a rhyme, kill a generation like genocide
I've been a five
Explicit sticker you've been advised
That red dot market
The target has been identified
We been outside, game already been gentrified
Simplify, ready for war like
I've been Semper Fi energy I energize
If ain't energizеd I improvise
And start taking shots like
I ain't been immunized
If you ain't dеad then pretend you died
You feminized rappers see the signs of
Out an outcast Aquemini
Big Boi, 'Dre Three-Stacks
These are some friends of mine
Spending time but my payback ain't
Gotta spend the a dime
That's how you end a line, last stop
You at the end of line and think
"Why me?" like the end of rhyme
I clothes-line any close encounter
Of any kind if I got any problems with
Anybody at any time
Ugh, they wanna talk, wanna act up
(What you saying?)
Til I get em mummy wrapped up (He gone)
Aye, tell your homie move back bruh
(Aye man watch out)
I wouldn't hesitate to smack son (Pow)
Ugh, they wanna talk, wanna act up
(What you saying?)
Til I get em mummy wrapped up (Be outta here)
Aye, tell your homie move back bruh
(Fall back bro)
Yo
I'm big bro, no, I mean I'm literally big bro
Now big dough, New Orleans for short
Now that's a big no
Big hand chokeslam rappers
They want the Big Show
My big bang theory's the shot
Wrapped in a big 4
Big Doe Rehab, paper shredder, I rip flow
He cut his words for buck and a half
That's off the rip though but get low
Like y'all ain't know I'm the shhh though
Like Tony Montana, don't sniff
Blow, that Sniff, yo
Meth man, yes am Iyes'm, make that a yes man
Mama finna save me a plate, make that a "Yes
Ma'am"
Ain't gotta tell em just how I get em
I just can
And I ain't gotta tell em why I'm a legend
I just am
In hindsight I made loud records for Def Jam
When y'all kept it cool I was hot
I got the best fans
What's hood? Y'all ain't gotta listen
I'm good got my hands on this genie bottle
And I'm wishing you would
Ugh, they wanna talk, wanna act up
(What you saying?)
Til I get em mummy wrapped up (He gone)
Aye, tell your homie move back bruh
(Aye man watch out)
I wouldn't hesitate to smack son (Pow)
Ugh, they wanna talk, wanna act up
(What you saying?)
Til I get em mummy wrapped up (Be outta here)
Aye, tell your homie move back bruh
(Fall back bro)
Kill a rhyme, kill a generation like genocide
I've been a five
Explicit sticker you've been advised
That red dot market
The target has been identified
We been outside, game already been gentrified
Simplify, ready for war like
I've been Semper Fi energy I energize
If ain't energizеd I improvise
And start taking shots like
I ain't been immunized
If you ain't dеad then pretend you died
You feminized rappers see the signs of
Out an outcast Aquemini
Big Boi, 'Dre Three-Stacks
These are some friends of mine
Spending time but my payback ain't
Gotta spend the a dime
That's how you end a line, last stop
You at the end of line and think
"Why me?" like the end of rhyme
I clothes-line any close encounter
Of any kind if I got any problems with
Anybody at any time
Ugh, they wanna talk, wanna act up
(What you saying?)
Til I get em mummy wrapped up (He gone)
Aye, tell your homie move back bruh
(Aye man watch out)
I wouldn't hesitate to smack son (Pow)
Ugh, they wanna talk, wanna act up
(What you saying?)
Til I get em mummy wrapped up (Be outta here)
Aye, tell your homie move back bruh
(Fall back bro)
Yo
I'm big bro, no, I mean I'm literally big bro
Now big dough, New Orleans for short
Now that's a big no
Big hand chokeslam rappers
They want the Big Show
My big bang theory's the shot
Wrapped in a big 4
Big Doe Rehab, paper shredder, I rip flow
He cut his words for buck and a half
That's off the rip though but get low
Like y'all ain't know I'm the shhh though
Like Tony Montana, don't sniff
Blow, that Sniff, yo
Meth man, yes am Iyes'm, make that a yes man
Mama finna save me a plate, make that a "Yes
Ma'am"
Ain't gotta tell em just how I get em
I just can
And I ain't gotta tell em why I'm a legend
I just am
In hindsight I made loud records for Def Jam
When y'all kept it cool I was hot
I got the best fans
What's hood? Y'all ain't gotta listen
I'm good got my hands on this genie bottle
And I'm wishing you would
Ugh, they wanna talk, wanna act up
(What you saying?)
Til I get em mummy wrapped up (He gone)
Aye, tell your homie move back bruh
(Aye man watch out)
I wouldn't hesitate to smack son (Pow)
Ugh, they wanna talk, wanna act up
(What you saying?)
Til I get em mummy wrapped up (Be outta here)
Aye, tell your homie move back bruh
(Fall back bro)