Method Man - Biscuits lyrics
[Method Man - Biscuits lyrics]
What? What you want?
Represent, represent, represent
Yeah, represent, check it out, check it out
Yo mama don't wear no drawers!
I saw her when she took them off!
Standing on the welfare line eating swine
Tryna look fine with her stank behind
You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast
Meth Tical got style with his nasty ass
Are you ready to face
The consequences and suffer?
I even tell ya momma you ain't shit
Motherfucker
Bring it and let that Killa Bee kid sting it
And represent
It's like heads up a brick when I swing it
Get lost, I break you off something
I'm pumping like a Reebok with a pump
From the jump and you was nothing
Bet you thought your fucking clan had
Your back but they was fronting
Smoking dirt blunts and fucking
Nasty sluts and
You just a naked gun without the bullet
What you busting?
Get your ship sunken, fucking with a Drunken
Master disaster at any rap functions
Just an echo, yoo hoo
We be living in the valley yoo hoo
It may be difficult to bring back
Sweet memories of you
And you can even ask your crew
Bet your bottom dollar that they tell ya fast
Meth Tical got style with his nasty ass
Who said the Wu Tang Clan? Was
It you or your man?
You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya
36 Chambers, be out, you'se in danger
Let me pull your brain out
Your ass with a hanger
Didn't momma tell ya not to
Talk to a stranger? Now you got ya neck in
The noose of the strangler
Just recline, keep the Meth in mind
I'll even test the knuckle check
On the hands of time
What? And I'll be more than
Glad to bust that ass
All up and down the block, the street
That ave
Whatever, smoking on a Spike Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo' Better
I'm hoping niggas get the point
'Cause they could never, stop the veteran
Word to God when I'm severing the head
Of a mental vegetarian
The Method at the weed gate with
A long line of credit
If you desire fire, I be the first to set it
Off, flame on like the Human Torch
Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store
You can eat it all and it'll tell you fast
Meth Tical got style for your nasty ass
'94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize
Wu Tang Killa Bee the RZA and the Method MZA
Raider Ruckus, where you at?
Represent, represent, represent
Yeah, represent, check it out, check it out
Yo mama don't wear no drawers!
I saw her when she took them off!
Standing on the welfare line eating swine
Tryna look fine with her stank behind
You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast
Meth Tical got style with his nasty ass
Are you ready to face
The consequences and suffer?
I even tell ya momma you ain't shit
Motherfucker
Bring it and let that Killa Bee kid sting it
And represent
It's like heads up a brick when I swing it
Get lost, I break you off something
I'm pumping like a Reebok with a pump
From the jump and you was nothing
Bet you thought your fucking clan had
Your back but they was fronting
Smoking dirt blunts and fucking
Nasty sluts and
You just a naked gun without the bullet
What you busting?
Get your ship sunken, fucking with a Drunken
Master disaster at any rap functions
Just an echo, yoo hoo
We be living in the valley yoo hoo
It may be difficult to bring back
Sweet memories of you
And you can even ask your crew
Bet your bottom dollar that they tell ya fast
Meth Tical got style with his nasty ass
Who said the Wu Tang Clan? Was
It you or your man?
You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya
36 Chambers, be out, you'se in danger
Let me pull your brain out
Your ass with a hanger
Didn't momma tell ya not to
Talk to a stranger? Now you got ya neck in
The noose of the strangler
Just recline, keep the Meth in mind
I'll even test the knuckle check
On the hands of time
What? And I'll be more than
Glad to bust that ass
All up and down the block, the street
That ave
Whatever, smoking on a Spike Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo' Better
I'm hoping niggas get the point
'Cause they could never, stop the veteran
Word to God when I'm severing the head
Of a mental vegetarian
The Method at the weed gate with
A long line of credit
If you desire fire, I be the first to set it
Off, flame on like the Human Torch
Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store
You can eat it all and it'll tell you fast
Meth Tical got style for your nasty ass
'94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize
Wu Tang Killa Bee the RZA and the Method MZA
Raider Ruckus, where you at?