Method Man - Guillotine lyrics
[Method Man - Guillotine lyrics]
Uh, yeah music park
Let's get it yo
Stop playin’, y'all know I murder these bars
Lyin' when you stand ’round here
Perjury charge they sleepin' on me, king
Don't really care what it's called
When he woke up with the ring
This here a courtesy call
Don't know who got a condom
But this certainly raw
And I ain't got a problem
But I'm certainly yours
See, I ain't perfect
But I am perfectly flawed
And, boy, do I deliver, this a maternity ward
Who next
Baby? Either pick the ball or the sword
When your chick international
I just call her abroad
I rap in all capitals
More than half of these rappers do
If you a half rapper
Then you the rapper I’m rappin’ to
Wrappin' you like package
If you ain’t packin' they packin' you
It just so happens you'll be
The rapper in happened to
Son, I’m still Park Hill avenue
Whoever stole my pack in '91
I'm still mad at you
Uh, but am I preaching to the choir?
Then blow a chem cloud like
You speaking to the sky
Hold it like a grudge 'til
You're bleeding from the eye
Wings up, move forever
I believe that I can fly
From the top
My dogs put your dogs underground
Catch a round or catch a
Stray dog from the pound
If this is Game Of Thrones
I ain't far from the crown and if this it
A lot of y'all ain't far from a clown
I fall off, it's nothing
I ain't far from the ground
Rappers offer sixteens and that ain't
Far from the Browns then lay your game
Your whole squad out of bounds
I'm too dirty to be washed up
But y'all watered down
I don't floss much, no, but I can C-E-O
So I bossed up, ayy, buck fifty is the cost
Cut A1 with the sauce up in beef
Ever since I gave the pork up, let's eat
Put the metal to your teeth
Y'all done forked up, nice
Another one to chalk up
New York up, Christ, no
Y'all don't want to cross us
Be cautious because this is torture
Extort ya and scorch up a rapper tryna tell
Me 'get the torch up'
Heh, Meth get ugly, but he gorgeous
And he get to this money, Daddy Warbucks
Tell your smut date over, pull the drawers up
Cigar guts all in the club, pull the squad up
Uh, but am I preaching to the choir?
Then blow a chem cloud like
You speaking to the sky
Hold it like a grudge 'til
You're bleeding from the eye
Wings up, move forever
I believe that I can fly
Let's get it yo
Stop playin’, y'all know I murder these bars
Lyin' when you stand ’round here
Perjury charge they sleepin' on me, king
Don't really care what it's called
When he woke up with the ring
This here a courtesy call
Don't know who got a condom
But this certainly raw
And I ain't got a problem
But I'm certainly yours
See, I ain't perfect
But I am perfectly flawed
And, boy, do I deliver, this a maternity ward
Who next
Baby? Either pick the ball or the sword
When your chick international
I just call her abroad
I rap in all capitals
More than half of these rappers do
If you a half rapper
Then you the rapper I’m rappin’ to
Wrappin' you like package
If you ain’t packin' they packin' you
It just so happens you'll be
The rapper in happened to
Son, I’m still Park Hill avenue
Whoever stole my pack in '91
I'm still mad at you
Uh, but am I preaching to the choir?
Then blow a chem cloud like
You speaking to the sky
Hold it like a grudge 'til
You're bleeding from the eye
Wings up, move forever
I believe that I can fly
From the top
My dogs put your dogs underground
Catch a round or catch a
Stray dog from the pound
If this is Game Of Thrones
I ain't far from the crown and if this it
A lot of y'all ain't far from a clown
I fall off, it's nothing
I ain't far from the ground
Rappers offer sixteens and that ain't
Far from the Browns then lay your game
Your whole squad out of bounds
I'm too dirty to be washed up
But y'all watered down
I don't floss much, no, but I can C-E-O
So I bossed up, ayy, buck fifty is the cost
Cut A1 with the sauce up in beef
Ever since I gave the pork up, let's eat
Put the metal to your teeth
Y'all done forked up, nice
Another one to chalk up
New York up, Christ, no
Y'all don't want to cross us
Be cautious because this is torture
Extort ya and scorch up a rapper tryna tell
Me 'get the torch up'
Heh, Meth get ugly, but he gorgeous
And he get to this money, Daddy Warbucks
Tell your smut date over, pull the drawers up
Cigar guts all in the club, pull the squad up
Uh, but am I preaching to the choir?
Then blow a chem cloud like
You speaking to the sky
Hold it like a grudge 'til
You're bleeding from the eye
Wings up, move forever
I believe that I can fly