Method Man - I Get My Thang in Action lyrics
[Method Man - I Get My Thang in Action lyrics]
"Good wu Tang martial expert
There's not many, who can match up with him"
(He'll give you a heart condition
If you fuck around like that there
Tell you it ain't no good for the bloodstream
You know god damn whatever and uhh
It's dumb and big - it's DUMB AND BIG)
Mira, Meth Tical comin through with the suu
(Lie in cut for y'all) check it out
Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks, a Wu Tang
(bzzz) killer bee's on ya back
I comes for the honey plus
The phat money sack
You want it all? yeah I want it all like THAT
I stab my own moms in the back for a stack
Niggas like, "Damn
Why you want it like that?" (Why is that?)
Cause I'm a dog
And I got no love for the cat (uhh)
Attitude's cold like the North polar cap
Where I do my dirt's a
Little further down the map (Is that so?)
A little buck wilding, Island called Stat'
Where niggas carry gats in
They Black Moon hat
Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap
And you's an unknown with a faulty contract
Wake up and smell the
Met-chod motherfucker contact
Villain in the cypher from the
Foe when head crack
An Indian giver and I'm out to take it back
Shaolin Island, baby where you at?
A runaway train that be runnin on ya track
That's how it's goin down, yeah
It's goin down
I gets my thang in action
To live, to love, to see, to learn
Yo! Tell em what's happenin!
(What's happenin?
I'll tell yo' ass what's happenin
Tell em what's happenin
It's goin on out here -
Brothers ain't got no peers
And they smokin funny -
Shuddup yo' damn mouth)
I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
Spot ya twenty points and
You still can't score
NUTTIN - cause you ain't got
No points in this game
Kid you FRONTIN - I'm home run hittin
You be buntin
Fresh out the toilet, I got my shit together
When I'm good, I'm good, when bad, I'm better
You want it? Whatever - I'll
Be the stormy weather rain comin down
So weatherproof you're leather
JACKET, a nigga with a AXE couldn't HACK IT
I spark em like a match (ssskt)
Coming back it's the Met-chod, say it loud
I'm the Met-chod, Man - clap yo' hands
Now check it
See me in the mix, rollin fat, bustin flicks
While my physical brother came through
And got me lift
Niggas, that I walk by, give me the eye
The moment is fuckin me up, killin my high
Nigga get back, ya pussy cat, I'm fearsome
Basically THAT, I'm all of THAT
And then some
While I, was out on tour, goin beserk
I heard you was at the
Sandbox and kickin DIRT
All on my name but you can't pull my file
You don't know me
And you don't know my style
Comin out dere like dat dere, Yeah
Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bear
(Ahhheheh, I taught the boy
Everything he KNOW
Go on you bad motherfuckers
See I told you that kid
Go back to that Dolemite
Everybody needs to love Dolemite
I love Dolemite, you love Dolemite
Hey, how you doin nigga, I know you
Knowin I didn't when I did meth Tical
Shiiit, I told the boy
If you can't get yourself a ten
The least you can do is fuck five twos
And we out, Method)
There's not many, who can match up with him"
(He'll give you a heart condition
If you fuck around like that there
Tell you it ain't no good for the bloodstream
You know god damn whatever and uhh
It's dumb and big - it's DUMB AND BIG)
Mira, Meth Tical comin through with the suu
(Lie in cut for y'all) check it out
Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks, a Wu Tang
(bzzz) killer bee's on ya back
I comes for the honey plus
The phat money sack
You want it all? yeah I want it all like THAT
I stab my own moms in the back for a stack
Niggas like, "Damn
Why you want it like that?" (Why is that?)
Cause I'm a dog
And I got no love for the cat (uhh)
Attitude's cold like the North polar cap
Where I do my dirt's a
Little further down the map (Is that so?)
A little buck wilding, Island called Stat'
Where niggas carry gats in
They Black Moon hat
Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap
And you's an unknown with a faulty contract
Wake up and smell the
Met-chod motherfucker contact
Villain in the cypher from the
Foe when head crack
An Indian giver and I'm out to take it back
Shaolin Island, baby where you at?
A runaway train that be runnin on ya track
That's how it's goin down, yeah
It's goin down
I gets my thang in action
To live, to love, to see, to learn
Yo! Tell em what's happenin!
(What's happenin?
I'll tell yo' ass what's happenin
Tell em what's happenin
It's goin on out here -
Brothers ain't got no peers
And they smokin funny -
Shuddup yo' damn mouth)
I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
Spot ya twenty points and
You still can't score
NUTTIN - cause you ain't got
No points in this game
Kid you FRONTIN - I'm home run hittin
You be buntin
Fresh out the toilet, I got my shit together
When I'm good, I'm good, when bad, I'm better
You want it? Whatever - I'll
Be the stormy weather rain comin down
So weatherproof you're leather
JACKET, a nigga with a AXE couldn't HACK IT
I spark em like a match (ssskt)
Coming back it's the Met-chod, say it loud
I'm the Met-chod, Man - clap yo' hands
Now check it
See me in the mix, rollin fat, bustin flicks
While my physical brother came through
And got me lift
Niggas, that I walk by, give me the eye
The moment is fuckin me up, killin my high
Nigga get back, ya pussy cat, I'm fearsome
Basically THAT, I'm all of THAT
And then some
While I, was out on tour, goin beserk
I heard you was at the
Sandbox and kickin DIRT
All on my name but you can't pull my file
You don't know me
And you don't know my style
Comin out dere like dat dere, Yeah
Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bear
(Ahhheheh, I taught the boy
Everything he KNOW
Go on you bad motherfuckers
See I told you that kid
Go back to that Dolemite
Everybody needs to love Dolemite
I love Dolemite, you love Dolemite
Hey, how you doin nigga, I know you
Knowin I didn't when I did meth Tical
Shiiit, I told the boy
If you can't get yourself a ten
The least you can do is fuck five twos
And we out, Method)