Method Man - Is It Me lyrics

[Method Man - Is It Me lyrics]

Uh yeah, y'all, guess whose back?
Heh cauli' flavored, momma crack
Yeah yeah scott Storch (Return of the great)
Mr m-E-F (aww shit) know what I said
Black people don't use the T-H, yo
(got it fucked up now) yo, yo

Guess who back though, crack dough, yes
Eyes is hat low
Stash 'dro, pimp on the side
You know how that go
Rap flow, major, taste the flavor
All natural high
Y'all gotta love it when the track go
(track go)
Ask Def Jam what's hot, three letters
M-E-F Man
Been stopped, that's off top, young
Fresh to death
And you're not, no matter what the job
I'm the best man


Rap CEO minus the yes man (yes man)
I know that's right, so act right
Staten on the map
Like fuck y'all, get stuck
Y'all and have a bad night
As I brush off my shoulder, that's right
My nigga Scott Storch keep
Bringing it back like (back like)
Oh boy, dig it, I talk about it and I live it
Been there, did it
Shitted and wiped my ass with it
These critics saw the train for brains
And must of missed it
If they ain't got the shit
They'll never get it (never get it)

Is it me, or is it these
Niggas in it for cheese
Is it me, all my enemies
Hating on Killa Beez is it me, or is it me
That ain't feeling MC's
With the top down, wheeling the v
Feeling the breeze is it me, or is it these
Niggas spitting the same
Is it me, all my enemies
Throwing shit in the game is it me
Or the industry that really got to change
Once again, it's Wu Tang
In case y'all forgot the name

I spit germ, early bird gets worm, now
Now that it's his turn
Clowns don't get turns, now
Fuck with a chick perm, when she get hot
You get burned you see I'm not kidding
Knowing these kids learn (kids learn)
And and I'm that dude, ahh-choo
And allerging to wake jewels
Blast if I have to
And y'all don't give me no hassle
Who rep Rotten Apple to death and get natural
Make hard beats pound like the track do
(track do) if you ask me
This raspy voice nigga is nasty
Khaki's hanging off of his ass
Eyes is glassy that's fucked, that's us
Niggas know where to catch me
At 1-800 GET-AT-ME (get at me)
My, flow's, no holds barred, Holy Jahad
It's the head nigga in charge, Meth
Back on the job
Like back in the days, back when
The game was hard
And when they reminiscenced over Wu, my God

Until these rap niggas stepped
Up, checked up, man this game is messed up
Next up, you know what it is
Don't get it f'd up
Meth, what? FYI, you need a heads up
And I don't mean to beat you in the head, but
(head, but) when you spit that, forget that
I eat these niggas food
And the shit wrapped
Where Cliff at? Tell 'em Mr
Meth got his shit back
The gift back, sign, sealed
Delivered and gift wrapped
And when you hear that click-click
(click-click) that's real talk
Some niggas will talk to the cops
Get killed off
Man how did you get caught with all the rocks
And still walk
No matter what you mix with a pig
You still pork, and money is still forced
(still forced)
Yeah, that was right on cue, new and improved
All these dudes try'nna walk in my shoes
Doing my moves but that's cool
Cause I'mma make it do what it do
With this W
Like I can I get a "suu" motherfuckers?

W T-R-B wu Tang Radio, Bitch

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