Method Man - Meth V.S. Chef Part II lyrics
[Method Man - Meth V.S. Chef Part II lyrics]
Yo, blow my nose for me, man
Word up, man (fck them)
Spit in your mouth, piss on your bitch
We them wrist getters, everything
Real bout this, duke
You fcking with them niggas
That's splashed up, slave master's master
Dumb move, blast your slut
We want it all, living in Persia
Burn something
Snow White rose, bulldog ershkama
Yo take that, drive that around the corner
Yeah, shit on your crew, nigga, it's Wu
Rap athletes, the trap sheet bigger than you
If you ask me, the Cash Rule
Nigga, eat that pussy, you cat food
I sneeze on the track, get at you
I'm sick in the head, I'm getting some head
If she ain't bout getting some bread
Don't get in this bed
Real talk, mami, you gotta bounce
Wild like Indians, Al Capone-ians
Not from Chicago, my gun named Margo
It's only when we in beef, we humble in deep
Might kill four-five niggas, die in my sleep
I argue though, who the best, we hardly know
I came through in the S, wash me, yo
Yo, yo, do that for me, go around that car
Niggas, digging they nose
And digging they ass when I got chips
Can't none of ya'll dig in my bag
I pop shit, my killas is black
I got chicks that got chicks
My real world realer than rap
I'm hot, bitch, material, Meth
Beyond lyrical wake up every morning eat
That Captain Crunch cereal
That's that shit right there
Dick game super, grupa fish
Cris' Krug' lottos
I'm a bring it back, one wish
Fresh to death, I'm always
Always Rae in the hallways yeah, always stay
Ya'll rappers gon' feel my pain
But the other way around
When it's going down, I'm gon' rain
That's my chair, nigga, get the fck out of it
Yo, fck you, pay me
If Dirt Dog could see me now
He'd probably say "Fck you, pay me"
Blowing smoke clouds, shit's crazy
Doorag your dome, get wavy
Rap ain't done shit for me lately
It's ass backwards, this game trynna play me
I bet this never happens to Jay-Z
Get money, fck them haters, real talk
Pay me, play me, weigh he
Just the right measurement
This may happen in a day, G
I'm a keep it real, for real G's
Niggas is lame
Industry pussies, we can't feel these
Regardless that I'm paid in flossy
Rich in the mind
I do this for the nine niggas who forced me
Ya'll niggas is playing me, man
Word up, man (fck them)
Spit in your mouth, piss on your bitch
We them wrist getters, everything
Real bout this, duke
You fcking with them niggas
That's splashed up, slave master's master
Dumb move, blast your slut
We want it all, living in Persia
Burn something
Snow White rose, bulldog ershkama
Yo take that, drive that around the corner
Yeah, shit on your crew, nigga, it's Wu
Rap athletes, the trap sheet bigger than you
If you ask me, the Cash Rule
Nigga, eat that pussy, you cat food
I sneeze on the track, get at you
I'm sick in the head, I'm getting some head
If she ain't bout getting some bread
Don't get in this bed
Real talk, mami, you gotta bounce
Wild like Indians, Al Capone-ians
Not from Chicago, my gun named Margo
It's only when we in beef, we humble in deep
Might kill four-five niggas, die in my sleep
I argue though, who the best, we hardly know
I came through in the S, wash me, yo
Yo, yo, do that for me, go around that car
Niggas, digging they nose
And digging they ass when I got chips
Can't none of ya'll dig in my bag
I pop shit, my killas is black
I got chicks that got chicks
My real world realer than rap
I'm hot, bitch, material, Meth
Beyond lyrical wake up every morning eat
That Captain Crunch cereal
That's that shit right there
Dick game super, grupa fish
Cris' Krug' lottos
I'm a bring it back, one wish
Fresh to death, I'm always
Always Rae in the hallways yeah, always stay
Ya'll rappers gon' feel my pain
But the other way around
When it's going down, I'm gon' rain
That's my chair, nigga, get the fck out of it
Yo, fck you, pay me
If Dirt Dog could see me now
He'd probably say "Fck you, pay me"
Blowing smoke clouds, shit's crazy
Doorag your dome, get wavy
Rap ain't done shit for me lately
It's ass backwards, this game trynna play me
I bet this never happens to Jay-Z
Get money, fck them haters, real talk
Pay me, play me, weigh he
Just the right measurement
This may happen in a day, G
I'm a keep it real, for real G's
Niggas is lame
Industry pussies, we can't feel these
Regardless that I'm paid in flossy
Rich in the mind
I do this for the nine niggas who forced me
Ya'll niggas is playing me, man