Method Man, Hanz On , Dro Pesci - Rain All Day lyrics
[Method Man, Hanz On , Dro Pesci - Rain All Day lyrics]
Hey i swear I never change
If I’m with you in the sunshine
I’m with when it rains
I’ll never switch, I’m still the same
Get caught up in the mix
I never snitch or give up game
I’m no squealer
Police be trying to pick the killers brain
Not familiar
That’s why some brothers go against the grain
I’m La Familia, I’m hands on
But that don’t mean the name
I’m tryna fill ya my hands strong
I ain’t trying to take your chain
I’m trying to kill ya
Orangutan, you monkeys tryna
Hang like you’re gorillas
I give you Wu Tang slash gilla
The object in the mirror, Mac Miller
My method is the illest slash illa
I’m trying to get the guap, cash scrilla
But whitey only see a crack dealer
Michael Jack thriller
This is not The Walking Dead
Rapper think he’s Chalky White
He get the white chalk instead meth Lab
Killing everything that’s in the way
Until the son say
The Meth Lab dudes don’t play
Had these dude thinkin’ damn, when it rains
It pours
News flash, Meth back, whole Staten with him
Couldn’t come to terms
How they playing with this rap
Don’t be understanding all the
Substance that it lacks
Gorilla out the traps, bout to flip
Ten years gone probably saw him in the flicks
Red tails Belly, motherfucker, was the shit
Rap coalition, meth lab, get em lit
Yo it’s crazy how these nigga’s try and
Do it like we did it
Careful if you copy end up
Money on your fitted side line critics
Hate the bully with the Wesson’s
I swear to god in heaven
Don’t get caught without your weapon
Caught without your weapons
It get ugly in a second
Sidearms hover like we bought
‘em from The Jetson’s
Meth lab, vocab, kill ‘em where they lay
Got ‘em sittin’ sayin’
The Meth Lab dudes don’t play
I’m used to the rain
I don’t see the sun too much
Nocturnal hustler grinding
Holding them drugs too much
Bench press my pen, on my fresh pad
Just left the crack house
I’m headed to Meth’s lab the tech jab
Cowards in their face when they
Scheming I bet cash
Frown up on their face leave ‘em bleeding
Who want’s what? That’s my attitude all day
You snooze, you lose
That’s why I’m making moves all day
The tool gonna spray
I suggest you stay in your lane
Staten niggas ain’t playing
You get banged for your chain
I bang with a gang
A poppin mind bangin up thangs
Accurate aim, well trained, angle and range
Dismantle your frame
Microphones blown into the flames
Pesci the name, Professional
Perfecting the game i’m wrecking these lanes
Sharpshooter killing all day
Had these haters say
The Meth Lab dudes don’t play
If I’m with you in the sunshine
I’m with when it rains
I’ll never switch, I’m still the same
Get caught up in the mix
I never snitch or give up game
I’m no squealer
Police be trying to pick the killers brain
Not familiar
That’s why some brothers go against the grain
I’m La Familia, I’m hands on
But that don’t mean the name
I’m tryna fill ya my hands strong
I ain’t trying to take your chain
I’m trying to kill ya
Orangutan, you monkeys tryna
Hang like you’re gorillas
I give you Wu Tang slash gilla
The object in the mirror, Mac Miller
My method is the illest slash illa
I’m trying to get the guap, cash scrilla
But whitey only see a crack dealer
Michael Jack thriller
This is not The Walking Dead
Rapper think he’s Chalky White
He get the white chalk instead meth Lab
Killing everything that’s in the way
Until the son say
The Meth Lab dudes don’t play
Had these dude thinkin’ damn, when it rains
It pours
News flash, Meth back, whole Staten with him
Couldn’t come to terms
How they playing with this rap
Don’t be understanding all the
Substance that it lacks
Gorilla out the traps, bout to flip
Ten years gone probably saw him in the flicks
Red tails Belly, motherfucker, was the shit
Rap coalition, meth lab, get em lit
Yo it’s crazy how these nigga’s try and
Do it like we did it
Careful if you copy end up
Money on your fitted side line critics
Hate the bully with the Wesson’s
I swear to god in heaven
Don’t get caught without your weapon
Caught without your weapons
It get ugly in a second
Sidearms hover like we bought
‘em from The Jetson’s
Meth lab, vocab, kill ‘em where they lay
Got ‘em sittin’ sayin’
The Meth Lab dudes don’t play
I’m used to the rain
I don’t see the sun too much
Nocturnal hustler grinding
Holding them drugs too much
Bench press my pen, on my fresh pad
Just left the crack house
I’m headed to Meth’s lab the tech jab
Cowards in their face when they
Scheming I bet cash
Frown up on their face leave ‘em bleeding
Who want’s what? That’s my attitude all day
You snooze, you lose
That’s why I’m making moves all day
The tool gonna spray
I suggest you stay in your lane
Staten niggas ain’t playing
You get banged for your chain
I bang with a gang
A poppin mind bangin up thangs
Accurate aim, well trained, angle and range
Dismantle your frame
Microphones blown into the flames
Pesci the name, Professional
Perfecting the game i’m wrecking these lanes
Sharpshooter killing all day
Had these haters say
The Meth Lab dudes don’t play