Method Man - Retro Godfather lyrics
[Method Man - Retro Godfather lyrics]
Come on (come on)
Take it back (take it back)
70's style (style) i'll do, anything
All y'all old school Studio 54ers
That's, my, word!
There's nothing in the world that I won't do
I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
I'll do, anything, anything
That's, my, word!
OD'n on this one fleein, all eyes seein
Dominant supreme being, face the mental
Deep concentration break the point
On a pencil
Keep my cliches out your dental, capiche?
Shit that I been through
Is cause for parental
Discretions no question my
Westside Connections
LA confidential, world don't stop
'less it's meant to, Staten residentials
You wit it? Wu Tang, Forever and a day
'til I'm old and decayed
I'm commited look ma, we did it
Top of the the world, tell it to my firstborn
And my baby girl, did it my way
Take the low road
On the highway, out the sunroof, yellin
"Thank God it's Friday!" Show a nigga love
If he got my sound pull the plug
He's not underground, call him mud
When I flood the airwaves
Household and stairways (rainy days)
Waiting for these paydays
Think not of the ends
If I got twenty, my brother get ten
Now let the madness begin motherfuckers!
There's nothing in the world that I won't do
I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
I'll do, anything anything anything anything
There's nothing in the world that I won't do
I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
I'll do, anything yo, yo, yo!
We got love for those with love for us
Baby you can look but don't touch
I'm fried off the dust
And plus, the only thing I trust is a fund
Ain't no fun, just paranoid niggas totin guns
In apparel
Keep us camouflaged in the shadows
That's where I bring this tale that
You never get to tattle
Obliterate the tri-state, and the crime rate
Tell them swine niggas fly straight
You can call it fate
And if it ain't mine, call it fake
Bottom line end the case
Spoonfeed the track just a taste
Of the side dish, soup of the day
I come Wright like N'Bushe
For them Dead Presidents
Fuck what you say, and he say, and she say
And they say
Vacate the premises, caught up in the melee
Sentence this song
To twenty-five years hard labor
In the system
Where it takes the form of my wisdom
Respect mine, take my time and protect nine
Next on the frontline, Mr meth
No more no less
What you see is what your ass get
Set it off I suggest
There's nothing in the world that I won't do
I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
I'll do, anything anything anything anything
There's nothing in the world that I won't do
I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
I'll do, anything anything anything
Not a problem that I can't fix
Cause, I can do it, in the mix
Not a problem that I can't fix
Cause, I can do it, in the mix
Take it back (take it back)
70's style (style) i'll do, anything
All y'all old school Studio 54ers
That's, my, word!
There's nothing in the world that I won't do
I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
I'll do, anything, anything
That's, my, word!
OD'n on this one fleein, all eyes seein
Dominant supreme being, face the mental
Deep concentration break the point
On a pencil
Keep my cliches out your dental, capiche?
Shit that I been through
Is cause for parental
Discretions no question my
Westside Connections
LA confidential, world don't stop
'less it's meant to, Staten residentials
You wit it? Wu Tang, Forever and a day
'til I'm old and decayed
I'm commited look ma, we did it
Top of the the world, tell it to my firstborn
And my baby girl, did it my way
Take the low road
On the highway, out the sunroof, yellin
"Thank God it's Friday!" Show a nigga love
If he got my sound pull the plug
He's not underground, call him mud
When I flood the airwaves
Household and stairways (rainy days)
Waiting for these paydays
Think not of the ends
If I got twenty, my brother get ten
Now let the madness begin motherfuckers!
There's nothing in the world that I won't do
I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
I'll do, anything anything anything anything
There's nothing in the world that I won't do
I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
I'll do, anything yo, yo, yo!
We got love for those with love for us
Baby you can look but don't touch
I'm fried off the dust
And plus, the only thing I trust is a fund
Ain't no fun, just paranoid niggas totin guns
In apparel
Keep us camouflaged in the shadows
That's where I bring this tale that
You never get to tattle
Obliterate the tri-state, and the crime rate
Tell them swine niggas fly straight
You can call it fate
And if it ain't mine, call it fake
Bottom line end the case
Spoonfeed the track just a taste
Of the side dish, soup of the day
I come Wright like N'Bushe
For them Dead Presidents
Fuck what you say, and he say, and she say
And they say
Vacate the premises, caught up in the melee
Sentence this song
To twenty-five years hard labor
In the system
Where it takes the form of my wisdom
Respect mine, take my time and protect nine
Next on the frontline, Mr meth
No more no less
What you see is what your ass get
Set it off I suggest
There's nothing in the world that I won't do
I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
I'll do, anything anything anything anything
There's nothing in the world that I won't do
I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
I'll do, anything anything anything
Not a problem that I can't fix
Cause, I can do it, in the mix
Not a problem that I can't fix
Cause, I can do it, in the mix