Method Man - Somebody Done Fucked Up lyrics
[Method Man - Somebody Done Fucked Up lyrics]
Yeah one-two, one-two, it's Big M-E-F
The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab
Yo
On my way the weedspot, haha, what's good?
Fuck that, what's hood? Staten Island Advance
Big up to my man Magic down in MIA
What up cuzo?
Knock-knock, who is it, ah shitted
Hot peas and butter, come and get it
Somebody done fucked up, now
Meth spit it, I comes with it
Quick to tell these critics, eat a did-ick
Somebody done fucked up, now
Y'all done did it, done stepped in it
Now run and tell them niggas who the realest
Somebody done fucked up, now can you dig it
You'll never stop the kid up in the fitted
Live with it, somebody done fucked up
Look, I'm cutting corners on these clowns
Marijuana and pounds
Found with Staten Island niggas that run
Up on you with rounds
Take a drag, pass it around
Guess who back in your town
And the crowd vict'
With Officer Brown patting him down
Shit's thick, thick as harmony grit's
Cuz with some thugs ain't no, harmony bitch
Them niggas probably snitch
Y'all be the judge
Look what happened to Cocheese
What happens when your co-d's
Is talking to police, you dig?
Half a cig, let me fuck with ya wig
Although you loving the style
They're ain't a pedophile could
Fuck with the kid
Now that I'm back up on my, feet
Take it back to the streets
In the GM with your BM, in the passenger seat
Riding hood, by my hood
Ain't no hike in the wood
Life is good, it's so good
Live it twice if I could
Man, it's me, once again it's that Wu Tang
Crushing the shit that you bring
You know how we do things
Yo, pulling my shoes up, scuffing my Timbs
Back to when? Puffing again, who stunting
Cops fucking with them
Feeling the blow, goosebumping the skin
And on the scale
Of nothing to ten, a ten, man
It's nothing to him
See you can tell by how I'm clutching my pen
Like Mae Weather touching her chin
She stunting, going up in her friend
Tell the label give me something to spin
And every light got a price
You want a slice, but we ain't cutting you in
Man, these fiends know my past work
Held a monkey until they back hurt
Money talking, wonder what that's worth
And MCF, mean Cash First shit
Picture the kid
On the beach in Hawaii, minus the grass skirt
Blast first, ask questions last
Black herse, nigga, stretch yo ass
Y'all niggas know what this is
It's New Yitty, this ain't just a fad
It's M-E-F, and I ain't Biggie
But I'm just as Bad, boy
Yeah, Big M-E-F, Staten Island Advance
Motherfuckers
Word up, don't ever count me out
Just count me the fuck in
I'll be back for more
The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab
Yo
On my way the weedspot, haha, what's good?
Fuck that, what's hood? Staten Island Advance
Big up to my man Magic down in MIA
What up cuzo?
Knock-knock, who is it, ah shitted
Hot peas and butter, come and get it
Somebody done fucked up, now
Meth spit it, I comes with it
Quick to tell these critics, eat a did-ick
Somebody done fucked up, now
Y'all done did it, done stepped in it
Now run and tell them niggas who the realest
Somebody done fucked up, now can you dig it
You'll never stop the kid up in the fitted
Live with it, somebody done fucked up
Look, I'm cutting corners on these clowns
Marijuana and pounds
Found with Staten Island niggas that run
Up on you with rounds
Take a drag, pass it around
Guess who back in your town
And the crowd vict'
With Officer Brown patting him down
Shit's thick, thick as harmony grit's
Cuz with some thugs ain't no, harmony bitch
Them niggas probably snitch
Y'all be the judge
Look what happened to Cocheese
What happens when your co-d's
Is talking to police, you dig?
Half a cig, let me fuck with ya wig
Although you loving the style
They're ain't a pedophile could
Fuck with the kid
Now that I'm back up on my, feet
Take it back to the streets
In the GM with your BM, in the passenger seat
Riding hood, by my hood
Ain't no hike in the wood
Life is good, it's so good
Live it twice if I could
Man, it's me, once again it's that Wu Tang
Crushing the shit that you bring
You know how we do things
Yo, pulling my shoes up, scuffing my Timbs
Back to when? Puffing again, who stunting
Cops fucking with them
Feeling the blow, goosebumping the skin
And on the scale
Of nothing to ten, a ten, man
It's nothing to him
See you can tell by how I'm clutching my pen
Like Mae Weather touching her chin
She stunting, going up in her friend
Tell the label give me something to spin
And every light got a price
You want a slice, but we ain't cutting you in
Man, these fiends know my past work
Held a monkey until they back hurt
Money talking, wonder what that's worth
And MCF, mean Cash First shit
Picture the kid
On the beach in Hawaii, minus the grass skirt
Blast first, ask questions last
Black herse, nigga, stretch yo ass
Y'all niggas know what this is
It's New Yitty, this ain't just a fad
It's M-E-F, and I ain't Biggie
But I'm just as Bad, boy
Yeah, Big M-E-F, Staten Island Advance
Motherfuckers
Word up, don't ever count me out
Just count me the fuck in
I'll be back for more