Method Man, Iron Mic - The Last 2 Minutes lyrics
[Method Man, Iron Mic - The Last 2 Minutes lyrics]
Yeah meth Lab 3
Let’s go
Uh pick my city up from the giddy up
New Yiddy up just like the
Metro transit my city bus eat 'em up
Since a young city buck been pretty plus
Sex in the city with pretty lady
Yeah pretty much
But all that pretty ain’t really us
What’s really up
And what is trustworthy if you
Ain’t worthy to really trust
This hooks to drop em
This uppercut is to lift em up
I pop and that’s apparent now call
His parents to pick him up
What’s all this switching up
Changing faces and Nip Tucks?
You wanted all the Juice than you Bishop
It’s Meth and I ain’t
Changed since Big’s "What"
I’m more like Heavy D, Mr big stuff
Before they had injections for big butts
I’m big clutch
Pocket full of Giannis that’s big bucks
No cappin to these rappers I’m big bruh
Been tryna fight the power like big Chuck
I’m tryna tell these cowards they get tucked
For tryna rush hours like Chris Tuck
What if Big made it back to NY from Cali?
(What if?) what if Martin and Malcolm linked
Up for a rally (Bang)
What if Pop Smoke and his
Folk didn’t drop the Addy (Damn)
Well I guess we’ll never know so
We still blow when the? (go)
I said what I said and I said what I mean
F that, period, bed look like a crime scene
Too many red-eye flights, I need some Visine
Your queen got a Pro-meth habit
I call her Rah Ali she not a side thing
Like Coretta, she like King
And King run the palace
I'm not a savage, that's Viking
Striking, Woods in my backpack, I'm high
King spiking these crutches
Feel like I'm doing the right thing
This love and Hip-Hop but y’all just
Here for the fight scenes
I scream whatever by charge him
Extra for ice cream
Bong, no Cheech and Chong just
A bond of nice dreams
My time mean money like
Audemars and Breitling
You pay the cost but don’t even
Know what the price mean
Go harder for the limelight
Don’t even know if the light green
Red light
Beam this ain’t hard as it might seem
But it’s harder than rappers tryna
Fit in them tight jeans
Meth lab it’s the last two minutes
You give us two minutes (don’t at me)
And we’ll give you the world, the world
The world
Let’s go
Uh pick my city up from the giddy up
New Yiddy up just like the
Metro transit my city bus eat 'em up
Since a young city buck been pretty plus
Sex in the city with pretty lady
Yeah pretty much
But all that pretty ain’t really us
What’s really up
And what is trustworthy if you
Ain’t worthy to really trust
This hooks to drop em
This uppercut is to lift em up
I pop and that’s apparent now call
His parents to pick him up
What’s all this switching up
Changing faces and Nip Tucks?
You wanted all the Juice than you Bishop
It’s Meth and I ain’t
Changed since Big’s "What"
I’m more like Heavy D, Mr big stuff
Before they had injections for big butts
I’m big clutch
Pocket full of Giannis that’s big bucks
No cappin to these rappers I’m big bruh
Been tryna fight the power like big Chuck
I’m tryna tell these cowards they get tucked
For tryna rush hours like Chris Tuck
What if Big made it back to NY from Cali?
(What if?) what if Martin and Malcolm linked
Up for a rally (Bang)
What if Pop Smoke and his
Folk didn’t drop the Addy (Damn)
Well I guess we’ll never know so
We still blow when the? (go)
I said what I said and I said what I mean
F that, period, bed look like a crime scene
Too many red-eye flights, I need some Visine
Your queen got a Pro-meth habit
I call her Rah Ali she not a side thing
Like Coretta, she like King
And King run the palace
I'm not a savage, that's Viking
Striking, Woods in my backpack, I'm high
King spiking these crutches
Feel like I'm doing the right thing
This love and Hip-Hop but y’all just
Here for the fight scenes
I scream whatever by charge him
Extra for ice cream
Bong, no Cheech and Chong just
A bond of nice dreams
My time mean money like
Audemars and Breitling
You pay the cost but don’t even
Know what the price mean
Go harder for the limelight
Don’t even know if the light green
Red light
Beam this ain’t hard as it might seem
But it’s harder than rappers tryna
Fit in them tight jeans
Meth lab it’s the last two minutes
You give us two minutes (don’t at me)
And we’ll give you the world, the world
The world