Method Man, Hanz On , Streetlife - The Meth Lab lyrics

I'll give you three seconds to come
Out wit' your hands up, one, two
This is my own private domicile
I will not be harassed, motherfucker!

Welcome to the Meth Lab, listen
It's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen
We by the book start the fire
I can tell what you thinkin' just by a look
I'm a crook, like some fish in a barrel
I got 'em hooked
Blame the Method, your sanity took, go 'head
Admit it
You a meth head that live on the edge
Just need a push
I'm your pusher, supplier, I'm back
The cheese on the wire if a snitch burnin'
Wouldn't even piss on the fire
Now you kids learnin'
I ain't tryin' to preach to the choir
Now the kids earnin' like them
Dealers that he admire
Got that whip workin' like
I'm sacrificin' a virgin
That's a burden, but I'm
Certain you're feelin' it, after you try
You can't deny I cook a batch like, 'Woo'
Hazardous material, you'd need a hazmat suit
Now you lookin' at me like
'What's a hazmat suit?'
Somethin' used to move a body
You don't have that loop

Let's talk about trust
I told you not to cook my recipe
And you went ahead and did it anyway
Cause I never said I wouldn't cook it
Cause it ain't yours, it's ours, bitch

Hookers in the kitchen
Chemistry is the best recipe
Especially this shit, I'm takin' on bets
Pressure cookers, percolate 'em like chefs
Meth labs here to the West
Wools on them gear trims grassed
Mr barker, General, front and center
(What up?)
Got them burners wit' them bodies on them
Have me in cuffs
Killer's focused, slam it up in them trucks
Eyes low, grippin' the toast, trigger finger
Playin' it close
You think it's a game? It's imperative
We show 'em we live
These niggas playin' wit' this money
Funny how niggas die
They say it's over when the fat kid cry
Ratchets fly here to the Chi'

You think you can stop me from cookin'?
You cook whatever you like
As long it's that B work
These niggas be runnin' around in
The street wit' everyday
Don't even think about usin' my grade A
You should try and stop me, bitch

I'm in the meth lab
Concoctin' another concoction
Decisions, decisions
Just weighin' my options
The formula highly addictive
It's habit forming
Side effects life-threatenin'
The surgeon's warnin'
I write a prescription just for meth abusers
Regulate your dose intake for heavy users
For generations
I been servin' these rap fiends
Babies born addicted to the metric
Know what I mean? You're recoverin'
But you still use frequently
So wet your court hearin'
Judge show some leniency
Can't escape old habit's
So you copy the new shit
Wit' your kids in your cars, see
Pumpin' that Wu shit
We worldwide, supply and demand
I got the upper hand
Check my passport, global support
Informant lands non-commercial goods
That raw and uncut
That got them breakin' bad at
The gate for the re-up

What up, Street? Yo, what up, man?
We gon' put some "Welcome to
The meth lab" on there
Man, you know, it's straight gutter shit
Nigga yeah, you ready to get 'em this time?
Yeah, always, man
Alright, so I'm a leave it up to you
Go 'head, show 'em what you got