Method Man - The Show lyrics
[Method Man - The Show lyrics]
"Wanna see the world, ain't scared to do it
Even if, your shocked by it
Me and you, lost when you do it
By myself, better off bein' you"
Smoke cess nigga, smokin' that AK
Northern lights, yeah stick 'em!
Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet
Baby doll
Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, SI
Better known as the crooked letter I
Come on! Self Service
Y'all know me since '93
Now let that weed burn
Back in this bitch, class dismissed
It's the return
Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn
Takes a germ to kill a germ
When will y'all killas learn
Your only as good as your last hit
Soon as you put them automatics
On safety that's it
I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets
Till you blasted, the outcome, ashes to ashes
We make classic, huh
Bring you a rougher sound
You either up or down
Don't get that ass kicked
Ya'll niggas fuck around
Y'all only tough around
The crowds, scared to bust a round
Don't get that ass kicked
What part of the game is this?
I came to break bread, evidently
Y'all killas came to bitch, nigga
So, whose the whipped nigga, don't even trip
Nigga some say they pull trigga
I think they bullshitter
I just begun to fight
If mommy like daddy talk
Then daddy might get him some tonight
Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics
Give me
Some weed and a light to get my mind right
Is he, the illest MC
To ever play the tough city
To find out it'll cost you bout a buck fifty
Across your face swiftly
My after taste shitty
Whose built by New Yitty
Whose milked like two titties
And I ain't even got to say my name
I got this duck wit her legs
Up like, "say my name, trick"
You think it's all a game
Like pussy all the same
I'm speakin' toilet slang
Not seakin' hall of fame
It's raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dooky
Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie
That like to pop snoopy
Think she gon' pop coochie
Just cuz you got Gucci
Don't mean you not hoochie
Girl, I tell it like a T-IN
Ain't no other kids eatin' till
I feed my kids
Trick, oh, you ain't crushin', sister
I can't do nothin' wit you
My money's celebate, honey
And we ain't fuckin' wit you
I do it for the nookie
Some say I'm too pushy
Only thing better than pussy
That's some new pussy
There that go, looky, it's gettin' ugly even
With niggas so broke
They couldn't spend a lovely evening
Yeah, that's it yeah, Method Man has just
Left the muthafuckin' building
Even if, your shocked by it
Me and you, lost when you do it
By myself, better off bein' you"
Smoke cess nigga, smokin' that AK
Northern lights, yeah stick 'em!
Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet
Baby doll
Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, SI
Better known as the crooked letter I
Come on! Self Service
Y'all know me since '93
Now let that weed burn
Back in this bitch, class dismissed
It's the return
Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn
Takes a germ to kill a germ
When will y'all killas learn
Your only as good as your last hit
Soon as you put them automatics
On safety that's it
I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets
Till you blasted, the outcome, ashes to ashes
We make classic, huh
Bring you a rougher sound
You either up or down
Don't get that ass kicked
Ya'll niggas fuck around
Y'all only tough around
The crowds, scared to bust a round
Don't get that ass kicked
What part of the game is this?
I came to break bread, evidently
Y'all killas came to bitch, nigga
So, whose the whipped nigga, don't even trip
Nigga some say they pull trigga
I think they bullshitter
I just begun to fight
If mommy like daddy talk
Then daddy might get him some tonight
Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics
Give me
Some weed and a light to get my mind right
Is he, the illest MC
To ever play the tough city
To find out it'll cost you bout a buck fifty
Across your face swiftly
My after taste shitty
Whose built by New Yitty
Whose milked like two titties
And I ain't even got to say my name
I got this duck wit her legs
Up like, "say my name, trick"
You think it's all a game
Like pussy all the same
I'm speakin' toilet slang
Not seakin' hall of fame
It's raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dooky
Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie
That like to pop snoopy
Think she gon' pop coochie
Just cuz you got Gucci
Don't mean you not hoochie
Girl, I tell it like a T-IN
Ain't no other kids eatin' till
I feed my kids
Trick, oh, you ain't crushin', sister
I can't do nothin' wit you
My money's celebate, honey
And we ain't fuckin' wit you
I do it for the nookie
Some say I'm too pushy
Only thing better than pussy
That's some new pussy
There that go, looky, it's gettin' ugly even
With niggas so broke
They couldn't spend a lovely evening
Yeah, that's it yeah, Method Man has just
Left the muthafuckin' building