Method Man, Raekwon - The Turn lyrics
[Method Man, Raekwon - The Turn lyrics]
"Everywhere I turn, I see, your face"
Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah
Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate
Ya'll yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
Yo, we the Gods
Still tear the whole hood apart
Darts that'll splatter through faces
Taste niggas hearts
I'm intellectual, plus professional
And Walbaums to vegetables
Shit is right here, like buyin' fly gear
Dare any white man or fan nigga
Ran through niggas
Blew shotties in niggas lobbies
The grand RZA
We left, the radio broke, I yoke my vocals
Hittin' green smoke
Allah Math', show me when the needle broke
Numb the whole crowd up
Stupid ass Loud fouled up
Never knew what they had
Now they proud of us
Picture my vision, precision
Lines jumpin' out of commission
Divine got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me
Rae, we gotta generate, lord
I feel the Ditech, the mildew
Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little
Wrap up the whole rap government
Go 'head, ya'll floss wit' it
Walk wit', I slap your boss wit' it
Navy blue, New York fitted
I'm cold frost bitted
Two puffs and off wit' it
You'll smell the herb 'fore I lit it
The spots is forfeited blocks is hot
Feel the shot from the fo'-fitty
With no regard for your boulevard
Just the shit bag and bullet scar
It's the Riddler, riddle me this
Riddle me that
Who the pretender? And who the door
Man that let them enter?
The Wu Tang, 36 Cham', what you smokin'?
Got you in the game chokin'
Like Van Gundy coachin'
Your street team, bunch of weaklings
Don't ever let me catch your reaching
Respect when a grown man is speaking
Shh, keep on sleeping, and just like TLC
I keep on Creeping
To five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin'
The heat seeking missile official
That got issue
Like Funk Doc got snot tissue
It's Hott Nikkels
"Everywhere I turn, I see, your face
But you're never there"
Shh shit ain't over okay, now, same shit
Different day, grinding, gettin' paid
Self at it, automatic
Guns that spit and spray
Gotta have it, ass grab it
Time to slip and weight
Godbody, House your Party
Watch the Kid N Play
Ya'll gon' make me go postal
Up in this muthafucka
House full of bloodsuckas and
Hoes that love hustlers
Roll that izza, pour me another kizza
Bigga, to my nigga
So drunk they can't get up
Shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes
Let the herb spots run til' the cops come
Suppose I was just another stick in the mud
On a Saturday thinkin'
How I'ma get the fifth in the club
See my crew thick
Everyday I fights to prove it
We comes undisputed, with batteries included
Honey's "bee" like Meth, I be like what?
They want some free CDs
I'm like "see these" nuts
If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' high
Tonight, say all right, haha
If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' drunk
Tonight, say all right, haha
It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah, yeah, ok
It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah
Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah
Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate
Ya'll yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
Yo, we the Gods
Still tear the whole hood apart
Darts that'll splatter through faces
Taste niggas hearts
I'm intellectual, plus professional
And Walbaums to vegetables
Shit is right here, like buyin' fly gear
Dare any white man or fan nigga
Ran through niggas
Blew shotties in niggas lobbies
The grand RZA
We left, the radio broke, I yoke my vocals
Hittin' green smoke
Allah Math', show me when the needle broke
Numb the whole crowd up
Stupid ass Loud fouled up
Never knew what they had
Now they proud of us
Picture my vision, precision
Lines jumpin' out of commission
Divine got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me
Rae, we gotta generate, lord
I feel the Ditech, the mildew
Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little
Wrap up the whole rap government
Go 'head, ya'll floss wit' it
Walk wit', I slap your boss wit' it
Navy blue, New York fitted
I'm cold frost bitted
Two puffs and off wit' it
You'll smell the herb 'fore I lit it
The spots is forfeited blocks is hot
Feel the shot from the fo'-fitty
With no regard for your boulevard
Just the shit bag and bullet scar
It's the Riddler, riddle me this
Riddle me that
Who the pretender? And who the door
Man that let them enter?
The Wu Tang, 36 Cham', what you smokin'?
Got you in the game chokin'
Like Van Gundy coachin'
Your street team, bunch of weaklings
Don't ever let me catch your reaching
Respect when a grown man is speaking
Shh, keep on sleeping, and just like TLC
I keep on Creeping
To five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin'
The heat seeking missile official
That got issue
Like Funk Doc got snot tissue
It's Hott Nikkels
"Everywhere I turn, I see, your face
But you're never there"
Shh shit ain't over okay, now, same shit
Different day, grinding, gettin' paid
Self at it, automatic
Guns that spit and spray
Gotta have it, ass grab it
Time to slip and weight
Godbody, House your Party
Watch the Kid N Play
Ya'll gon' make me go postal
Up in this muthafucka
House full of bloodsuckas and
Hoes that love hustlers
Roll that izza, pour me another kizza
Bigga, to my nigga
So drunk they can't get up
Shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes
Let the herb spots run til' the cops come
Suppose I was just another stick in the mud
On a Saturday thinkin'
How I'ma get the fifth in the club
See my crew thick
Everyday I fights to prove it
We comes undisputed, with batteries included
Honey's "bee" like Meth, I be like what?
They want some free CDs
I'm like "see these" nuts
If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' high
Tonight, say all right, haha
If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' drunk
Tonight, say all right, haha
It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah, yeah, ok
It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah