Method Man - Uh Huh lyrics

Everybody huh, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now, uh, yeah, yo

What up my people equal?
This be Tical: The Prequel
Shine up the desert eagle
Light up that extra lethal
I mean that "ooh wee"
Three years and two g's
I'm back with new trees
I wrapped in loose leafs
While y'all was just rappin'
Who get the set crackin'?
Just like a neck snappin'
Let's get this next platinum
What's happ'n Def Jam? Remember Meth Man?
I held your hand through them
Years when y'all was stressed, fam
That's why I still love you
And Russell still hustle
Let's get to pumpin' iron


And flex some real muscle
Up in this bitch due, my click is Rick Rude
And I ain't got the ivory
This ain't the flick, dude
Somebody told me, y'all can't hold me
Naughty By Nature
Do my dirt all by my lonely
You need back off bitch, you don't know me
Got to leave these hoes alone, they too nosey

Meth is killin', MC killin'
What more can I say, stop grillin'
That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood
And since y'all understood would you?
Would you? Would you? Would you?
Uh huh, that dollar day
That dollar dollar day, ey
That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey

Ok, the love issue
Don't let that love get you
My brothers love pistol
Doin' they thug dizzle
Bet y'all ain't know, did you?
That I'm a pro, did you?
Until the flow hit you, fuck it, I'm official
Bone wit more gristle
Thrown from chrome nickel
Place that don't tickle
Can't wait to zone wit you
I'm hard as stone chisel
Meth got his own little
Formula to go triple - for shizzle
Y'all know my occupation
I'm puttin' in the work
So any imitation, I'm puttin' in the dirt
That shit is aggravatin'
Why y'all procrastinatin'
I got some massive waitin'
And she probably masturbatin'
Welcome to New Yitty, where half is two fifty
If I got a problem
Then that's one problem too many
So don't tempt me, I'll bust until I'm empty
Swiftly, that way, I get the chance
To take you with me, muthafucka!

Meth is killin', MC killin'
What more can I say, stop grillin'
That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood
And since y'all understood would you?
Would you? Would you? Would you?
Uh huh, that dollar day
That dollar dollar day, ey
That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey

Yo, I got style, H rap round
Back up and back down
Act up, we back clown, last up to bat now
It's me Ticallion, swing like Barry Bonds
Mommy got a ratty thong, happy cuz daddy gone
Turn it up it a little bit, a notch
And it'll get
Cook it once the griddle gets so hot
Good lookin' kid
Ok, now where was I? Prepared, was I
Your man broke his jaw tryin' to say what I
Say on this mic, not a day in your life
Could ya
Say I ain't nice, could ya? If I ain't nice
Would ya? Get off my dick and tell
Your bitch to come her, she stuntin'
Can hear me "cummin'" like my dick's
In her ear or somethin'
I put that on my momma
She put that on her kids
He put that chrome on your dome
And blowed ya fuckin' wig
That's how it is, ask Bobby Dig'
We back on your block, with
'nuff shots to give, muthafucka!

Meth is killin', MC killin'
What more can I say, stop grillin'
That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood
And since y'all understood would you?
Would you? Would you? Would you?
Uh huh, that dollar day
That dollar dollar day, ey
That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
Meth is killin', MC killin'
What more can I say, stop grillin'
That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood
And since y'all understood would you?
Would you? Would you? Would you?
Uh huh, that dollar day
That dollar dollar day, ey
That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey