Method Man, Chedda Bang - Water lyrics
[Method Man, Chedda Bang - Water lyrics]
Riding dirty, got a Ruger in your lap
Black suit, 7: 30
Couple shooters from the trap
They done killed the homie brother
What you s'posed to do with that?
Who gon' tell his baby mother that
Her dude ain’t coming back?
That kind of pain is hard to put into a rap
The block is hot and can’t nobody move a pack
When you shooting on-site
You aim the Ruger at his naps
Cut his tongue, hog-tie him
Things we usually do to rats
What? Who gassed you up and threw a match?
Don’t want police to line you
Up and you a match
Fool them clowns into thinking you a snack
Brought a gun to wash it down and
You can drink it through the tap
That’s my reaction, now react
Now try to picture Malcolm
X without the strap
If Meth Man could navigate the
Globe without a map
I could beat the pussy up without a scratch
Time ticking teams quick to get ya
I’m trying to bury about a trillion
Meth's Lab bitch catch us on ya
And when we coming
We be flowing likes it’s water
I’m so ignorant, spend it before I make it
Pour salt on my food before I taste it
Pour salt in your wounds
Right in the basement
All of us, statement, one vision, rich dreams
Couple scars, I heal quicker than Wolverine
Population, pink slips, quarter greens
Hood millionaires hide when the wolves out
Move with security
Hold tight to your jewelry
Uh – that’s my reaction, now react
Once your hood pass revoked
You never get it back
Benzes, Bentleys, nah nigga don’t tempt me
Trust I got it on me
I’ma squeeze till it’s empty
Lord forgive me, I need that new 550
With the cocaine seats, I’m so street
And when the police came, we don’t speak
From my hood to your hood
Ain’t nothing sweet
Time ticking teams quick to get ya
I’m trying to bury about a trillion
Meth's Lab bitch catch us on ya
And when we coming
We be flowing likes it’s water
Black suit, 7: 30
Couple shooters from the trap
They done killed the homie brother
What you s'posed to do with that?
Who gon' tell his baby mother that
Her dude ain’t coming back?
That kind of pain is hard to put into a rap
The block is hot and can’t nobody move a pack
When you shooting on-site
You aim the Ruger at his naps
Cut his tongue, hog-tie him
Things we usually do to rats
What? Who gassed you up and threw a match?
Don’t want police to line you
Up and you a match
Fool them clowns into thinking you a snack
Brought a gun to wash it down and
You can drink it through the tap
That’s my reaction, now react
Now try to picture Malcolm
X without the strap
If Meth Man could navigate the
Globe without a map
I could beat the pussy up without a scratch
Time ticking teams quick to get ya
I’m trying to bury about a trillion
Meth's Lab bitch catch us on ya
And when we coming
We be flowing likes it’s water
I’m so ignorant, spend it before I make it
Pour salt on my food before I taste it
Pour salt in your wounds
Right in the basement
All of us, statement, one vision, rich dreams
Couple scars, I heal quicker than Wolverine
Population, pink slips, quarter greens
Hood millionaires hide when the wolves out
Move with security
Hold tight to your jewelry
Uh – that’s my reaction, now react
Once your hood pass revoked
You never get it back
Benzes, Bentleys, nah nigga don’t tempt me
Trust I got it on me
I’ma squeeze till it’s empty
Lord forgive me, I need that new 550
With the cocaine seats, I’m so street
And when the police came, we don’t speak
From my hood to your hood
Ain’t nothing sweet
Time ticking teams quick to get ya
I’m trying to bury about a trillion
Meth's Lab bitch catch us on ya
And when we coming
We be flowing likes it’s water