Method Man - What the Blood Clot!?! lyrics
[Method Man - What the Blood Clot!?! lyrics]
Shit is banging! You see what I'm
Saying? Our shit is banging!
(Our shit is staining, son) Yo
Shaolin running this shit, son!
Running this shit!
(Staining) What's up, Y-Kim? 'Sup, nigga?
What's up, man? What's up?
What's up? Representing Brownsville
Know I'm saying? Base
Peace to all my Brownsville niggas!
The alcoholics son What's going on, son?
Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers!
Bedford-Stuy, nigga!
(yeah, peace to the valley goat)
Peace to my Wild Wild West Brighton niggas!
(Big up The Bridge) yeah, FUCK outta here
Nigga
All I hear is gun shots
Can I touch something? What the Blood Clot!?!
Nigga want Tical, make it happen
You know my fucking style, fuck the rapping
We can take it back to '85 if
You wanna start acting like you live
It's all good, I'm rolling with my clique
Owls, Backwoods and Phillies
Smoking cess blunts
Mixed with illy got me flustered
Now the whole world looks dusted
I'm in the area with the
Steel that never rusted
For real, nigga touch it and you burn
When will motherfuckers learn?
What be spreading like a
Germ? Haha, it's Meth, word
I be that early bird that got the
Worm and if you check it i'm on point
Like a fax machine you get the message
It be's no question it's them
Bust the second guessings
Keep your thoughts on your lessons
What the Blood Clot!?!
To tell the truth you don't amaze me
Killa Hill Project
A Star Trek phaser couldn't faze me
What? Check the Raider Ruckus, fuck this
Smoke a Dutchmaster
Have 'em screaming for the dutchess
Yeah, I gotta have it
So I strive to stack my papes
If I don't do it for mydelf
I'ma do it for Kase 'Cause that's my peoples
I'm giving you injections that be lethal
Weapons, when niggas start to half stepping
Then I get evil
But don't let that negative vibe
Right there mislead you
I'm humble, a fucking Killa Bee
Far from bumble
I sting you - bzzz - and I bring you
Thirty-six Chambers of head banger, bitch
What ya deal with? I think
The mic's on the fritz
Faggot soundmen, they be sabotaging shit
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Meth Tical
Let the whole world know my fucking name
What the Blood Clot!?!
Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm saying?
Keep it reals on this thing
First of all I'd like to give a big up
Peace and shout out
To my brothers in the belly of the beast
Raider Ruckus, we friends to the
End and back again, baby one love
Gin Lover, Shitty Brown, Pus Head, Pil
The PLL stack DAT, Dusty, Storm, Suu!
We still in here, nigga
Jamel, one love, baby, Nice
Uncle Eric aka Shane, I ain't forget you
Nigga shakim, Nutt, Big Shaft, K fisk
Big Free from Cipher Heat
All the fugitives on the run
Everybody from Rikers Island to San Quentin
And a big major shout out to my old
Dad who just got home on work release
Keep your heads up niggas
My people!
(yeah that nigga fucking Dirty Bastard, God
That nigga is crazy)
Fucked with a napkin on his dick (laughter)
Saying? Our shit is banging!
(Our shit is staining, son) Yo
Shaolin running this shit, son!
Running this shit!
(Staining) What's up, Y-Kim? 'Sup, nigga?
What's up, man? What's up?
What's up? Representing Brownsville
Know I'm saying? Base
Peace to all my Brownsville niggas!
The alcoholics son What's going on, son?
Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers!
Bedford-Stuy, nigga!
(yeah, peace to the valley goat)
Peace to my Wild Wild West Brighton niggas!
(Big up The Bridge) yeah, FUCK outta here
Nigga
All I hear is gun shots
Can I touch something? What the Blood Clot!?!
Nigga want Tical, make it happen
You know my fucking style, fuck the rapping
We can take it back to '85 if
You wanna start acting like you live
It's all good, I'm rolling with my clique
Owls, Backwoods and Phillies
Smoking cess blunts
Mixed with illy got me flustered
Now the whole world looks dusted
I'm in the area with the
Steel that never rusted
For real, nigga touch it and you burn
When will motherfuckers learn?
What be spreading like a
Germ? Haha, it's Meth, word
I be that early bird that got the
Worm and if you check it i'm on point
Like a fax machine you get the message
It be's no question it's them
Bust the second guessings
Keep your thoughts on your lessons
What the Blood Clot!?!
To tell the truth you don't amaze me
Killa Hill Project
A Star Trek phaser couldn't faze me
What? Check the Raider Ruckus, fuck this
Smoke a Dutchmaster
Have 'em screaming for the dutchess
Yeah, I gotta have it
So I strive to stack my papes
If I don't do it for mydelf
I'ma do it for Kase 'Cause that's my peoples
I'm giving you injections that be lethal
Weapons, when niggas start to half stepping
Then I get evil
But don't let that negative vibe
Right there mislead you
I'm humble, a fucking Killa Bee
Far from bumble
I sting you - bzzz - and I bring you
Thirty-six Chambers of head banger, bitch
What ya deal with? I think
The mic's on the fritz
Faggot soundmen, they be sabotaging shit
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Meth Tical
Let the whole world know my fucking name
What the Blood Clot!?!
Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm saying?
Keep it reals on this thing
First of all I'd like to give a big up
Peace and shout out
To my brothers in the belly of the beast
Raider Ruckus, we friends to the
End and back again, baby one love
Gin Lover, Shitty Brown, Pus Head, Pil
The PLL stack DAT, Dusty, Storm, Suu!
We still in here, nigga
Jamel, one love, baby, Nice
Uncle Eric aka Shane, I ain't forget you
Nigga shakim, Nutt, Big Shaft, K fisk
Big Free from Cipher Heat
All the fugitives on the run
Everybody from Rikers Island to San Quentin
And a big major shout out to my old
Dad who just got home on work release
Keep your heads up niggas
My people!
(yeah that nigga fucking Dirty Bastard, God
That nigga is crazy)
Fucked with a napkin on his dick (laughter)