Method Man - Who I'm Iz lyrics
[Method Man - Who I'm Iz lyrics]
You know it, just like before, muthafucka
It ain't never went no where
We still drink forties
Still got niggas that'll whip
That ass for me, come on
The real way yeah another Rockwilder joint
Up in your muthafuckin' mouth, nigga
Come on put my fucking dicks in they mouth
I ain't playing with ya'll niggas, come on
Come on
Come on, God damn, hit with the with my what?
God damn, with the what? Huh
Muthafucka, mutha - yo, yo
I'm anti-everything, ya'll niggas is for
Eat up everything on my plate, then eat yours
Ain't got no table manners
I disrespect the law
Off that 99 bananas, disconnect a jaw
Throw your muthafucking hands up
Never comb my hair
Never pull my pants up, I keep it cracking
For the whole borough of Staten
Got to keep it ugly, bloody sanitary napkins
Catch me on the 14th of February, actin'
Like I got no love for this whole world
Smashing
Anybody asking, no questions, and answer
Pop another X for the extravaganza
Bong bong
Can't nobody fuck around with John John
Take you rappers on and your
Man with them pom-pom
From Vietnam, from the phenom, forever mo'
Back like before
You see my Clan, see my MO, act like you know
Who I'm is, at your crib
With his bad ass kids
Who I'm is, fuck ya'll nigs
We get down like this
Who I'm is, the phenom
Them niggas can't live
Who I'm is, we ain't got shit
Something got to give watch ya step, kid
(huh) , watch ya step, kid (muthafucka)
Watch ya step, kid, watch ya step, kid
(come on) watch ya step, kid
(yeah yeah) , watch ya step, kid (yo yo)
Watch ya step, kid, watch ya step, kid
(cook a bag of 'dro)
My middle name Mud, dirty water flow
Leave a ring around the tub, grimy mothafuck
Kid, I don't give a what
If you feel like I feel
Throw that third finger up to
The sky like such
Follow this, funky like some staircase piss
Take a wish
Breeze you when your track run sniff
Off the snow, that's the only way I can grow
We them kids in the back, yelling "wack"
At the show
Looky here, I'm steppin' to the game
Like it's my rookie year
Home court advantage, two blunts, one beer
Beware, I'm from a place, where
They pop for that CREAM and that bling bling
Yeah jimmy Crack Corn and I
Don't mothafucking care
So react like I'm strapped
Keep your hands in the air
Pain is the game, and it's full contact
I ain't got to say my name
Let the whole world ask
Ayo, Rockwilder
This beat is off the dog collar
Hit Ja Rule at D36 tell him to holla
At your nigga, murderous flow that I deliver
Consider this MC's last chance to reconsider
Their future, cuz ain't no future in fronting
My crew need something cuz we
Ain't used to nothing
The hardest MC's rock the hardest production
Dick stay hard all day like when we fucking
Meth with the FC, my disk's in the decks
Like the clip in the tech
And we risking your neck
If you fixing to flex, come in
Pour out some liquor for your dead homey
Ya'll still acting like ya'll know me
It ain't never went no where
We still drink forties
Still got niggas that'll whip
That ass for me, come on
The real way yeah another Rockwilder joint
Up in your muthafuckin' mouth, nigga
Come on put my fucking dicks in they mouth
I ain't playing with ya'll niggas, come on
Come on
Come on, God damn, hit with the with my what?
God damn, with the what? Huh
Muthafucka, mutha - yo, yo
I'm anti-everything, ya'll niggas is for
Eat up everything on my plate, then eat yours
Ain't got no table manners
I disrespect the law
Off that 99 bananas, disconnect a jaw
Throw your muthafucking hands up
Never comb my hair
Never pull my pants up, I keep it cracking
For the whole borough of Staten
Got to keep it ugly, bloody sanitary napkins
Catch me on the 14th of February, actin'
Like I got no love for this whole world
Smashing
Anybody asking, no questions, and answer
Pop another X for the extravaganza
Bong bong
Can't nobody fuck around with John John
Take you rappers on and your
Man with them pom-pom
From Vietnam, from the phenom, forever mo'
Back like before
You see my Clan, see my MO, act like you know
Who I'm is, at your crib
With his bad ass kids
Who I'm is, fuck ya'll nigs
We get down like this
Who I'm is, the phenom
Them niggas can't live
Who I'm is, we ain't got shit
Something got to give watch ya step, kid
(huh) , watch ya step, kid (muthafucka)
Watch ya step, kid, watch ya step, kid
(come on) watch ya step, kid
(yeah yeah) , watch ya step, kid (yo yo)
Watch ya step, kid, watch ya step, kid
(cook a bag of 'dro)
My middle name Mud, dirty water flow
Leave a ring around the tub, grimy mothafuck
Kid, I don't give a what
If you feel like I feel
Throw that third finger up to
The sky like such
Follow this, funky like some staircase piss
Take a wish
Breeze you when your track run sniff
Off the snow, that's the only way I can grow
We them kids in the back, yelling "wack"
At the show
Looky here, I'm steppin' to the game
Like it's my rookie year
Home court advantage, two blunts, one beer
Beware, I'm from a place, where
They pop for that CREAM and that bling bling
Yeah jimmy Crack Corn and I
Don't mothafucking care
So react like I'm strapped
Keep your hands in the air
Pain is the game, and it's full contact
I ain't got to say my name
Let the whole world ask
Ayo, Rockwilder
This beat is off the dog collar
Hit Ja Rule at D36 tell him to holla
At your nigga, murderous flow that I deliver
Consider this MC's last chance to reconsider
Their future, cuz ain't no future in fronting
My crew need something cuz we
Ain't used to nothing
The hardest MC's rock the hardest production
Dick stay hard all day like when we fucking
Meth with the FC, my disk's in the decks
Like the clip in the tech
And we risking your neck
If you fixing to flex, come in
Pour out some liquor for your dead homey
Ya'll still acting like ya'll know me