Wu-Tang Clan, Method Man - If Time Is Money (Fly Navigation) lyrics
[Wu-Tang Clan, Method Man - If Time Is Money Fly Navigation lyrics]
Uh, yeah choose a side
Look, vibe with me
Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me
Who kinda miss me can kindly miss me
You kinda iffy
Don't know the history? I'm from
The city of stop-and-frisk me
The cops is jiggy
They spot the blickey then try and get me
My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty
She pop her kitty"
He Bad Boy and he Poppa really
It's not a Biggie
See my committee, block offici'
It's not an ishy
Or I'm too lazy to cross roads, if not
I'm busy it's not a mystery who shot Ricky
But where the difference
Between the tré and the dough boy
We bred different so bear witness
This can leave you with head missing
If y'all can hear me
I guarantee you the feds listening
So I be spittin' in barcode
Nothin' left in the tap, dog
And after the last call, the bar close
This my Cohiba, cigar blow
Even Tony Stark knows the tension is
Thick as Wallabee Clark soles
But did I mention I'm sick
And gotta be hardcore
Hard-boiled, taking your base
That's what we ball for
Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for
Rappers stuck in limbo 'cause they
Were settin' the bar low
Every time I rhyme on a track
It's like a convo
King, we put the nine to your back
It's like you Rondo
When it come to John, though
I'ma slaughter a John Doe
Drag him through a drive-thru like
He ordered the combo hands on him
We wild style with the cans on him
Then come defeat
That's my beliefs and I stand on 'em
Give you the beats
No Doc Dre or brands on 'em
Some men want 'em
These verses hot and the fans want 'em
I'm from the school of them
Hard knocks with harder standards
I've been a hard rock before they
Added the Arm & Hammers
My meth bananas, bogus method
We call it bama gun on the camera so we
Can shoot them in panoramas
Na nana nana, I'm feelin' petty
But watch your manners
Use proper grammar so we could
Stop with the propaganda
No type of slander but tell them hoes
"I'm not your Santa" just want the body
Nobody tryin' to pot-and pan ya
Cop scanners
A fuller house but we not the Tanners
If shooters bringin' them Hawks out
Then it's not Atlanta's
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and
Stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and
Stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
Choose a side math vs Meth, Cival War
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and
Stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and
Stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
Look, vibe with me
Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me
Who kinda miss me can kindly miss me
You kinda iffy
Don't know the history? I'm from
The city of stop-and-frisk me
The cops is jiggy
They spot the blickey then try and get me
My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty
She pop her kitty"
He Bad Boy and he Poppa really
It's not a Biggie
See my committee, block offici'
It's not an ishy
Or I'm too lazy to cross roads, if not
I'm busy it's not a mystery who shot Ricky
But where the difference
Between the tré and the dough boy
We bred different so bear witness
This can leave you with head missing
If y'all can hear me
I guarantee you the feds listening
So I be spittin' in barcode
Nothin' left in the tap, dog
And after the last call, the bar close
This my Cohiba, cigar blow
Even Tony Stark knows the tension is
Thick as Wallabee Clark soles
But did I mention I'm sick
And gotta be hardcore
Hard-boiled, taking your base
That's what we ball for
Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for
Rappers stuck in limbo 'cause they
Were settin' the bar low
Every time I rhyme on a track
It's like a convo
King, we put the nine to your back
It's like you Rondo
When it come to John, though
I'ma slaughter a John Doe
Drag him through a drive-thru like
He ordered the combo hands on him
We wild style with the cans on him
Then come defeat
That's my beliefs and I stand on 'em
Give you the beats
No Doc Dre or brands on 'em
Some men want 'em
These verses hot and the fans want 'em
I'm from the school of them
Hard knocks with harder standards
I've been a hard rock before they
Added the Arm & Hammers
My meth bananas, bogus method
We call it bama gun on the camera so we
Can shoot them in panoramas
Na nana nana, I'm feelin' petty
But watch your manners
Use proper grammar so we could
Stop with the propaganda
No type of slander but tell them hoes
"I'm not your Santa" just want the body
Nobody tryin' to pot-and pan ya
Cop scanners
A fuller house but we not the Tanners
If shooters bringin' them Hawks out
Then it's not Atlanta's
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and
Stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and
Stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
Choose a side math vs Meth, Cival War
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and
Stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made
If time is money, I got time and time saved
I pull your blinds and
Stop shine behind shade
Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made