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Utwór: Four Seasons

  • wykonawca: Method Man
  • album: Blackout
  • wyświetleń: 1002

[Redman]
  Bitch!
  Brick City, yo
  Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young
  At 8 paint chips the rare moon ----
  That pair mics, my maintenance
  I battle you and then me and Meth exchange shifts
  For money, to your house arrest anklet
  I take it all, if not, here's a thousand
  Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men
  I'm constant, on that paper chase
  Blow zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
  Doc serve to you to liquor in the plate
  Battle royal, in the ring smoking like ought to owe ya
  Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment
  Hit 95 then I hide with the Waltons
  Down South, the forty-four feela
  I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga
  I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga
  Westside highway running, homo nigga
    [LL Cool J (Method Man)]
  I'm the sultan of the ghetto
  The homicidal aficionado
  I empty niggas out like Cristal bottles, uh
  When I battle, I'm breaking Bentleys down to gravel
  I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel
  I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you losers
  I knew my longevity confuse ya
  Big paper game, come on run into these flames
  Recognize the power of the royal King James
  Phantom Menace, that's why niggas make faces like they drinking Guinness
  When they realize I'm not finished
  I've been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh
  Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
  Platinum links, chicky-eyed blonde hair, honeys sippin' rainbow colored
  drinks
  Black thugs with white minks, ready to jack the brink
  Bend your little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
  That's why ya niggaz freeze when I step up in the building
  The Godfather's here giving blessings to his children
  Carrots shine, the world all mine
  Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
  Or bodies they collect, black Gotti shot a tech
  Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
  Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes
  We can do this one more time, I'll let you decide
  The Alizae swigger, I clock twelve figgas
  Think Goulianni's rough I got some real shit for niggas
  Never been defeated, niggas retreated
  Made the choice to be seated until my mission's completed
  Get loose, get loose, Method Man get loose
  What the world gonna do when my dogs get loose?
  (Blaze one) Blaze one (Blaze one) Blaze One
  Blaze, blaze, blaze one
    [Method Man]
  Now four corners, four seasons
  Four MC's with four reasons to bring this game to its knees
  And while you're down there, suck my dick
  My whole motto is fuck it
  Hit the smoke shop and blow my budget
  MC's abusing my bitch, using my shit
  I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my grip
  Now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do you?
  Go straight cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you?
  I do my best work stressed out and under pressure
  Deep inside the mind is where you'll find my buried treasure
  I'm still wild, still Tical
  Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
  Sing a song a six street
  Pocket full of chits
  Too many rappers be on John Gotti's dick
  Now this is something that we don't rehearse
  Put that rap shit second, and hip-hop first
    [Ja Rule]
  Easy, ain't near niggas spitting like me
  Nor Murderers motherfuckin' INC
  Niggas will pass me, look me in the face, ask me
  Are y'all really on the way or did somebody ask me
  Ja the myth, ready hand me the fifth let me explain
  Your lil' man made me give him a lift
  So you ridin' with gangstas
  I'm up to a whole lot of other shit
  Murderers is the clique, niggas can't deal with
  Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to knife
  Lesson tonight by the four-four
  Niggas want more than a little bit, hot shit
  Ja Rule with Hot Nix I'm the best at that shit
  So bitches explain this
  We ride dick so well, head game from hell
  I love making them yell, my name
  Rule baby, And ain't shit gon' change, uh, uh
    [Redman]
  Yo Meth why don't you ask where all the ladies at?
    [Method Man]
  Where all the ladies at?
  All the ladies in the house with the real hair
  The clean underwear and she don't need welfare, make some noise
  Check this shit out
  

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