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  • wykonawca: Method Man
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[Meth]
  Jeeeez!
    Now right
  You know you dead wrong
  Yo know...
  Turn me up, turn me up
    Jab me with a fuckin' spoon
    You know you dead wrong
  For this one right here baby, for real
    Yo, yo, yo
  Another day, another dollar
  Sharks wanna bite don't bother
  'Cause this rhymes the truth, and
  The truths hard to swallow
  Don Dada, hard act to follow
  See Rockwilder with the iced out dog collar
  My crew want it all
  This bout is scheduled for one four
  We can build or we can brawl
  Yes y'all, last call for alchahol, damn!
  Monkey wrench fuckin' up the whole program
    [Chorus:]
    [Meth]
  Ooh
  Them don't no have to respect me
  Ooh
  Them don't no have to come correctly
  Ooh
  Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin'
  Big head nigga's don't listen
    Hot and ah yes
  My complex got a complex
  Livin' in apartment complex
  I'm cashin' chin checks every first and fifteenth
  Failed my urinalasist, they threw me in the clink
  5-0's can't stop the pot roll, Jonny
  Still Blaze, send young mc's to the potty
  Its side ways nine fifteen
  Be aware of the fatal flyin' guilintines
  Are you prepared?
    [Chorus:]
    Ooh
  Them don't no have to respect me
  Ooh
  Them don't no have to come correctly
  Ooh
  Time flow constantly the way time flow
  I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O.
    My crew swarm in, tell a bitch please
  Didn't mama tell you about the birds and the bees?
  Especially them killa's
  Girls night out with gorrillas (Meth acting like monkey)
  Too slow ya' blow catterpilla
  Son got game
  And he pack a Rosco, ?fleat coal? train
  Player we ain't playin'
  Crush assossiated labels, don't let me in, I push my way in...
  [Meth interupts with coughing]
  As I was sayin', I push my way in, fuck it
  How many suffered
  For this Hip-Hop, if I can't see it, can't trust it
  Tic-toc when will that fake shit stop?
  Flip flop battery go dead in the clock
    [Chorus:]
    Ooh
  Them don't no have to respect me
  Ooh
  Them don't no have to come correctly
  Ooh
  Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin'
  Big head nigga's don't listen
    Stapleton, the wild west Park Hill
  Port Richmond, now born jungle nill
  We dumbin', stunnin', bustin' to keep 'em comin'
  Nigga's with alchahol problems, a hundred miles and runnin', yeah
  Meth, I came here for crooks but I'm still here
  Called me every name in the book but I'm still here
  What up doc?
  This Looney Toon got 'em shell shocked
  Anvils droppin' out the sky once my hand cock
  Back, I check you in to the smack down hotel, while everythings black
  I'm like the cast in Belly I don't know how to act on wax
  Rockwilder bring it on back
    [Chorus:]
    Ooh
  Them don't no have to respect me
  Ooh
  Them don't no have to come correctly
  Ooh
  Time flow constantly the way time flow
  I live by the code, style is mad P.L.O.
  

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