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lirik lagu method man - the what

i used to get feels on a b-tch
now i throw shields on the d-ck
to stop me from that hiv sh-t
and n-gg-z know they soft like a twinkie filling
playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing

biggie smalls is the illest
your style is played out, like arnold wondered
“what you talking ’bout willis?”
the thrill is gone, the black frank white
is here to excite and throw d-ck to dyk-s

b-tches, i like ’em brainless
guns, i like ’em stainless steel
i want the f-ckin’ fortune like the wheel
i squeeze gats ’til my clips is empty
don’t tempt me
(t h o d man)
you don’t want to f-ck with biggie

here i am, i’ll be d-mned if this ain’t some sh-t
come to spread the b-tter lyrics over hominy grit
it’s the low killer death trap, yes, i’m a jet black ninja
coming where you rest at, surrender

step inside the ring, you’se the number one contender
looking cold booty like your p-ssy in december
n-gg- stop b-tching, b-tton up ya lip and
from method, all you getting is a can of -ss whipping

hey, i’ll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping
acting as if it can’t happen
you front and got me mad enough to touch something
yo, i’m from shaolin island and ain’t afraid to bust something

so what cha want, n-gg-? ya punk, n-gg-
i got a six-shooter and a horse named trigger
it’s real, ninety-four, rugged raw
kicking down your godd-mn door
(and it goes a lil’ something like this)

f-ck the world, don’t ask me for sh-t
and everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it
honies, shake your hips, ya don’t stop
and n-gg-z pack the clips, keep on

verse two, coming with that olde e brew
meth tical, putting n-gg-z back in i.c.u.
i’m lifted, troop, you can bring yours wack -ss crew
i got connections, i’ll get that -ss stuck like glue

no question, i be coming down and sh-t
yo, i gets rugged as a motherf-cking carpet get
and n-gg-z love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
i spark and they cells get warm, i’m not a gentle, man

i’m a method man
baby, accept it, utmost respect it
(-ssume the position)
stop, look and listen
i spit on your grave, then i grab my charles d-ckens

welcome to my center
honies feel it deep in they placenta
cold as the pole in the winter
far from the inventor but i got this rap sh-t sewed

and when my mac unloads
i’m guaranteed another video
ready to die, why i act that way?
pop duke left mom duke
the f-got took the back way

so instead of making hoes suck my d-ck up
i used to do stick-up
’cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups
excuse me, flows just grow through me

like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
it’s the praying mantis
deep like the mind of farrakhan
a motherf-cking rap phenomenon

plus
(i got more glocks and techs than you)
i make it hot
(n-gg-, won’t even stand next to you)
n-gg-, touch me, you better bust me
three times in the head
or motherf-cker’s dead, ya thought so

f-ck the world, don’t ask me for sh-t
and everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it
honies, shake your hips, ya don’t stop
and n-gg-z pack the clips, keep on

- lirik lagu method man

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