Mef vs. Chef 2

By Method Man

On Wu-Massacre

Released on March 9, 2010

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[Intro: Raekwon]

Yo

Blow my nose for me, man

Word up, man (Fuck them)


[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Spit in your mouth, piss on your bitch

We them risk getters, everything real 'bout this

Duke, you fucking with them niggas that's splashed up

Slave master's master, dumb move, blast your slut

We want it all, living in Persia, burn something

Snow White rose, bulldog ershkama

(Yo, take— Yo, drive that around the corner, come here, Ershkama, come here, Ershkama)


[Verse 2: Method Man]

Yeah, shit on your crew, nigga, it's Wu

Rap athletes, the track sheet bigger than you

If you ask me, the cash rule

Nigga, eat that pussy, you cat food

I sneeze on the track, get at you

I'm sick in the head, I'm getting some head

If she ain't 'bout getting some bread, don't get in this bed

Real talk, mami, you gotta bounce (Come on)


[Verse 3: Raekwon]

Wild like Indians, Al Capone-ians

Not from Chicago, my gun named Margo

It's only when we in beef, we humble and deep

Might kill four-five niggas, die in my sleep

I argue though, who the best? We hardly know

I came through in the S, wash me, yo

(Yo, yo, do that for me, dunny, he around here, man, go around that car)


[Verse 4: Method Man]

Niggas dig in they nose and dig in they ass

When I got chips, can't none of y'all dig in my bag

I pop shit, my killers is black

I got chicks that got chicks, my real world realer than rap

I'm hot, bitch, material, Meth beyond lyrical

Wake up every morning, eat that Captain Crunch cereal

That's that shit right there


[Verse 5: Raekwon]

Dick game super, grouper fish

Cris' Krug lottos, I'ma bring it back, one wish

Fresh to death, I'm always

Always Rae in the hallways, yeah, always stay

Y'all rappers gon' feel my pain

But the other way around, when it's going down, I'm gon' reign

That's my chair, nigga, get the fuck out of it


[Verse 6: Method Man]

Yo

Fuck you, pay me

If Dirt Dog could see me now, he'd probably say, "Fuck you, pay me"

Blowing smoke clouds, shit's crazy

Durag your dome, get wavy

Rap ain't done shit for me lately

It's ass backwards, this game trying to play me

I bet this never happens to Jay-Z

Get money, fuck them haters, real talk


[Verse 7: Raekwon]

Pay me, play me, weigh he just the right measurement

This may happen in a day, G

I'ma keep it real for real G's, niggas is lame

Industry pussies, we can't feel these

Regardless that, I'm paid in flossy

Rich in the mind, I do this for the nine niggas who forced me

Y'all niggas is playing me, man, f—