[Intro: Method Man]

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Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Method Man]

It's Meth, back on that old shit

Pick my ho's with the same finger I pick my nose with

These flows get hotter than most chicks

Get the picture? I'm focused, got nothing but cock for cock-roaches

Bitch, I'm gone before you noticed

Ducking these coppers, try'na make the coldest

Spot you with the bricks and the baking sodas

Me and my soldier, we taking over, taking payola

From all these stations and record labels rapin' the culture, tell 'em niggas

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[Verse 2: Redman, with sample]

Yo, I blow your minds, like Kurt Cobain

My block is hot like Lil' Wayne, I'll pop your little chain

I'm ready, hip-hop is not gon' be the same

Like the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the little change, nigga

I ain't scared, boy, yes sir

If I wasn't a beast, you niggas wouldn't whisper

I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self, I'm getting paid daily

'Cause keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me, nigga

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[Verse 3: Method Man]

Huh, now go figure I don't give a–

And any chick caught with dirt under her nail's a gold digger

Yeah, I tell the people, like I told RZA

"Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know, nigga"

Nah, no carbon copies, they ain't got me, but they can watch me

Jewels jingling, middle fingerin' paparazzi

Not too cocky, but still, ain't too many niggas can top me

So bounce you fucks and pull your shoes up, nigga

Walk on

[Verse 4: Redman, with sample]

Don't even blink, think fast, make the right move

Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube

I don't play, homie, I got my stripes, too

I'ma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga

Recognize, like Sam Snead'll "back down"

You sick and tired of wack niggas, then act now

I show you how it's done, nigga – Gilla House

Give you a whole clip, turn your ruby glitter out, nigga

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[Verse 5: Method Man]

And beat your feet up, I'm sick with these dice, so put your G's up

Sit back and light a tree up, while niggas better their re-ups

I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker

With women that key your car like Alicia

Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter

Tryna catch me a diva, then I'ma catch amnesia

Might spill a thong, but still a don

Still got love for my baby moms, we just don't get along – hold the fuck on

[Verse 6: Redman, with sample]

Walk on

Allow me to reintroduce -- nah, I don't need it

If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, beat it

Hop in at quarter to seven, black two-seater

Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner

Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady

Get that dough, Reggie – me fall off, really?

You better ask who the best rapper in your hood

And when you mimic me, motherfucker, do it good, nigga

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