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Method Man
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Elements (Featuring Star And Polite)
作词:J Bratcher, Isaac Hayes, Jason Hunter, David Porter, M Singleton, Clifford Smith
There, there? One more game Yo, uh huh, uh huh Star
Surround sounder, blunt smokin', remy downer Hip-hop sizzar slingin' my raw in your flounder You get skidawed, undertakin' undergrounders This lyricist, lounge with low, that be lounger Aliens is out of townish, fuck applause Niggas clap now with forty pounders And forty-fours
Is it all, fair in love with war Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh My vocal cords break the laws that apply to nature Low and these niggas love to hate ya Request the henney straight no chaser Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya Now gimme yours
Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin' with weapons that homicidal Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars Allah punk, I'm hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin' like Christ Recitin' psalms in the streets of Babylon Verbs I gather well, scanning data shells My squad camouflage your wealth like the Bible with parables With the navigator, spittin' razor sharp, breath laser data That'll tickle you now but sway you later
On this one call me Lee Major Million dollar man, bionic or Proffesor Chronic Still not a player, I just fuck a lot the panty raider Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager Stankin' ass
Yo, Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the bullet You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it Bet if I pull my gun I'm gon' squeeze I'm startin' at your head, son, and stoppin' at your knees I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt mental Foul thoughts paralyzin' temples, it's just that simple
You better come with your best gun Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on
Best to come with your best gun Niggas be rollin', it's all war no fun 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Niggas be holdin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on
Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four fifth glock We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got was lip lock Heavy heat, steady street sweepin' your peeps Hawks, machete chops puttin' cease to your petty fleets This raw rebel got more metal than pop and rock groups When my glock shoots the scores settled A ground attack, I'm bound to clap rounds of rap Clowns are found flat, face down around the map Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five The size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle mine
I told you once, I told your ass a thousand times, chump Body in the trunk, stay in line punk Fucking with your mind?
Yo, you be the actual, sixteen bars, comin' after you Never go against my team, they might embarrass you Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed Put your hands up, I'ma put a hole in your paws Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro Two choices, bass off or either die slow We all scholars when it's time to clean a dirty dollar Attack the boards, it's like a rotweiler
Niggas comin' out they shoes like they Usher These motherfuckers on the run, and they socks from The bounty hunter, Iron Lungster, rain and thunder Here come the lightning now I'm strikin' back at niggas bitin' Pushin' buttons just to step away from self-destruction Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin' Suckin' away from bustin' Y'all brothers laugh now and cry later I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega
Whoopin' that ass, walk you dogs through the lookin' glass Been burnin' MC's since cookin' class Makin' it hot like the summer in the crackspot with blacktops My nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot on each block I'm the remedy, send them back to me After detock, shorty got knuckles in the Reebok Plus we got a problem with the Benz What's the problem with the Benz? She want the six-hundred, but she ain't got the ends
You better come with your best gun Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on
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