throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up, come on... [come on] get in get in too [get on it] let it ride [get wit it] tonight's tha night
got these motherfuckers changin' on me Jealous-ass player-haters gaming on me Look out motherfucker homey-G As in gettin' motherfuckers 'fore they come get me Get
fuck jugglin I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker But I'd rather use my gun cause I get the money quicker, so bust it Look as I cut the records
pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on the real shit And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites They way they see it
it's more like a family not an ethnic trip more like an ethic see I write the rhyme today tell it to you later whether were coming in wack or what it'
'm so real {So real}, oh... You make me {You make me feel} Whoa and I love you to love you, baby, I {So gone}, ooh [Monica (Busta Rhymes)] Aye Busta Rhymes
t be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard It'll leave you physically
't care if these hoes love me or not long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop it goes on and on and on and it don't stop. [Chorus] [Verse Three
if these hoes love me or not long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop it goes on and on and on and it don't stop. [Chorus] [Verse 3:] One thing
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make
cooker Blowing niggas tops, what? Flipmode up in this bitch, The Rulership Movement nigga Check it, let me talk, check it, check it [Busta Rhymes] There
give it every verse I ever spit on one dis Cats talk shit this is what they get A grand prize two black eyes and a busted lip And for being rude we include
in me I be puffin on En-do-nesia indeed It don't come with no seeds, it don't come with no sticks It don't come with no extra added chemical mix Never
seen it every time they come and go That's why I drop to my knees and ask god to distinguish friend from foe and what do you know by the time morning comes
get fat off the fat cat While he thinks that he's getting over I bust a move as smooth as casanova And count another quick meal I'm getting paid for my traid but it
(feat. Busta Rymes, Rampage) [Busta Rhymes (Alicia Keys)] (Chew it up, Chew it up, Chew it up) Busta Bus' down somethin Crucial Keys in the spot Flipmode
?) Everybody! (Yeah?) Let's get into it! (Yeah!) Get stupid(Come on!) Get retarded! (Come on!) Get retarded! (Yeah!) Get retarded! Let's get retarded
it out coz this is how it go I?m sick with the rhyme - I?m infected Since ?95 the BEPs perfected The way we get down on the record We coming up, we heat