in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... [Verse Two: Tupac] So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like
Traduction: Method Man. Got My Mind Made Up.
't nothin funny cream Got a nigga seein things Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly Lethal weapon I'ma savage Still a method to my madness BLAST
blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off my coat, clearing my throat Chorus: Method Man I got my mind made up,
, been away for years Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some bitches bleeds niggaz'll feel the fire of my
got my back korn for the love and swappin' up of the tracks my brother cory d my man terry dale who brought it to the plate and made it sound great
to see You were my destiny With you I'll spend my time I'll dedicate my life I'll sacrifice for you Dedicate my life for you I got a love jonz for your
got some real shit for niggas Never been defeated, niggas retreated Made the choice to be seated until my mission's completed Get loose, get loose, Method Man
my dick [Verse Five: Method Man] Til my man Raider Ruckus come home It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the
electric chair Out of your mind, deaf, dumb and blind Don't know how people can be so unkind Grown up too soon, grown up too soon Too many wolves looking up
funky picture I portray and before I hit the court I made it my forte cause I got this, you can come and get this, cause my method is the most and I boast
beast Wilding in my headphones, red in my stones Good ganja out, if I die fill up my headstones With water, dough, acid and gold classics All my niggaz
my little seed Can it be, the ice have us trife life, made me grab the knife The righteous man would be within these stripes pipes Take in my energy,
hottest block [Method Man] As the world turns, I spread like germs Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn It's my testament to those burned Play my
up on your shit nigga [*cop's walkie talkie still babbling*] [Method] Aiyyo you got a light? [THE PIG] Excuse me can you put that out please? [Method]
Santa in December But guess what, my Wally's got messed up Autograph presser what, blast enough to blow your rest up We scrape that, Land O' Lake that My
