featuring Treach, Craig Mack, Busta Rhymes, Method Man Verse One: Treach Hey boo! Yeah did you remember the tip of tender fender bender from last September
'd be peace not greed, See, it's hell, Living in a cell, Legalize the plant only time will tell, You are a sacred being of light, Projected into reality
t fit On my crew-tombstone put 'We All Ain't Shit' [Meth] Yo', all you gonna be, wanna be When will you learn? Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait ya
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
, a pocet full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, HMMM Blacker than your blackest stallion Hit your house'n projects
me deep in ditches And I can't take it, but I'm gonna make it (Fading as Meth's verse starts: Fight to stay alive) [Verse 1: Method Man] I was raised
they at now? I'm I'll as baby powder with the smackdown, for the record My brain is like the project projected, for the Method Go see my nigga Kush,
knocked the fuck out Keep it ninja, take money, stay ninja I injure, any motherfuckin contenda (You better watch your motherfuckin mouth) [Method Man
did [beat drops] In the past there's something that they would like to forgive First, I'll tell you about their style, planned techniques The main style "Shaolin Finger Jab!" [RZA (Method
a piece of my voice? Oh that water was my liquid of choice Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet Powerful projection, noise is deafening
to these lies, they die younger In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children Ten feet gates surround the building keep us sealed in The projects
the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck "Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth "Bring it to em
with black pistols Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal [Method] Home on the range, rebel with a pen writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in Mista, Meth
squeeze dried leaf smoke Killa Priest from the tribe of Levi smoke out and not steal or blunt spill the indestructable Bobby Steel's is here [Method
Jr. never eatin large Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun Method
morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz Word to the camoflouge large niggaz Bitch niggaz fuckin my body Bring that fuckin meth in here Yo
clip and Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got Goin to war with the meltin pot hot [Method] It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth Movin on your left