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Correct Tical Lyrics
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Method Man
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Correct Tical
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sounds*of fighting "You've* been lucky I... wish I got you last time En. garde I'll, let you try my Wu-Tang style "."I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style let's, begin then "!Intro Method: (and others) From the tip top (Aiyyo? aiyyo what, the fuck's up with light dude )?Yup One two (no doubt no, doubt) One two one two Yo one two uh, one, two one two (yeahh we, gon' be up in that) Ah one two uh, one, two one two (yeah light that shit up) Ah one two yo check, me out Chorus What's: that shit that they be smokin Tical? tical... tical, Pass it over here tical... tical... tical, What's that shit the niggaz smokin Tical? tical... tical, Pass it over here tical... tical... tical, Verse One Check: it I, got styles all, of em sick Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks I make em shit about a pile of, bricks to show He ain't nuttin but another a, lone John Doe That wanna flow here, it is comin, up shit's creek I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program sleep, And I'ma grow like, a rash on ya nasty ass In a whip with, no breaks and I'm hittin the gas It's a bird it's, a plane take, a look in the sky Method Man on some shit niggaz, call me The Fly Cause my style dates, back to hoppin turnstyles Make ya fear if, ya cutie in the chair you, can bet I'll Get severe on the double I harass it I don't look for trouble I'm, already trouble Ya bastard check, the wicked flows that I crafted Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered By a psychopathic way, beyond an average Joe with, a hellafied flow there, ya have it Chorus One two uh, one, two one two One two uh, one, two one two One two uh, one, two one two Check it out Verse Two What: goes off What? goes on The? Meth shit That we got is to stay high no, question Lethal weapon ain't, no time for half steppin When brothers start wettin everything in ya section Move that niggaz, came strapped shoulda, knew that Do dat pussy, cat rap boy, I'll, screw that To' up from, the flow up don't, even show up To the battle I, heard you rattle now hold up Is there a fuckin snake in my garden Starvin? for, a rap treat steppin, on my feet Pardon yo delf before, ya find yo delf In a FUCKED UP situation without, no help I'm not playin cause, I don't play with nobody God damn kid know, what I'm sayin I'm, peelin niggas wigs I be sprayin brother, with words Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM Chorus One two uh one, two one two One two uh (stick... a fat tical in your butt yeah, baby fuckin with tical) (yeah niggaz better recognize tical... )...
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