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... )...
