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Correct Presidential Mc Lyrics
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(feat. Raekwon, RZA) [Intro: (kung fu sample) Method Man] [kung fu fighting] Yeah, uh, heheheh (That's Shadowboxing!) Yo... [Method Man] It's that Blackout, spazzed out, G-String divas Leave you assed out, passed out, it's cold Pack your heat up, blow your back out You bad mouth, make 'em all believers Throwing rocks from a glass house, y'all ain't perfect either See that cheeba and that hash out (garbage day tomorrow) And I have yet to take that trash out, or emptied this cigar RZA, Rah, we amped, eh, Meth is on his job It ain't nothing, like the French say; "che sera sera" So let's move on, until the day we laying in the casket With them suits on, and I'm so cool that hell is only luke warm Been too strong, for too, long, I'll probably die With my boots on, and on my way to cash a coochie coupon You know I'm, proper, don't let them boys confuse you The fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by Yoo-Hoo Wu-Tang, welcome to the House of Flying Daggers Where the truth aim, flying out the mouth of flying rappers There it is... [Chorus: Method Man] Now, ask yourself, is this for real, it can't be My, nigga, if it ain't for real, it ain't me I, elect myself as presidential M.C. I, elect myself as presidential M.C. Now, ask yourself, why is he so low key Why, is niggaz pimpin' when the game chose me I, elect myself as presidential M.C. I, elect myself as presidential M.C. [Raekwon] Yo, blew 'em and hit 'em, and he went into a spin cycle Outblew his liver, a river flooded, what's happening It's drugs we wanted, gloves buttered, thug coverage This is Fila, white sneaker, Louis Vitton luggage I came, representative huddle, they all love you That W, the legacy of little niggaz muggin' you The fuck, what's up with you, yo, you suck, nigga Benches used to pluck niggaz, we be on the roof, like "fuck you" Them red beams is coming, losers, got to walk the plank Users, with uzi's on 'em, you move, you getting spanked Shank broilers banked, alcoholics ranked ballers They should call us, I rock mad ice like a walrus The lamesters decided to lure us, we was up in Freedomtown Getting weeded, one Bentley tour bus, you might like the mack and explore dust You can't fuck with all of us, one of us dropped, there's twenty more of us [Chorus] [RZA] Peel caps like tangerines, you shook/shake like tamberines Then, jet from the set, in the all black Lamborghin' Nobody seen me, bitch in a tini red bikini Niggaz saw her, because they thought they saw a genie Heidi Klum, pussy juicy, fat as a plum Picture on the wall in jail, niggaz jerk til they come God gargantuan, large, colossus, bombardment of darts Make your squad, throw tantrums Practice karma sutra on broads, pop bra's Leave birds with permanent scars, and shit like birthmarks Digi bark back at dogs, snatch flies from frogs Blow California chronic to despise the smog This shit I been with biz in the clearing, pigs sharing Got fresh, Wu-Wearing, motherfuckers not caring Then move through your community, with diplomat immunity Move to rep a two or G., shine like fine jewelry [Chorus] [Outro: kung fu sample] The Shadow Sword... Shadow Sword...
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