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Method Man - Biscuits lyrics
[Intro:] What? What you want? Represent represent represent Yeah, represent, check it out check it out Yo mama don't wear no drawers! I saw her when she took them off! Standin on the welfare line, eatin swine Tryin to look fine, with her stank behind You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass [Verse One:] Are you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer? I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it Get lost, I break you off something I'm pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and You was nothin Bet ya thought ya fuckin clan had ya fuckin back but they was frontin Smokin dirt blunts and fuckin nasty stunts and Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin Get ya ship sunken, fuckin with a drunken Master disaster at enemy rap functions [Interlude:] Huh, just an echo Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back Sweet memories of you And you can even ask your crew Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass [Verse Two:] Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man? You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya 36 chambers, be out, youze in danger Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler Just recline, keep the Meth in mind I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time What? And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass All up and down the block, the street, the isle Whatever, smokin on a Spike Lee joint Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin niggaz get the point Cause they coul never, stop the veteran, word to God When I'm severin the HEAD of a mental vegetarian The Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of credit The cuties I desire, I be the first to set it off, flame on like the Human Torch Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store You can eat it all and it'll tell ya fast Meth-Tical got STYLE for ya nasty ass [Outro:] 94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize Wu-Tang killer bee The RZA and the Method MZA Raider Ruckus, where you at? |
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