Method Man Lyrics
Method Man Lyrics
"Meth Vs. Chef Lyrics"
Let It Roll Lyrics
* Cold run "Speed Highway" was the place where we'd all go When our nerves were razor sharp, and we'd all let it roll Let it roll Let it roll, let it roll Let it roll ** Our machine's geared up, and we're really layin' it down Layin' it out, let it roll When these wheels get rollin' Let 'em roll right ove
* Cold run "Speed Highway" was the place where we'd all go When our nerves were razor sharp, and we'd all let it roll Let it roll Let it roll, let it roll Let it roll ** Our machine's geared up, and we're really layin' it down Layin' it out, let it roll When these wheels get rollin' Let 'em roll right ove
Intro:
Duel, worthy of a general
If you want to fight, fight with me!
One to one! Man to man!
Get ready to gel team!
Live and direct from the one-six-ooh
We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical!
It's about to go on, Tical!
You make the call, I make the call!
It's all for all
Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
(count my shells)
And there's about to be one left
(count my shells, nigga)
I know you know it'son kid
(Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)
*bell rings*
Verse One: Method Man
Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye
Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but t
Silver Lining Lyrics
Muffin's in the toaster I got my raspberry jam My grandpa was a sailor And he came into this land And he was looking for gold A pretty hand to hold Or some cards to fold At least that's, what I've been told Silver lining Silver lining where'd you go? I turn on my T.V. They got talking heads in space
hey caughtMuffin's in the toaster I got my raspberry jam My grandpa was a sailor And he came into this land And he was looking for gold A pretty hand to hold Or some cards to fold At least that's, what I've been told Silver lining Silver lining where'd you go? I turn on my T.V. They got talking heads in space
a bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short
of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening
style, blowing up the spot like ballistic
missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven
tearing up the power-u, Me-Tical
A bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck
hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front
out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain
of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments
A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat
Wrap a power in a tec, to wet
a nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases
Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever
Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer
Bobbin on
Stranger's Story Lyrics
Now listen to a story a stranger just told me of a love that he's not ashamed He has her no longer but proud he once owned her Though she shares another man's name He told of the good times they had in the springtime before she was stolen away He blamed her oh no none he said she was too young To know her heart wanted to stay Then h
my nob like an all day suckerNow listen to a story a stranger just told me of a love that he's not ashamed He has her no longer but proud he once owned her Though she shares another man's name He told of the good times they had in the springtime before she was stolen away He blamed her oh no none he said she was too young To know her heart wanted to stay Then h
*bell rings* Bitch!
Meth Vs. Chef
(it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef
(yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef
(yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef
(callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death
*bell rings*
Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
I'm goin all out kid no turnbacks
You could try to front, get smoked and that's that
Lyric assassin, dressed in black buggin
Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then
I go to war in a conrete jungle, make the punt
cause niggaz act funny, and fumble
But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly
Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die
Time for jet-black
Just Enough Lyrics
It was nearly nine o'clock when I thought about you Are you with someone else It was almost ten o'clock when I thought I'd do something to free myself And then about twelve o'clock I'm driving down your block I see a light shining underneath your door I'm home about one o'clock And you finally call me up And I guess I was ho
Tim boot, flowinIt was nearly nine o'clock when I thought about you Are you with someone else It was almost ten o'clock when I thought I'd do something to free myself And then about twelve o'clock I'm driving down your block I see a light shining underneath your door I'm home about one o'clock And you finally call me up And I guess I was ho
Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop
No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session
Bloodshot in that direction, cypher
*bell rings*
'Tack you like chess moves best move
Yo, yeah, yo
The boards, your ass
'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings*
'Tack the boards like chess moves best move
at Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew
Live direct, yeah you better step
Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet
Motivate, to the gate
With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle
Airwaves, yo behave
Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way
*bell rings three times*
Ahh shit!
Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth