live, to love, to see, to learn Yo! Tell em what's happenin' What's happenin? I'll tell yo' ass what's happenin Tell 'em what's happenin It's goin' on
one two Yeah light that shit up Ah one two yo, check me out What's that shit That they be smokin'? Tical, tical, tical Pass it over here Tical, tical, tical What's that shit
!) And de gargon summary And any man dat come test me (Test me) Me gwanna lick out dem brains (It's like that) Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring
talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my
snow storms And stack piles of foul, the shit you must GROW ON! *echoes* Chorus [Method Man] 4x Uh and it goes like this Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that [Method Man
, [Pause] Ooh Shit! Dats my girl! Whats goin on kid? Hear all my words motherfucka.. Fuck dat Bitch! I'm gonna fuck her! [Meth talking] (Da fuck you doin with dat nigga?) [Method Man
get ya high, ha! Get ya stoned and get ya wide Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth) Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches
nigga Meth shine, I be in the How High mobile Rollin 3 dimes at a time [Redman and Method Man still... (unknown sample)] It's the Jersey representa
contest to super soak their ass. So Method Man show these niggaz the deal. Let these mutha phuckaz know that your hard to kill. [Method Man:] Who dat
feelings The truth be the ghetto youth And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man take care of his fam That's what y'all better do Examine our skin we plannin
snow storms And stack piles of foul, the shit you must GROW ON! [echoes] [Chorus (Method Man) 4x] Uh and it goes like this Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that [Method Man
cold or catch feelings The truth be the ghetto youth And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man take care of his fam That's what y'all better do Examine our
on your own blood See niggaz will stick you for your cash That's when they enter the t-shirt contest to super soak their ass So Method Man show these
Method man & left eye (appears on method man's album "tical 2:judgement day") All the children comin' into the light.... There will be....
It's all about the lyrics, it's not about the ego Quick to make a jam and slam sound like the pro that I am It's profound, like the kids from the underground
talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style
, you'se a hoe, here's a prom dress You wanna try to box with God, there's no contest So keep on thinking this shit is sweet I was caught in a sandstorm
, what kid? [Chorus x2] [Sticky] Holy shit!! Who the fuck is dat? [Method] It's John John [Sticky] Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my back? [Method] I got
