Method Man Lyrics

We in the club, got these niggas face sick, grab the medicine

We them niggas with the light, Thomas Edison

I can't hit the stage without my fye bro brought the metal in

This choppa make em rock and roll like heavy metal bands

Beat his ass with brass knuckles, I got metal hands Still keep that ruger on my side, that's my better man

Coulda easily been a ghost, god had better plans

Every nigga with me got a strap like the Taliban

Good dick and I spend, baby tell a friend

He got a stitch for tattletaling, he won't tell again

Ten racks for one show, shit just tell me when

I ain't have the keys, I kick the door, bro im headed in

Blue Glock, red Beam, like I'm Mega man

How the hell he hate me i ain't never even met the man

My niggas stay with the sauce, call him method man

Sco pop the trunk, grab the chop like

He Jackie Chan

So I'm Chris Tucker, that's yo bitch Tucker

Diamonds on my neck, I might go and let my wrist fuck her

Up the price on they ass and make em feel that

Only nigga that can coach me is Phil Jack

Feel like Jordan when he came back for that fourth ring

I been knocking shit down, fucking hoes since 14

All this pain in my body, man I need some morphine

All these drugs coming in, what that mean need morphine

Yeah, count the money in bed

Niggas looking for the crumbs, I'm looking for bread

Niggas looking in the past, I'm looking ahead

Niggas talking to the feds, I'm shaking my head

Oh that's don on the stage, I'm shaking my dreads

Only put an inch in that bitch, she's shaking her legs

Hope our daddy ain't upstairs cause I'm shaking the bed

Drop down on your knees, I find pleasure in making her beg

Bitch choke ,I get pleasure in making her gag

Bitch broke, shaking ass, ain't making a bag

Fucked a opp, baby mama, I'm making em mad

Little bitch went to be a stripper, I'm blaming her dad

Pull up in a Rolls, had to cut the top off, whip like amber rose

If it make it in my hands, then it's getting sold

Used to cell nicks on trap phones, damn I'm getting old

Damn I used to trap on the nextels, hit the block tryna make my next sales

If my tape don't blow, I feel like the next will

If you make it out your hill, you fortunate like Maxwell, look

Blue Glock, red beam like I'm Mega Man

How the hell he hate me, I ain't met the man

My niggas stay with the sauce, call him method man

Sco pop the trunk, grab the chop like he Jackie Chan

You told me to come out this bitch, you said we gonna have a good-ass time, nigga

Nigga, it was a good time at first, but shit, I ain't think shit was gonna happen like that

Shit, if any nigga woulda jumped stupid, nigga, nigga woulda got his ass beating that bitch

Man, fuck them niggas, man Hey, hold on, wait up

That's them niggas right there

Oh, shit, hold on, go, go, go, go, go