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  • "huh huh huh huh huh hah hah hah hah hah hah"
    Yeah, yeah, y'know
    Tranquilise, tranqulise
    Yeah, yeah
    Yo ghostface! [echoes] (c'mon)
    Raekwon! [echoes]
    Meth! [echoes]
    [raekwon]
    See me in the club, got a gun on my lex/legs
    Select paper and invade all the illest ******
    Tally up pen, yo, live crew meetin'
    Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly mo-et ho
    All ****** eatin' (woah! [echoes])
    Wreckin' ball gangsters, unleash the law
    Straight up, colourful drawers, bad whores
    On the weekend eat a raw style like flounder
    ******' wit' mine or how we design
    My ****** might find ya
    Layin' in the tropics, big **** **** on park
    They way his khak's look, ****** on ?chocolates?
    Movin' out, coloured durangos switch to me, bro
    That's how i picture rich ****** with the same coats
    All rich ****** with the same coat.
    [method man]
    You can catch this crew, and fall in a ship
    Fully equipped, on a star tack, callin' a *****
    How much you get, when that absolute and hennesey mix
    (ultimate, ultimate) wu ****, my whole click (ultimate, ultimate)
    Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin' me love
    Sayin' "peace" to the ***** that thug, i got the drugs
    And the .38, snub-nose, strikin' a pose
    Baby girl, throw the drink on my clothes, then meet ya ?bos?
    Lewis fritz, hot nikks, ***** what's happenin'?
    Any ****, holdin' my ****, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin'
    Mashin', the latest fashion,
    Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and latins
    All n together, together for worship better
    Now i put it down whether its methy, method, or meth-tical
    Prop, skate, roll, bounce
    I'm bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out.
    [raekwon]
    Oh magazine's slipped, kinda like we lit
    Deliver was a lit, ya ****** know
    High ****** rent , i'm set like nuh purple and the new lex
    Trifle and work, let's murder eveything that wu wanted sent
    I'd better pay big momma for usin' his lyrics
    Pay big momma for usin' his lyrics
    (you betta) pay big momma for usin' his lyrics
    Pay big momma for usin' his lyrics (come on, come on)
    [superb]
    And my mouth stay dry 'cos i swallow the struggle
    I might connect you to a vcr, add delay, bug you
    I'm not a gangsta, i hate thugs too
    I'm just a ***** that painted a picture without a paintbrush too
    Without a paintbrush too
    [ghostface killah]
    Bulletproof wallets, 20 t'ya kids that says made outta korea
    Top sear, pass the beer, last to see a raj
    (?) be beamed up behind the stove askin' how maria pop leer
    Cursed style near, burst out a purse with the gods you jeer
    From star's pizzeria, police hate the veer
    Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion
    When yo' head hit the meter
    You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder
    Peter slim duch shook 'em down for his reefer
    James chased the recent with a hatchet on easter
    Two murders in the 'hood, we call 'em double features
    Watch how i eat this, freak the best teacher
    At the prayer with the preacher, i get (?) in the bleachers
    And your girl, i might eat her
    I'm a lover, not a biter (well, yeah)
    I still catch her for a piece
    [superb (singing)]
    He's as good as the rest of 'em
    And as bad as the worst
    So don't hate me
    You'd better move over, yeeeeeaaaah- (yeah, yeah) - eeaaaaaah!
    [beat stops]
    [ghost] ******' idiots!
    [beat starts again]
    [outro - ghostface killah]
    Yo, uhuh, wallets *************
    That's right, all my **** is bulletproof
    Stoop for the bulletproof (yeah)
    Yeah, projects (yeah) bulletproof wallets (dj! dj! [echoes])
    On yo' ass *****, you heard?
    Dirt-ass ******, ya ****** ain't got a chance [echoes]
    Stadio [echoes]
    One-three [echoes]
    Word up! [echoes]
    Ya now dead [echoes]
  • "huh huh huh huh huh hah hah hah hah hah hah"
    Yeah, yeah, y'know
    Tranquilise, tranqulise
    Yeah, yeah
    Yo ghostface! [echoes] (c'mon)
    Raekwon! [echoes]
    Meth! [echoes]
    [raekwon]
    See me in the club, got a gun on my lex/legs
    Select paper and invade all the illest ******
    Tally up pen, yo, live crew meetin'
    Layin' in the lab with rolls o' fly mo-et ho
    All ****** eatin' (woah! [echoes])
    Wreckin' ball gangsters, unleash the law
    Straight up, colourful drawers, bad whores
    On the weekend eat a raw style like flounder
    ******' wit' mine or how we design
    My ****** might find ya
    Layin' in the tropics, big **** **** on park
    They way his khak's look, ****** on ?chocolates?
    Movin' out, coloured durangos switch to me, bro
    That's how i picture rich ****** with the same coats
    All rich ****** with the same coat.
    [method man]
    You can catch this crew, and fall in a ship
    Fully equipped, on a star tack, callin' a *****
    How much you get, when that absolute and hennesey mix
    (ultimate, ultimate) wu ****, my whole click (ultimate, ultimate)
    Rubba-dub, ass in the club, showin' me love
    Sayin' "peace" to the ***** that thug, i got the drugs
    And the .38, snub-nose, strikin' a pose
    Baby girl, throw the drink on my clothes, then meet ya ?bos?
    Lewis fritz, hot nikks, ***** what's happenin'?
    Any ****, holdin' my ****, smokin' a clip, thanks for askin'
    Mashin', the latest fashion,
    Dance floor packed with whites, blacks and latins
    All n together, together for worship better
    Now i put it down whether its methy, method, or meth-tical
    Prop, skate, roll, bounce
    I'm bound to wreck ya body as they turn the party out.
    [raekwon]
    Oh magazine's slipped, kinda like we lit
    Deliver was a lit, ya ****** know
    High ****** rent , i'm set like nuh purple and the new lex
    Trifle and work, let's murder eveything that wu wanted sent
    I'd better pay big momma for usin' his lyrics
    Pay big momma for usin' his lyrics
    (you betta) pay big momma for usin' his lyrics
    Pay big momma for usin' his lyrics (come on, come on)
    [superb]
    And my mouth stay dry 'cos i swallow the struggle
    I might connect you to a vcr, add delay, bug you
    I'm not a gangsta, i hate thugs too
    I'm just a ***** that painted a picture without a paintbrush too
    Without a paintbrush too
    [ghostface killah]
    Bulletproof wallets, 20 t'ya kids that says made outta korea
    Top sear, pass the beer, last to see a raj
    (?) be beamed up behind the stove askin' how maria pop leer
    Cursed style near, burst out a purse with the gods you jeer
    From star's pizzeria, police hate the veer
    Especially when the shots ring off in slow motion
    When yo' head hit the meter
    You lost two leaders, at the same case speeder
    Peter slim duch shook 'em down for his reefer
    James chased the recent with a hatchet on easter
    Two murders in the 'hood, we call 'em double features
    Watch how i eat this, freak the best teacher
    At the prayer with the preacher, i get (?) in the bleachers
    And your girl, i might eat her
    I'm a lover, not a biter (well, yeah)
    I still catch her for a piece
    [superb (singing)]
    He's as good as the rest of 'em
    And as bad as the worst
    So don't hate me
    You'd better move over, yeeeeeaaaah- (yeah, yeah) - eeaaaaaah!
    [beat stops]
    [ghost] ******' idiots!
    [beat starts again]
    [outro - ghostface killah]
    Yo, uhuh, wallets *************
    That's right, all my **** is bulletproof
    Stoop for the bulletproof (yeah)
    Yeah, projects (yeah) bulletproof wallets (dj! dj! [echoes])
    On yo' ass *****, you heard?
    Dirt-ass ******, ya ****** ain't got a chance [echoes]
    Stadio [echoes]
    One-three [echoes]
    Word up! [echoes]
    Ya now dead [echoes]