Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Method Man - The show ------------------------------------------ [Intro: sample] "Wanna see the world, ainīt scared to do it Even if, your shocked by it Me and you, lost when you do it By myself, better off beinī you" [Intro: Method Man] Smoke cess nigga, smokinī that A.K Norther lights, yeah.. stick īem! Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby doll Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I., better known as the crooked letter I Come on! Self Service [Method Man] Yīall know me since ī93, now let that weed burn Back in this bitch, class dismissed, itīs the return Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will yīall killas learn Your only as good as your last hit Soon as you put them automatics on safety thatīs it I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets Till you blasted, till yīall come ashes to ashes We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound You either up or down, donīt get that ass kicked Yaīll niggaz fuck around, yīall only tough around The crowds, scared to bust a round, donīt get that ass kicked What part of the game is this? I came to break bread, evidently yīall killas came to bitch, nigga So, whose the whipped nigga, donīt even trip, nigga Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk Then daddy might get him some tonight Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city To find out itīll cost you bout a buck fifty Across your face swiftly, my after taste shitty Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties And I ainīt even got to say my name I got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick" You think itīs all a game, like pussy all the same Iīm speakinī toilet slang, not seakinī hall of fame Itīs raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dooky Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie That like to pop snoopy, think she gonī pop coochie Just cuz you got Gucci, donīt mean you not hoochie Girl, I tell it like a T-I-N Ainīt no other kids eatinī till I feed my kids Trick, oh, you ainīt crushinī, sister, I canīt do nothinī wit you My moneyīs celebate, honey, and we ainīt fuckinī wit you I do it for the nookie, some say Iīm too pushy Only thing better than pussy, thatīs some new pussy There that go, looky, itīs gettinī ugly even With niggaz so broke, they couldnīt spend a lovely even [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, thatīs it Yeah, Method Man has just left the muthafuckinī building