[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
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