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[Intro: Missy Elliott (Method Man)]<br>Yeah!<br>This-this-this-this<br>This is an exclusive (let´s go)<br>Mr. Meth, you´re so Def, you put them other M.C.´s out to rest (that´s right)<br>And they test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let´s go)<br><br>[Method Man]<br>Yo, uh, come on, come on, now<br>Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now<br>Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)<br>And by one, I´m gettin´ thrown out<br>Mami, got her toes out, ain´t one army can Blaze Johnny<br>Like Gwen Stafani, you know there´s No Doubt<br>I´m trill, sick with it, it´s like ill<br>That´s the only way to explain these mic skills<br>On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real<br>The more steel, the more bodybags to fill<br>Can I get, hit of that hydro, nigga<br>I tried to quit puffin´ before, but I´m no quitter<br>If honey show me her buns, I´ll show her my ones<br>If the bed rockin´, keep knockin´ and I´mma cum<br>Want some, take some, I get it crunk<br>Speak junk, I´ll slow up your road with speed bumps<br><br>[Chorus: Missy Elliott w/ P. Diddy doing ad-libs]<br>When they play this in the club (say what?)<br>Go and tell that nigga, bump that (say what?)<br>Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (say what?)<br>Ya´ll don´t really really want that (say what?)<br>And for whatever muthafucka, don´t like it (say what?)<br>Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?)<br>Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?)<br>Are ya´ll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?)<br><br>[Method Man]<br>You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked<br>And if your feelin´ lucky, duck, then press ya´ll luck<br>Ya´ll got me effed up, over tracks overreact<br>Once I start, like a bullet, ain´t no holdin´ me back<br>I´m all that and two mac´s, ya´ll fakin´ jacks<br>When I cock back like Busta Bust and make ´em clap<br>Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds<br>Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends<br>Got to get it, and when I´m gone<br>Ya´ll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I´m comin´ home<br>I´m poison, see my skull and crossbones<br>Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones<br>And I got drugs in my system, we thugs in the system<br>That put slugs in victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat<br>As long as I ain´t no game, there´s no contest<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Method Man]<br>Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chain<br>I guess that should explain why I given the dope name<br>Ain´t nothin´ free, everything got a fee<br>How the fuck you got a car and ain´t got a pot to pee?<br>I´ma grown man, so I do grown man things<br>Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?<br>It´s Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes<br>I´m number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady<br>It´s all good, everything I spit, all hood<br>And if ya´ll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya´ll would<br>Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya´ll gon´ learn huh<br>When I burn son, stick a fork in him he´s done<br>And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J<br>For the right CREAM, the´ll do anything you say<br>She Ice Cream, I´m caked up with icing<br>Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Outro: P. Diddy]<br>Let´s work... come on<br>Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy<br>Hitmen baby, let´s work, come on<br>Let´s work, come on, yeah<br>Uh, let´s work... aiyo pass that nigga<br>Joe Hooker, I see you, let´s work, yeah
New song lyrics
[Intro: Missy Elliott (Method Man)]<br>Yeah!<br>This-this-this-this<br>This is an exclusive (let´s go)<br>Mr. Meth, you´re so Def, you put them other M.C.´s out to rest (that´s right)<br>And they test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let´s go)<br><br>[Method Man]<br>Yo, uh, come on, come on, now<br>Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now<br>Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)<br>And by one, I´m gettin´ thrown out<br>Mami, got her toes out, ain´t one army can Blaze Johnny<br>Like Gwen Stafani, you know there´s No Doubt<br>I´m trill, sick with it, it´s like ill<br>That´s the only way to explain these mic skills<br>On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real<br>The more steel, the more bodybags to fill<br>Can I get, hit of that hydro, nigga<br>I tried to quit puffin´ before, but I´m no quitter<br>If honey show me her buns, I´ll show her my ones<br>If the bed rockin´, keep knockin´ and I´mma cum<br>Want some, take some, I get it crunk<br>Speak junk, I´ll slow up your road with speed bumps<br><br>[Chorus: Missy Elliott w/ P. Diddy doing ad-libs]<br>When they play this in the club (say what?)<br>Go and tell that nigga, bump that (say what?)<br>Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (say what?)<br>Ya´ll don´t really really want that (say what?)<br>And for whatever muthafucka, don´t like it (say what?)<br>Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?)<br>Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?)<br>Are ya´ll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?)<br><br>[Method Man]<br>You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked<br>And if your feelin´ lucky, duck, then press ya´ll luck<br>Ya´ll got me effed up, over tracks overreact<br>Once I start, like a bullet, ain´t no holdin´ me back<br>I´m all that and two mac´s, ya´ll fakin´ jacks<br>When I cock back like Busta Bust and make ´em clap<br>Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds<br>Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends<br>Got to get it, and when I´m gone<br>Ya´ll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I´m comin´ home<br>I´m poison, see my skull and crossbones<br>Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones<br>And I got drugs in my system, we thugs in the system<br>That put slugs in victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat<br>As long as I ain´t no game, there´s no contest<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Method Man]<br>Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chain<br>I guess that should explain why I given the dope name<br>Ain´t nothin´ free, everything got a fee<br>How the fuck you got a car and ain´t got a pot to pee?<br>I´ma grown man, so I do grown man things<br>Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?<br>It´s Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes<br>I´m number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady<br>It´s all good, everything I spit, all hood<br>And if ya´ll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya´ll would<br>Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya´ll gon´ learn huh<br>When I burn son, stick a fork in him he´s done<br>And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J<br>For the right CREAM, the´ll do anything you say<br>She Ice Cream, I´m caked up with icing<br>Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Outro: P. Diddy]<br>Let´s work... come on<br>Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy<br>Hitmen baby, let´s work, come on<br>Let´s work, come on, yeah<br>Uh, let´s work... aiyo pass that nigga<br>Joe Hooker, I see you, let´s work, yeah
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