Method Man — Take The Heat

[Intro: [?]] Spinning the b-b-beats for the streets It's the Bomb Squad DJ We getting you crunk right now Get down or lay down Take it like a motha fuckin' man [Chorus: [?]] He's Mr. Take The Heat, Mr. Baby Rub My Feet Mr. Don't Be Hanging Late In Streets Mr. Bring Home The Bacon, Mr. You Ain't Hear Enough Mr. Pack Your Shit, Mr. Do It To Me Rough Mr. Please, Drop Me At My Job Mr. Please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow Mr. Please, Can I Use Your Car If any man can do all this, he got to be a bad boy [Verse 1: Method Man] Fast women and fast cars A razor blade instead of a tongue, my game sharp We major leaguers, minor leaguers, get out the park Bitches, that wanna back talk, get out and walk I'm too cold, like Iceberg Slim Ya'll see, I'm caked up with icing Rolling on dubs, thug for lifing, never trifling And I ain't never met a piece of pussy I ain't liking I'm too piping, hot, front, you get got, kid Don't get too close, because you might get shot [Chorus: [?]] He's Mr. Take The Heat, Mr. Baby Rub My Feet Mr. Don't Be Hanging Late In Streets Mr. Bring Home The Bacon, Mr. You Ain't Hear Enough Mr. Pack Your Shit, Mr. Do It To Me Rough Mr. Please, Drop Me At My Job Mr. Please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow Mr. Please, Can I Use Your Car If any man can do all this, he got to be a bad boy [Verse 2: Method Man] Okay, come out and play Ya'll clowns Need to get down, or get out the way I'm a live round, shot to your head by Doc Dre Ain't too long, ya'll gon' live on consignment and not pay This is everyday, life of the kid, fuck who it is I'm gon' live like a true bad boy, and do it big And I could take it, it's just as good as I get And ya'll ain't gotta ask, dead rapper your ass, kid Who anti-everything, ya'll niggas is for Who eat up everything on his plate, then eat yours Ain't got no table manners at all, I'm off the wall Like I'm MJ, jerking myself, scream at your frog And bitches wanna give us the drawers, cuz who we are The same bitch'll sugared your tank and key your car The life of a player and pimp, who every dollar, tax exempt Pussy paying the rent, now who I'm is? [Chorus: [?]] He's Mr. Take The Heat, Mr. Baby Rub My Feet Mr. Don't Be Hanging Late In Streets Mr. Bring Home The Bacon, Mr. You Ain't Hear Enough Mr. Pack Your Shit, Mr. Do It To Me Rough Mr. Please, Drop Me At My Job Mr. Please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow Mr. Please, Can I Use Your Car If any man can do all this, he got to be a bad boy [Verse 3: [?]] Oh I'm a bad boy, fast cars, hot women The lifestyle, accustomed to winning Bitch, your chrome is spinning, tinted windows But still, you're jailed from the head bopping gangsta lean You'se a bad boy, champagne, diamond studded events Red carpet rollout, pulling up in a Bent' And the crowd, they taking pictures It's hard to tell, if a flash went off Or you was blinded by the riches