Method Man — The What

I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick To stop me from that HIV shit And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing Biggie Smalls is the illest Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered "What you talking 'bout Willis?" The thrill is gone, the black Frank White Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes Bitches, I like 'em brainless Guns, I like 'em stainless steel I want the fuckin' Fortune like the Wheel I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty Don't tempt me (T H O D Man) You don't want to fuck with Biggie Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit It's the low killer death trap, yes, I'm a jet black ninja Coming where you rest at, surrender Step inside the ring, you'se the number one contender Looking cold booty like your pussy in December Nigga stop bitching, button up ya lip and From Method, all you getting is a can of ass whipping Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping Acting as if it can't happen You front and got me mad enough to touch something Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something So what cha want, nigga? Ya punk, nigga I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw Kicking down your goddamn door (And it goes a lil' something like this) Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it Honies, shake your hips, ya don't stop And niggas pack the clips, keep on Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew Meth Tical, putting niggas back in I.C.U I'm lifted, troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue No question, I be coming down and shit Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental I spark and they cells get warm, I'm not a gentle, man I'm a Method Man Baby, accept it, utmost respect it (Assume the position) Stop, look and listen I spit on your grave, then I grab my Charles Dickens Welcome to my center Honies feel it deep in they placenta Cold as the pole in the winter Far from the inventor but I got this rap shit sewed And when my Mac unloads I'm guaranteed another video Ready to die, why I act that way? Pop duke left Mom duke The fagot took the back way So instead of making hoes suck my dick up I used to do stick-up Cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups Excuse me, flows just grow through me Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches It's the Praying Mantis Deep like the mind of Farrakhan A motherfucking rap phenomenon Plus (I got more Glocks and techs than you) I make it hot (Nigga, won't even stand next to you) Nigga, touch me, you better bust me Three times in the head Or motherfucker's dead, ya thought so Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it Honies, shake your hips, ya don't stop And niggas pack the clips, keep on Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get, ya gotta work hard for it Honies, shake your hips, ya don't stop And niggas pack the clips, keep on