Method Man — Tim Westwood Freestyle

[Verse 1: Method Man] [Instrumental: The Game - Red Nation ft. Lil' Wayne] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Uh! (X2) Meth, Check the verse, no curses, Yo Listen Still living by the code Too many pretty women still living by the... Yo, Yo Haha yeah, yeah, here we go No curses, yo, check the joint! I'm just trynna get a mill When I started rhymin' wasn't trynna get a deal I was trynna get a feel Homicide housing, bodies lyin' in the hill Man ain't nothing worth me dying in the field Especially when I'm trynna pay the bills A lot of y'all relying on the steel And see the court denying your appeal If y'all don't know nothing, you better know it's real If it works like a workshop, better know the drill I'm past childish games Y'all just trynna take me outta my game And call my black women outta their name I'm serious, they're out of my brain Understand that my slang's Fast and furious, they're out of my lane Boy I'm hot, kids be calling me blaze In the industry I'm not, they be calling me slave I ain't trynna burn the spot, but I'm set in my ways I'm just a product of the block, and the city I'm raised, Aha I'm still living by the code Too many pretty women still living by the strode Daddy pimping 'em for doe Early in the morning cops kicking in the do' Man I think somebody snitching on the low I caught my father sniffing on that snow That's when he try to tell me things are different than befo' Kids don't listen any mo', that's for sho' We used to ask permission from our folks Ain't no food up in the kitchen cause we broke And I ain't trynna miss another meal Cause love will get you killed And if it don't, your baby mother will But y'all ain't recognizing that it's real Until that undercover pull a shield And now it's kinda late to cut a deal So I ain't gotta tell you how I feel Why I'm trynna keep my pockets stuffed with hundred dollar bills I should'a went to school and got a skill But it wasn't in my future so I steal That's why I got this Ruger in your grill