Method Man — Whats Happenin

[Intro] Ayo, Tical? What up, fam? You know Bus-a-Bus had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God Good too see you too, God Let's take the streets for a little ride Okay, we ridin' high Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L, and just kiss the sky Huh, and if you ever disrespect the Bus' or Meth, bye, dead man, die Yeah, I, I, I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time, God (Yeah, yo) Come on [Verse 1] I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain (Tical) I'm bustin' that ass again I burn like acid rain, that ass is lame These niggas tryna see how I come? Ask your dame Ain't it evident I'm hittin' it? (Yes) Meth for President Be in hell with gasoline drawers just for the hell of it And I ain't delicate, flows hot as kettle get Now if you ain't fucking with that, you must be celibate Spazz, just a little, got a sack we can sizzle Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup Mommy, if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup Put it in my next video shot by Little X And M-E-F gon' work 'til their ain't any left I'm trying to get what I'm worth and not a penny less Think fast, (Come on) bank cash (Come on) Everybody do it with you stank-ass (Come on) [Chorus] This shit'll make you rob somebody (What) Grab somebody (What) Stomp somebody (What!) Slap somebody (What) Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (What) Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (What) Brooklyn (Come on) Shaolin (Come on) Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on) Bronx, nigga (Come on) Manhattan (Come on) To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on) [Interlude] Yeah, real talk, nigga, come on, Bus' Ayo, Meth, let me get at these niggas Yeah [Verse 2] Now watch me back your shit up I hope your people pull up and pick up and pack your shit up Homie, it's time to move While I'm seeing right through you let me relieve you all of your Figures seating screeching, never believing you niggas (Come on) Go head and babble, you can watch me patiently waiting Aiming, attacking, instead I'ma let one of my bitches slap you I invite you and your niggas to try and feel the wrath Of the unruly unawakening of a sleeping giant (Very defiant) Once I give you the pressure and then I apply it And then your breathin' is stopped and totally quiet Captain of this ship so call me the pilot I leave you and your crew to collide with me then I Stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit Chop you worse than a brick and then we torture you And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga [Chorus] This shit'll make you rob somebody (What) Grab somebody (What) Stomp somebody (What) Slap somebody (What) Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (What) Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (What) Brooklyn (Come on) Shaolin (Come on) Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on) Bronx, nigga (Come on) Manhattan (Come on) To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on) [Interlude] That's what truth be, my nigga (Yeah, come on) Niggas, listen, let me talk (Let me talk, come on) [Verse 3] Can't you see what I got for you now? (Huh) Shake your big fat ass in front of me now To all my high bidders, to all my live niggas We here to blackout, follow the story now Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna Just keep the street, but, nigga Did you know we about to lose it, my nigga? And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga [Verse 4] See the police coming (What) Fireman coming (What) Street niggas ready to riot and start dumbing (What) I love to see it whenever you and your man fronting (What) Me and Meth'll step to you (Quick) and smash something (What) Now who is he? Dope MC killing these cowards Wack niggas get pimp slapped, give me some powder Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it Get back, running your yap, I can't allow it Well, yeah, my nigga (Set it off) You know we seeing it through, God The street be needing niggas like me and you, God (Ayo) I think what I'm seeing from here we got 'em wildin', yo Logical, we should've did this shit a long time ago I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes Nasty MC, I spit flows and spit in they food Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothing like a curious child I'm simply a Boy in the Hood with Furious Styles [Chorus] This shit'll make you rob somebody (What) Grab somebody (What) Stomp somebody (What) Slap somebody (What) Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (What) Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (What) Brooklyn (Come on) Shaolin (Come on) Queensbridge down to Long Island (Come on) Bronx, nigga (Come on) Manhattan (Come on) To each and every hood, what's happenin'? (Come on) [Outro] Every day, every rotation, come with it (Yeah, yeah) Let me talk, come on Ayo, God Yeah, lord Flipmode, Wu-Tang, nigga Ain't that some shit? That's some shit Abso-truthfully, Bus-a-Bus Meth-Tical Yeah (Yeah) Ayy, let me know when you wanna do that again, God Shit, we we can do it right now (Yeah) Shoutout to New Jersey Yeah