Lirik Lagu Meth Vs. Chef - Method Man
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Intro:
Duel, worthy of a generalIf you want to fight, fight with me!One to one! Man to man!
Get ready to gel team!Live and direct from the one-six-oohWe got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical!It's about to go on, Tical!You make the call, I make the call!It's all for allMethod Man, Raekwon the Chef(count my shells)And there's about to be one left(count my shells, nigga)I know you know it'son kid(Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)*bell rings*
Verse One: Method Man
Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eyeCheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isleniggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caughta bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich shortof a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickeningstyle, blowing up the spot like ballisticmissiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleventearing up the power-u, Me-TicalA bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuckhit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the frontout the frame, hit the pussycat for the painof the dog shit, nobody move run your garmentsA rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweatWrap a power in a tec, to weta nigga up, with all the dangerous diseasesSniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head feverFucker, I think it's bout time that you sufferBobbin on my nob like an all day sucker*bell rings* Bitch!Meth Vs. Chef(it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef(yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef(yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef(callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death*bell rings*
Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
I'm goin all out kid no turnbacksYou could try to front, get smoked and that's thatLyric assassin, dressed in black bugginSixteen shots to your mug, from a slug thenI go to war in a conrete jungle, make the puntcause niggaz act funny, and fumbleBut I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta flyNiggaz stay strapped, armed to dieTime for jet-black Tim boot, flowinWha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troopNo question, cha-cha-BLOW in the sessionBloodshot in that direction, cypher*bell rings*'Tack you like chess moves best moveYo, yeah, yoThe boards, your ass'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings*'Tack the boards like chess moves best moveat Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crewLive direct, yeah you better stepGunshots ring on the set, let's jetMotivate, to the gateWith some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your IsleAirwaves, yo behaveNow you're a slave with the boots that paved the way*bell rings three times*Ahh shit!
Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth
Duel, worthy of a generalIf you want to fight, fight with me!One to one! Man to man!
Get ready to gel team!Live and direct from the one-six-oohWe got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical!It's about to go on, Tical!You make the call, I make the call!It's all for allMethod Man, Raekwon the Chef(count my shells)And there's about to be one left(count my shells, nigga)I know you know it'son kid(Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)*bell rings*
Verse One: Method Man
Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eyeCheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isleniggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caughta bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich shortof a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickeningstyle, blowing up the spot like ballisticmissiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleventearing up the power-u, Me-TicalA bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuckhit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the frontout the frame, hit the pussycat for the painof the dog shit, nobody move run your garmentsA rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweatWrap a power in a tec, to weta nigga up, with all the dangerous diseasesSniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head feverFucker, I think it's bout time that you sufferBobbin on my nob like an all day sucker*bell rings* Bitch!Meth Vs. Chef(it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef(yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef(yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef(callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death*bell rings*
Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
I'm goin all out kid no turnbacksYou could try to front, get smoked and that's thatLyric assassin, dressed in black bugginSixteen shots to your mug, from a slug thenI go to war in a conrete jungle, make the puntcause niggaz act funny, and fumbleBut I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta flyNiggaz stay strapped, armed to dieTime for jet-black Tim boot, flowinWha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troopNo question, cha-cha-BLOW in the sessionBloodshot in that direction, cypher*bell rings*'Tack you like chess moves best moveYo, yeah, yoThe boards, your ass'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings*'Tack the boards like chess moves best moveat Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crewLive direct, yeah you better stepGunshots ring on the set, let's jetMotivate, to the gateWith some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your IsleAirwaves, yo behaveNow you're a slave with the boots that paved the way*bell rings three times*Ahh shit!
Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth
