Lirik Lagu The Show - Method Man
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[Intro: sample]"Wanna see the world, ain't scared to do itEven if, your shocked by itMe and you, lost when you do itBy myself, better off bein' you"
[Intro: Method Man]Smoke cess nigga, smokin' that A.KNorther lights, yeah.. stick 'em!Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby dollYeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I., betterknown as the crooked letter ICome on! Self Service
[Method Man]Y'all know me since '93, now let that weed burnBack in this bitch, class dismissed, it's the returnOf the super sperm, game over, lose a turnTakes a germ to kill a germ, when will y'all killas learnYour only as good as your last hitSoon as you put them automatics on safety that's itI calm them bastards, I call them ratchetsTill you blasted, till y'all come ashes to ashesWe make classic, huh, bring you a rougher soundYou either up or down, don't get that ass kickedYa'll niggaz fuck around, y'all only tough aroundThe crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that ass kickedWhat part of the game is this?I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came to bitch, niggaSo, whose the whipped nigga, don't even trip, niggaSome say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitterI just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talkThen daddy might get him some tonightGive me, my limelight, give me, my five micsGive me, some weed and a light to get my mind rightIs he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough cityTo find out it'll cost you bout a buck fiftyAcross your face swiftly, my after taste shittyWhose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two tittiesAnd I ain't even got to say my nameI got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick"You think it's all a game, like pussy all the sameI'm speakin' toilet slang, not seakin' hall of fameIt's raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dookyQuarter a Lucy, quarter more
[Intro: Method Man]Smoke cess nigga, smokin' that A.KNorther lights, yeah.. stick 'em!Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby dollYeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I., betterknown as the crooked letter ICome on! Self Service
[Method Man]Y'all know me since '93, now let that weed burnBack in this bitch, class dismissed, it's the returnOf the super sperm, game over, lose a turnTakes a germ to kill a germ, when will y'all killas learnYour only as good as your last hitSoon as you put them automatics on safety that's itI calm them bastards, I call them ratchetsTill you blasted, till y'all come ashes to ashesWe make classic, huh, bring you a rougher soundYou either up or down, don't get that ass kickedYa'll niggaz fuck around, y'all only tough aroundThe crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that ass kickedWhat part of the game is this?I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came to bitch, niggaSo, whose the whipped nigga, don't even trip, niggaSome say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitterI just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talkThen daddy might get him some tonightGive me, my limelight, give me, my five micsGive me, some weed and a light to get my mind rightIs he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough cityTo find out it'll cost you bout a buck fiftyAcross your face swiftly, my after taste shittyWhose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two tittiesAnd I ain't even got to say my nameI got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick"You think it's all a game, like pussy all the sameI'm speakin' toilet slang, not seakin' hall of fameIt's raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dookyQuarter a Lucy, quarter more
