Текст (слова) песни: Method Man f Missy Elliott, P. Diddy - Say What

[Intro: Missy Elliott (Method Man)]
Yeah!
This-this-this-this
This is an exclusive (let`s go)
Mr. Meth, you`re so Def, you put them other M.C.`s out to rest (that`s right)
And they test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let`s go)

[Method Man]
Yo, uh, come on, come on, now
Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I`m gettin` thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain`t one army can Blaze Johnny
Like Gwen Stafani, you know there`s No Doubt
I`m trill, sick with it, it`s like ill
That`s the only way to explain these mic skills
On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real
The more steel, the more bodybags to fill
Can I get, hit of that hydro, nigga
I tried to quit puffin` before, but I`m no quitter
If honey show me her buns, I`ll show her my ones
If the bed rockin`, keep knockin` and I`mma cum
Want some, take some, I get it crunk
Speak junk, I`ll slow up your road with speed bumps

[Chorus: Missy Elliott w/ P. Diddy doing ad-libs]
When they play this in the club (say what?)
Go and tell that nigga, bump that (say what?)
Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (say what?)
Ya`ll don`t really really want that (say what?)
And for whatever muthafucka, don`t like it (say what?)
Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?)
Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?)
Are ya`ll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?)

[Method Man]
You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked
And if your feelin` lucky, duck, then press ya`ll luck
Ya`ll got me effed up, over tracks overreact
Once I start, like a bullet, ain`t no holdin` me back
I`m all that and two mac`s, ya`ll fakin` jacks
When I cock back like Busta Bust and make `em clap
Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds
Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends
Got to get it, and when I`m gone
Ya`ll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I`m comin` home
I`m poison, see my skull and crossbones
Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones
And I got drugs in my system, we thugs in the system
That put slugs in victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat
As long as I ain`t no game, there`s no contest

[Chorus]

[Method Man]
Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chain
I guess that should explain why I given the dope name
Ain`t nothin` free, everything got a fee
How the fuck you got a car and ain`t got a pot to pee?
I`ma grown man, so I do grown man things
Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?
It`s Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes
I`m number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady
It`s all good, everything I spit, all hood
And if ya`ll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya`ll would
Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya`ll gon` learn huh
When I burn son, stick a fork in him he`s done
And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J
For the right CREAM, the`ll do anything you say
She Ice Cream, I`m caked up with icing
Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream

[Chorus]

[Outro: P. Diddy]
Let`s work... come on
Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy
Hitmen baby, let`s work, come on
Let`s work, come on, yeah
Uh, let`s work... aiyo pass that nigga
Joe Hooker, I see you, let`s work, yeah

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