Текст (слова) песни: Method Man - Bring the Pain

Basically, can`t fuck with me

Verse One:

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let`s go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental`s based on instrumental
records hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I`m not the King
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
check it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Colour, clothes you`ve crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side
And I`m the dark side of the Force
Of course it`s the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files
I`m sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I`m Swayze

Chorus:

Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it`s real son, if it`s really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it`s really real

Interlude: Booster

And when I was a lil stereo (stereo)
I listened to some champion (champion)
I always wondered (wondered)
Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha)
Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!)
And de gargon summary
And any man dat come test me (test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it`s like that)

Verse Two:

Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it`s a promise
Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it`s gonna get even worse word to God
It`s the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em it`s the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you`re no contest
Son I`m the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I`m drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I`ve learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don`t need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo`

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me*
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you
*horn sound of car racing by*

Chorus

Outro:

I`ll fuckin, I`ll fuckin cut your kneecaps off
and make you kneel in some staircase piss

I`ll fuckin, cut your eyelids off
and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills

You motherfuckers
(So???) So fuck the hoe
Fuck the hoe

(Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin...)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Method Man - Bring the Pain Basically, can`t fuck with me Verse One: I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Let`s go inside my astral plane Find out my mental`s based on instrumental records hey, so I can write monumental Methods, I`m not the King But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM check it, just how deep can shit get Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it In your Cross Colour, clothes you`ve crossed over Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side And I`m the dark side of the Force Of course it`s the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus Bustin at me bruh, now bust it Styles, I gets buckwild Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files I`m sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I`m Swayze Chorus: Is it real son, is it really real son Let me know it`s real son, if it`s really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal son, if it`s really real Interlude: Booster And when I was a lil stereo (stereo) I listened to some champion (champion) I always wondered (wondered) Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha) Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!) And de gargon summary And any man dat come test me (test me) Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it`s like that) Verse Two: Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke off the set comin to your projects Take it as a threat, better yet it`s a promise Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit And it`s gonna get even worse word to God It`s the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments Movin on your left, southpaw em it`s the Meth Came to represent and carve my name in your chest You can come test realize you`re no contest Son I`m the gun that won that old Wild West Quick on the draw with my hands on the four nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper Rhymes be the proof while I`m drinkin 90 proof Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw I`ve learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns Enough to give my chest hairs a perm I don`t need a chemical blow to pull a hoe All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo` What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style Word up we be hazardous car crashing horn passing me Northern spicy brown mustard hoes We have to stick you horn sound of car racing by Chorus Outro: I`ll fuckin, I`ll fuckin cut your kneecaps off and make you kneel in some staircase piss I`ll fuckin, cut your eyelids off and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills You motherfuckers (So???) So fuck the hoe Fuck the hoe (Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin...) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Bring the Pain: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/6721.html Все тексты песен: Method Man » Method Man - Stimulation » Method Man - Se Acabo (Remix) » Method Man - Tical » Method Man - Sweet Love » Method Man - This Is What We Do » Method Man - (Music From and Inspired by the Motion P » Method Man - You`re All I Need (Puff Daddy Remix) » Method Man - Method Man (remix) » Method Man - How High (Remix) » Method Man - Evil Streets (Remix) » Method Man - Step By Step » Method Man - Run 4 Cover » Method Man - Where We At (Skit) » Method Man - Half Man Half Amazin` » Method Man - Sub Crazy » Method Man - Elements » Method Man - Tear It Off » Method Man - Break Ups 2 Make Ups » Method Man - Big Dogs » Method Man - Bring the Pain (alternative mix) Рекомендуем скачать: » Мюзикола - Неон » Михаил Анчаров - Цыган-Маша » Михаил Шуфутинский - Пиво-воды » Михаил Щербаков - Всё куда-то рвался... » Марина Меламед - Американская » Михаил Круг - Жиган-лимон » Михаил Басаев - Смотрю на тебя, родная земля... » Михаил Щербаков - Горестный романс I » Михаил Щербаков - Идет война. Лютует враг. В опасности Свобода... » Мара - По дороге к Амстердаму » Михаил Сипер - Тверская, она же Ямская... » Михаил Круг - Браво » Машина Времени - У ломбарда » Майк Науменко, Зоопарк - Хождения » Маша Распутина - Сумашедший дождь » Марина Самаркина - Жить, чей-то взор случайный радуя... » Михаил Шелег - Про Билла, а точнее, Про горох » Михаил Щербаков - Дело шло к рассвету, вьюги бушевали » Михаил Щербаков - О, город слез! Мечта, мечта... » Марк Мерман - Чёрный саксофонист
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