it Is it me or is it these n***** in it for cheese Is it me all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez Is it me or is it me that ain't feeling M.C.'s With
they'll never get it (never get it) [Chorus: Method Man] Is it me, or is it these, niggaz in it for cheese Is it me, all my enemies, hating on Killa
Перевод: Method Man. Это я.
'll never get it (never get it) [Chorus: Method Man] Is it me, or is it these, niggaz in it for cheese Is it me, all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez
never get it (never get it) [Chorus: Method Man] Is it me, or is it these, niggaz in it for cheese Is it me, all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez Is
somethin Now look - this is a story about some little fuckin girls that I know It goes like this.. It's so easy for me to make enemies any more it
draws in it...CLUE! *echoes* [DJ Clue] *talking over above Method Man verse* New Method Man! Eminem... Royce... CLUE! *echoes* [Method Man] Niggaz is
with it, like cool j does (my tattoo!) You see me standin outside of your buildin; screamin, Puffy is good, (hey!) but slim shady is for the children
officer That bitch trippin Promise retaliation They plan busted No man to be trusted Everything corrupted once man touched it Kamikaze Hoping that none of the spies find me
your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this
destruction is my mission Though eight is not enough, your whole squad better duck It’s like switch when I bust Now you’re whole crew is dust Comin’ through
money in ya two socks Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture I'm gone, Kodak can't even frame the riddler Gold realin', Meth
my attitude is anemic [Canibus] I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it Canibus is the
ten loads, outta ten stoves Ride the crash course, do the math on it Swizz Beats you can ride Amtrak on it But I'm on it, grillin with George Foreman Ya peeps is
t get along Cause one hair is short & one’s is long The dick don’t care ’bout no hair What you talkin’ ’bout? we can work it out When you with me nigga
way I'll be your man So baby come over From the end of the sofa I'll be your man I'll be your man So many faces Staring at their shoelaces When all
them older niggas was snapping on me How many rappers know me? I know what cash own Face it, this game I take it, in holy matrimony And now can't nothing hold me
pop it and cork it, a wild horse I like the way it flows, mix a little with Style Warz Cabernet and Merlot, I'm sayin' it's got me, swingin' fo' sho Speakin
