Zee got bitches fightin over dick [Redman] Get ya up and get ya high Funk Doc got bitches fightin over dick [Method Man] Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical
, since they cut my umbilical Cord, I swing swords behold the prolifical Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider prize fighter Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire I speak legalized dope, hit man
God hatin' ugly in the worst way fuck 'em like the earth say From first day I survey the hassle Death knockin' at your door in the Big Apple Meth rotton
need's affection, but you're headed in the wrong direction Tryin' to make this nigga jealous, with other fellas All up in my face actin' overzealous Like you want somethin' from Meth
fucks, about you ducks We over here Shaolin', what, spontaneous combust When I smoke a bag of dust, what a rush, cigar be the dutch Method Man and Redman
whole regiment it's real Startin' wit yo president, duckin' my dart gun Tear apart son you don't want it then don't start none Blaze one with Jonathon, part man
the navigator, spittin' razor sharp Breath laser data that'll tickle you now, but slay you later On this one call me Lee Major Million dollar man, bionic
I got some real shit for niggas Never been defeated, niggas retreated Made the choice to be seated until my mission's completed Get loose, get loose, Method Man
{Ladies and gentlemen, I am your host Claude Den We are alive in times where in New York City And we are approaching the final seconds of 1999 {Ladies
surf the city circuits forever lurkin' on the street surface I spit blood for blood verses Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land One man'll
no shittin' when you gotta eat, we hold it down I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland One hand holds the head of the last brave man Made man, Cuban
back to go, try again niggas All hail me, the good the bag the ugly The money's around your way, lovely Where for art thou meth-tical God-child I pack
with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man, hit me now (Tical
Deadly medley part two That's my word It ain't safe no more, bitch Yo, yo, brain gets punctured and drained through the nasal Hour of assassination be
In order to keep the broad You're gonna have to not do it to her body You got to do it to her mind man
' method That's the shit that made me tip When I wrote a pitch, how many leech it? Stapleton, the Wild West Park Hill, poor pitch man Now Borne jungle