Method Man

Method Man - Biscuits lyrics

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What?  What you want?
 Represent represent represent
 Yeah, represent, check it out check it out

 Yo mama don't wear no drawers!
 I saw her when she took them off!
 Standin on the welfare line, eatin swine
 Tryin to look fine, with her stank behind
 You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast
 Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass

 Verse One:

 Are you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer?
 I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
 Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it
 And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it
 Get lost, I break you off something
 I'm pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and
 You was nothin
 Bet ya thought ya fuckin clan had ya fuckin back but they was frontin
 Smokin dirt blunts and fuckin nasty stunts and
 Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin
 Get ya ship sunken, fuckin with a drunken
 Master disaster at enemy rap functions

 Interlude:

 Huh, just an echo
 Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley
 Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back
 Sweet memories of you
 And you can even ask your crew
 Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast
 Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass

 Verse Two:

 Who said the Wu-Tang Clan?  Was it you or your man?
 You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya
 36 chambers, be out, youze in danger
 Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger
 Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger
 Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler
 Just recline, keep the Meth in mind
 I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time
 What?  And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass
 All up and down the block, the street, the isle
 Whatever, smokin on a Spike Lee joint
 Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin niggaz get the point
 Cause they coul never, stop the veteran, word to God
 When I'm severin the HEAD of a mental vegetarian
 The Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of credit
 The cuties I desire, I be the first to set it
 off, flame on like the Human Torch
 Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store
 You can eat it all and it'll tell ya fast
 Meth-Tical got STYLE for ya nasty ass

 Outro:

 94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize
 Wu-Tang killer bee
 The RZA and the Method MZA

 Raider Ruckus, where you at
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Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Def Jam Recordings

Details:

Released in: 1994

Language: English

Appearing on: Tical (1994)

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