Method Man

Method Man - Retro Godfather songtekst

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Take it back (take it back)
 70's style (style)
 I'll do  anything
 All y'all old school Studio 54ers
 That's  my  word!
 There's nothing in the world that I won't do
 I'll give my world to you  if you want me to
 I'll do  anything
 That's  my  word!
 O.D.'n on this one fleein  all eyes seein
 Dominant supreme being  face the mental
 Deep concentration break the point on a pencil
 Keep my cliches out your dental, capiche?
 Shit that I been through is cause for parental
 discretions no question my Westside Connections
 L.A. Confidential, world don't stop
 'less it's mental, Staten residentials, you wit it?
 Wu-Tang, Forever and a day, 'til I'm old and decayed
 I'm commited; look ma, we did it
 Top of the the world, tell it to my firstborn
 and my baby girl, did it my way, take the low ride
 on the highway, out the sunroof, yellin
 "Thank God it's Friday!" Show a nigga love
 If he got my sound pull the plug, he's not underground
 call him mud, when I flood the airwaves
 Household and stairways (rainy days)
 Waiting for these paydays, think not of the ends
 If I got twenty, my brother get ten
 Now let the madness begin motherfuckers!
 There's nothing in the world that I won't do
 I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
 I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything.. anything..
 There's nothing in the world that I won't do
 I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
 I'll do, anything..
 Yo, yo, yo!
 We got love for those with love for us
 Baby you can look but don't touch, I'm fried off the dust
 And plus, the only thing I trust is a fund
 Ain't no fun, just paranoid niggaz totin guns
 in apparel, keep us camouflaged in the shadows
 That's where I bring this tale that you never get to tattle
 Obliterate the tri-state, and the crime rate
 Tell them swine niggaz fly straight, you can call it fate
 And if it ain't mine, call it fake, bottom line
 End the case, spoonfeed the track just a taste
 of the side dish, soup of the day, I come Wright like N'Bushe
 for them Dead Presidents
 Fuck what you say, and he say, and she say, and they say
 Vacate the premises, caught up in the melee
 Sentence this song, to twenty-five years hard labor
 in the system, where it takes the form of my wisdom
 Respect mine, take my time and protect nine
 Next on the frontline, Mr. Meth
 No more no less, what you see is what your ass get
 Set it off I suggest
 There's nothing in the world that I won't do
 I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
 I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything.. anything..
 There's nothing in the world that I won't do
 I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
 I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything..
 Not a problem that I can't fix
 Cause I can do it, in the mix
 Not a problem that I can't fix
 Cause I can do it, in the mix
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Bert Reid, Clifford Smith (2), Mike Cleveland, Robert Diggs, Ron Dean Miller

Componist: ?

Publisher: Def Jam Records, Inc.

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)

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