| Lyrics: | Meth Vs. Chef"
(feat. Raekwon the Chef)
[Intro:]
Duel, worthy of a
general
If you want to fight, fight with me!
One to one! Man to man!
Get ready
to gel team!
Live and direct from the one-six-ooh
We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef,
Tical!
It's about to go on, Tical!
You make the call, I make the call!
It's all for
all
Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
(count my shells)
And there's about to be one
left
(count my shells, nigga)
I know you know it'son kid
(Bring that shit I don't
give a fuck!)
[bell rings]
[Verse One: Method Man]
Who lit that shit it
was I the chinky-eye
Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
niggaz thought, that
they could walk a dog but they caught
a bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short
of a
picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening
style, blowing up the spot like
ballistic
missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven
tearing up the
power-u, Me-Tical
A bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck
hit your chest, like
cardiac arrest, blow the front
out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain
of the dog
shit, nobody move run your garments
A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat
Wrap a
power in a tec, to wet
a nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases
Sniffling sneezing
coughing aching stuffy head fever
Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer
Bobbin on
my nob like an all day sucker
[bell rings] Bitch!
Meth Vs. Chef
(it's my turn) Meth
Vs. Chef
(yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef
(yo, yeah, one more time nigga)
Meth Vs. Chef
(callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death
[bell
rings]
[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]
I'm goin all out kid no
turnbacks
You could try to front, get smoked and that's that
Lyric assassin, dressed in
black buggin
Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then
I go to war in a conrete jungle,
make the punt
cause niggaz act funny, and fumble
But I relax, count my shells, a lot of
heads gotta fly
Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die
Time for jet-black Tim boot,
flowin
Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop
No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the
session
Bloodshot in that direction, cypher
[bell rings]
'Tack you like chess moves
best move
Yo, yeah, yo
The boards, your ass
'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell
rings*
'Tack the boards like chess moves best move
at Rae through, comin at your
motherfuckin crew
Live direct, yeah you better step
Gunshots ring on the set, let's
jet
Motivate, to the gate
With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your
Isle
Airwaves, yo behave
Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way
[bell
rings three times]
Ahh shit!
[Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth |
