| Lyrics: | sounds of fighting*
"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.
En
garde I'll let you try my Wu Tang style."
"I'd like to try your Wu Tang style let's begin
then!"
Intro: Method (and others)
From the tip top?
(Aiyyo
aiyyo what the fuck's up with light dude?)
Yup
One two (no doubt no doubt)
One two one two
Yo one two uh one two one two (yeahh we gon' be up in that)
Ah
one two uh one two one two (yeah light that shit up)
Ah one two yo, check me out
Chorus:
What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical
Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical...
tical, tical
Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
Verse One:
Check it, I got styles, all of em sick
Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead
man's kicks
I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show
He ain't nuttin but
another, a lone John Doe
That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek
I come
to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep
and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass
In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas
It's a bird, it's a plane, take a
look in the sky
Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly
Cause my style,
dates back to hoppin turnstyles
Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll
get severe on the double I harass it
I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble
Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted
Open up a deadly venom style to be
mastered
By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
Joe, with a hellafied flow, there
ya have it
Chorus
One two, uh, one two one two
One two, uh,
one two one two
One two, uh, one two one two
Check it out
Verse Two:
What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit
that we got is to stay high, no
question
Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin
When brothers start wettin
everything in ya section
Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that
Do dat,
pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that
To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up
To
the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up
Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?
Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet
Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf
In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help
I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody
God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs
I be sprayin, brother with
words
Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM
Chorus
One two uh, one
two one two
One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)
(yeah niggaz better recognize... tical |
