| Lyrics: | (News Lady)
Good news Hip Hoppers
The big alert has been called off
It turns out that
the early reports were wrong ALL wrong
Now for that clan out there that had such a tough time
gettin home
Sorry bout that!
I guess the only thing we can do is play you a song
Yeah
do that uh huh uh uh UH
Yes what what what what what what what?
What what what what what
what UH
Yea yea yea (if you don't, lay back)
Raider Ruckus (you catch a lazy jack) Carlton
Fisk
(Yaknahmean) Huh, one.. two.. (Shaolin What?)
Shoes full of dirt, kickin sand on your
works
Something gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse
Live in concert, kids comin out they
shirts
I'm hyped now, jumpin in the crowd feet first
Meant it when i said it, lungs Bring
the Pain son
without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic
needin help from paramedic, Hot
with the Nickle
Bust back, take em wit you
Survival of the Fittest, and the world out to
get us
I feel it in my bones, I can feel it
in my testosterone, when it's on
Stat',
bring it back, hard rap for you pussy-cat
Cognac off the meat rack, where the pussy at?
Johnny, got these niggaz mad at they mommy
Jumping on my hard salami, say what you like
In the Heat of the Night, I crash individuals
Splash on the mic, air-tight with the
lyrical
Chorus: Method
(Nigga run with it, have fun with it
load your gun with it,
and be done with it)
Welcome to the Killin' Field, with Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie
niggaz, goin thru changes
[Method Man]
It all starts with the pad and pen, my special
blend
of herbs and spices on mic divices, murder men
Make em mices, I recommend, somethin
that's priceless
For you rap hooligans, claimin you nicest -acap |
