| Lyrics: | Intro:
Take that motherfucker
GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!
Yeah, good morning to all
you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz
Word to the camoflouge large niggaz
Bitch niggaz
fuckin my body
Bring that fuckin meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some
good Nightrain
and yo, set it off
Verse One: Raekwon the Chef
Champion gear
that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN
As
I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty,
get you open like six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just like rockin what? Twin
glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war
right now
So, yo, bombin
We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments
Save ya breath
before I bomb it
Verse Two: Method Man
I be that insane nigga from the psycho
ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even
fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save
the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? More
than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks
with the owls
So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical
On the chessbox
Verse Three:
Inspector Deck
Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The
force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabaz |
