(Feat. Method Man) [Intro: Method Man] Scott Storch! [echoes] Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you! The alter ego himself, Black-Ty Girl, gon' get it in [Chorus x2: Black-Ty + Method Man] Girl get that ass on the flo', gon' get it in Drink some'n, smoke some'n, gon' get it in Lean to the left and the right, gon' get it in Do whatever you like, just gon' get it in [Black-Ty:] Walk up in the club and I got two dimes on my arms Haters are grillin but they ain't gon' do no harm So, let me do what I came to do I got, to but I'm lookin fo' a whole new crew Who used to, doin it the way I do And if you're ugly I ain't fuckin wit'chu Pimpin ain't easy but if it's wrong I don't wanna be right I'm leavin here with plenty of 'em tonight It's Black-Ty with the M-E-T-H-O-D, Man Storch on the beat, of course we gon' win Understand I'm a grown ass man in the buildin Hoes catch feelings cause they love how I get it in [Chorus] [Method Man:] Yo, listen I'm like Gil Scott shootin at shit Last poet with that +Heron+ but this time, I'm shootin that get Check my paperwork, I'm movin legit I got this chick boostin my fits, amazin what she do to a dick Oh yeah it's Wu bitch, pass me a spliff Staten Island back in the mix, big boss nigga crackin the whip Ain't no problem, I'm a master at this These silly rappers is really actors who swag jackers yappin they lips (John John!) Next MC, I believe that's me Top model in the bottle of VSOP It's guaranteed I'm a problem to a S.O.B. And you can put half of that on yo' momma and the rest on me Gon' get it in [Chorus] [Interlude: Method Man] Damn, I thought I told you You can lead a horse through water But you can't make 'em drink trick Black-TY! WHAT! Gon' get it in [Black-Ty:] Where all my smokers at? {*inhales*} Gon' get it in It's poppin up in V.I.P. so go and tell a friend Platinum status, official hoe mag-a-net Fake thugs with Don Juan jux, I'm not havin it You find me up in V.I.P. Chillin in the back with a sexy-ass Puerto Rican mami Watch me get busy up on these hoes And my niggaz got ten apiece, we ready to goooo [Method Man:] Yeah, yeah, Method Man and Black-Ty "Is niggaz that fly?" Man do peas got black eyes? Bitch recognize, grab your purse and let's ride Look at Mr. Meth with your ex in the Rex-5 Man I can't lie, be advised big pimpin about to start If this chick wanna back-talk, ERRRT, get out and walk Don't slick talk, with women I like 'em feminine Skin color cinnamon, mami now gon' get it in (get it in) [Chorus] [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, Method Man, Black-Ty Scott Storch on the beat Aiyyo Ty, my brother Scream at your frog my dude, anytime Aight +Baby Boy+? Ah-ha ha ha ha ha You ain't know I was gon' sneak that in there on you Did you Jodi? Hahahaha, yeah y'all Ha-ha, gon' get it in

1, 2, 3, 4. It was too loud to hear what you were thinking. And somehow I knew I would be sleeping alone tonight, But I figured that's alright. Could you still walk home with me? I don't wanna be wondering. You couldn't keep me here. It's you or two months on the road. Just two months waiting by the phone. She grew wings and I grew wheels. And now the dust covers my heels. You couldn't keep me here. It's you or two months on the road. Just two months waiting by the phone. She grew wings and I grew wheels. And now the dust covers my heels. I sent your letter next day air. No-dozed a lot and sat and stared. I couldn't make it fifty pages in that book. I'll pull into town when the saddest sun sets down. And I'll see you at the show. I hope you'll go. You'll be there just waiting for me. Just waiting for me. I'll pull into town when the saddest sun sets down. And I'll see you at the show.