1, 2 Uhh 1, 1 1, 2 Uhh 1, 1 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN One: Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? Here I am here I am, the Method Man Patty cake patty cake hey the method man Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan Peanut butter, cuz I'm not butter In fact I snap back like a rubber Band, I be Sam, Sam I am And I dont eat green eggs and ham Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn You be like oh shit that's the jam Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild I'm about to blow light me up Upside downside inside and outside Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt I am, the one and only Method Man The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran Wrap, with some of this and some of that Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat Over there, but I think he best to beware Of the diggy dog shit right here Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo Like Deck said this aint your average flow Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw The poetry's in motion coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion, oh my lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword Hey hey hey like Fat Albert It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it It's the Method Man Uhh, like that baby paw Uhh I got, fat bags of skunk I got, White Owl blunts And I'm about to go get lifted Yes I'm about to go get lifted I got, myself a forty I got, myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes I'm about to go and stick it Two: Uhh H-U-F-F huff and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind blow then Zoom, I hit the mic like boom Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it go Question what exactly is a panty raider Ill behaviour savior or major flavor All of the above oh yeah plus I do so Also flam I'm the man call me super Not an average Joe with an average flow Doing average things with average hoes Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm For my, Su-per Sperm Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked I smell sess pass the Method Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics Missles and shoot game like a pistol Clip is loaded when I click bang dang A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain J-U-M-P jump and I thump Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin me P-A-N-T-Y-R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't fry Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me Cuz, Ooh I be the super sperm Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie Freak a flow and flow fancy free Now how many licks does it take For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang Fadin motherfuckers like bleach So to each and every crew You're clear like glass I can see right through You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd And ya didnt have friends to begin with I'm M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Yes I am Three: Uhh, Uhh Rappers crossing over to that R&B jinx Walk around town like your shit don't stink Take it from me, hey G, you don't amaze me Shot me at point blank range but only grazed me Nothing mental, just plain and simple Lyrics you bust couldn't bust a fucking pimple Come here kid, what, let me tell you something Your like change of a penny, nothing Wham, Oh shit, God Damn Skippy, hit me, man I get flam Better yet hectic, wreck shit, I'm rowdy Like a license check this be Audi Tippy tippy tum tippy tah tippy tum Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come Straight from the top, the cock, yo I'm fed up I put it in your ear and fuck your whole head up Wu-Tang's gang bang, up your butt crack and Straight from Staten, silky like satin Used to break clicks with stones and sticks Nowadays we do it with the Macs and clips The Method, Man The Method, Man The Method, Man Yes I am, Yes I am M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Uhh, 92 for the Wu Now how brothers want it With salt or butter, motherfucker A doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop chop

Ha ha ha, tokin' on my indo, smokin' on a indo Lookin' through your window Doin' what I win doe, ha ha, ha it goes Who that tokin' on my indo? Fragile niggaz get mashed out, who dat? The Funk D O C Spock hash mouth rhymer The Prime Timer, sharper than barber shop liners Look at my chin, ninety degree bent When I spit I make devils come out east St. Loren I spend so much money on chalk and the indo My weed supplier need to build a drive through window My form of art rock, jewels with Clarks When my bass sparks for fiends it disturbs the NARC's Freak pattern after pattern to leave Angeles Los The roughest rapper a DJ needle came across Knock it in your hummer; if it's too hot dial 9-1-1 Off on you like I know what you did last summer Your dog is my dog, we dogs when it's thug time When the fuckin' hoes keep that drow in your bloodline Yo, I send this to all my, dog To my real niggaz that are true, dog Niggaz who will bust guns for they, dog Niggaz who will spit ones for they, dog Niggaz who be rollin' deep with they, dog Niggaz who blaze blunts with they, dog Niggaz who would do time for they, dog Niggaz who would diss a bitch for they, dog Yo, I'm a dog I piss on the wall in airport bathroom stalls Grab the intercom and yell, fuck you in the mall I drop it with the holocaust force, I got balls I get my pants fitted twelve inches bigger than y'all I went to college, rockin' tie one below outfits Dropped out, but stuck my friends for college deposits Nigga, get a country nigga gun bustin' Like they saw Tu Pac with two glocks still thuggin' Fuckin' with a dog like me, I call your name out While you pussy niggaz call ID, when I blaze You step life your wife got a baby on the way The way I flex son you think I'm made out of clay I'm ill in, my lyrics on the blocks make the killings I string your moms out until diapers take to chillin' I don't like to toot my own horn but I'm the shit And if you hearin' me I see you paid that twelve cent So peace to homey Short dog Peace to that funky nigga Snoop dog Peace to that old nigga Dirt dog Pour some beer out on the curb for your dead dog You can call a female a dog too, true You can feed they stinkin' ass u-canu-bu, dog They fuck your enemies and bring the beef to you You got me, I left a couple in your Fubu A real raw dog never get jealous They keep they shit cocked if niggaz try to dead 'em So ask face, keep your mind on your money I keep the stinkin' ass hoes doin' laundry dog 'Cause I'm a dog Dog Dog Dog Dog

Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh (Uh, uh, uh) Look (Look, look, look) Let's toast to my enemies, no, let's toast to my injuries Turned my negative to positive, I don't need no sympathy I'm the GOAT 'til infinity, I wrote with intensity Plus, my potent delivery, I just hope they remember me When them broke niggas mention me, it don't make no sense to me 'Cause they know they can't fuck with me Guess them ho niggas envy me (Can't fuck with me, hah) But if those niggas get to me, let's say those niggas finished me Bro, just go to dispensaries and smoke to My memory (Go smoke out, nigga, light one up) Know a nigga I love got mad and ran to the internet And spoke what he did for me, yo, you know you offendin' me I don't owe you a penny, don't wanna smoke and sip Hennessy And it's not 'cause I don't love you I just don't need your energy (I don't need that) They love you when you up, look how my phone ring consistently (Hah) If I ever go broke again, bet they won't bring a cent to me (Woo) They can't eat like I'm eatin' 'cause Niggas don't know the chemistry (Talk to 'em) Rockin' Bathing Ape shit from Tokyo they just sent to me, ah But I was gettin' money, talkin' about real money See, other dealers was sellin' at the highest price they could get I sold it cheaper so I was sellin' The most (If you want to, nigga, brr) I sold it so cheap, I started takin' their customers (Yeah) Things are right here, today I'm 'bout to drop off the bag (Off the bag) I'm 'bout to drop the bag (Brr, I'm 'bout to drop the bag, the big bag) My shooter 'bout to come through your back (Brr, through your back) When I drop off the bag (When I drop Off the big bag, boom, boom, boom, boom) I'm 'bout to drop the bag (Brr, drop the bag) I'm 'bout to drop the bag (I'm 'bout to drop the big bag, yeah) My shooter 'bout to do you bad (Doot, doot, Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, do you bad) When I drop off the bag (Brr, when I drop off the big bag, yeah, haha) If I was hustlin', that's it I wouldn't be goin' and meetin' niggas of other nationalities You go get with your cousin Fuck is you talkin' about, nigga, look right You don't know nobody named Armando or none of that You call him Johnny or "Cuz, what's up?" "I need that dot" Fuck out of here, he calling' Jamal up "I need nine" And he callin' Shawn up "I need half a chicken" Five niggas callin' up for a bird, nigga Don't ever compare your raggedy-ass niggas, man

Uh, uh, uh Life is 'bout trials and tribulations And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin' 'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost) I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh) I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him I tell 'em, "No," they talk down on me and try to play it Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em (What about all the other times, nigga?) Funny how they can be so forgetful Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?) I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts) You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh) Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap) Huh, my girl said, "Don't let it stress you" But she don't even know that I'm depressed too Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie) Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it) I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?) Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man) Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?) The bullshit in life, everybody go through that But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh) I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin') This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh) My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, "Don't do that" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?) Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh) People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga) And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha) I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn) Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh) And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world) That's why I drink a bottle daily For all the shit I keep bottled in lately Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie) Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it) I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?) Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man) Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?) Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh) Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up) Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby) And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin') Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh) Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?) Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh) How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody) Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit They like, "Why you stressed, boy? You blessed" They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep) Burnin' this kush while I pace Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit) If you only knew what it took, what it takes You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo) Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie) Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it) I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?) Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man) Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?) Do you know what it feels like to be alone? For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out? You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you They wouldn't help you get back up You was all alone, you was in a dark place But one day, that spark kicked in you You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you But you was still by yourself You was by yourself them nights in the gym You was by yourself them nights in the trap And you said, "I'ma come back" And that's what you did, you came back But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, "I don't wanna be around you I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again" You came alive That was the motivation that pushed you to come back And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred And everybody know your name again But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad You're back (you're back, you're back...)

Woo, yeah Yeah, woo Woo, brr Look, Machine, bitch You gotta salute me (salute me), I'm in rare form I'm back in my Devil's Reject bag, you gotta rebuke me (hah) You gotta excuse me, I'm the new Jim Jones, Capo, and Louis Don't fuck around, get shot in your kufi (boom, boom) I be rockin' this jewelry, lot of supermodels try to seduce me All from the shit that I jotted on loose leaf And she gon' bring her friend with her so I get a two-piece I usually got the throttle and the Prada Crossbody, I'm Gucci (what's good, nigga?) I had rappers in my section tryna drink all my bottles like groupies Ain't no rapper stoppin' my two-three (not at all) That's the zone I'm in, I write with a golden pen But lately, I ain't even been writin' And I just been goin' in (go in, nigga) They say the eyes is the windows to the souls of men I know some friends pocket watchin' Plottin' on the dough I spend (I know it) No driver license, I drove a Benz Everything I drop an album of the year contender Here I go again (let's go) Made a few million, I barely announced it (hah) Rappin' better than niggas, I can barely pronounce shit (ha) Gettin' to this position was like scalin' a mountain Now look at me, weighin' money On the scale when I'm countin' (woo, talk to 'em) We was really whippin' them grams (hah) Really gettin' 'em bands, get my lil' sister a Lamb' I came back to kill these niggas again Lyrics written in Braille, nigga you gotta feel it to understand So when they say, "Who iller?", I'm like, "Really, nigga? You playin'" You really must be his fan or ain't hearin' the shit I'm sayin' (hah) Gettin' rich off t-shirts really wasn't the plan But every time I drop I reel in two hundred grand, nigga (you see the bag, right?) Niggas try blockin' my goals I'ma make it messy (you see what I did there?) My OG told me, gotta kill a nigga you love Do it clean, you don't make it messy Bells Palsy, bitches still say I'm sexy Remember I used to go put work in I would take the Pesci (hah) That's what we call the thirty-eights To make sure they respect me (cap) Correctional facilities can't correct me, nigga (brr) Machine, bitch Look (yeah) From king to a God, nigga (brr, brr, brr) Ah

Look, tell them rap niggas we takin' over, had to change the flow up Now I'm in the Maybach sippin' a Spade mimosa Take a big and make the quota with the bakin' soda Pray to Jehovah, K with the shoulder strap, spray, it's over (brr) Wait, hold up, if I say so, spray your Rover Spray the fold-up, niggas good fellas like Ray Liotta (hah) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (brr) Shooter sniff the yay, he need to wake his nose up (cash) I'm from the East side, them niggas over there be wildin' (uh-huh) And catchin' bodies, throwin' bullets like Aaron Rodgers (talk to 'em) I'm lookin' at these rap niggas like, "Is there a problem?" (what's poppin', nigga?) I part the middle of your head like Larry Johnson (woo) Kush in the morning, drink my 'gnac in the day I'm tired of hearin' old niggas talk about back in the day (fuck outta here) I ride around with two things, that's a MAC and a K Act like I'm playin', I'm pullin' up and I'ma blast you away (brr brr, brr, brr) Uh, yeah, I need to see the money pile over (uh-huh) My shooter comin' off the bench like Kyle Korver (boom, boom, boom) Hide the body for a month and left a foul odor I'm Kobe Bryant on my team, I'm the fuckin' closer, nigga (Machine) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (yeah, shit real, nigga, uh) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (the whole house heard that shit, nigga) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga) (Empty them clips, homie) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (brr, brr, brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom) Daringer compared to RZA I'm compared to niggas that'll stab you in your face with a pair of scissors (hold that) Courtside watchin' the Wizards, Cartiers expensive (uh-huh) Air the extended (uh-huh), have you layin' somewhere in intensive (brr, brr, ah) I swing this MAC, I'm clearin' the fences Enough shooters on my team to embarrass the Pistons (nigga) The trap empty, all I had, kitchenware and a biscuit (that's it) I need a pile of dirty cash, and somewhere I can rinse it (uh-huh) This for my niggas in the Fed max who pray daily (I 'member that) My dawg pulled his mask up and sprayed 80 (brr) That's Wayne Perry shit, y'all niggas Wayne Bradys (y'all pussy, huh) I'm leavin' with your daughter if you can't pay me (what's poppin'?) These OGs 'round me real veterans (facts) My shooters real reckless, it take a lot for me to feel threatened (nigga) In interviews, they askin' real questions (like what?) Like, "Is you still hustlin'? In videos, you usin' real weapons?" (no comment) If it's time to clip you, we the ones to move I got the call about it before I seen it on the news (ah) Light brown interior, the seats peanut butter too The whole gang be doin' life if we leave it up to you (uh, you a rat, nigga) Everybody G 'til they get hit with a hawk (hit with a hawk) Walk the main line in the L and get hit with a fork (uh-huh) Had a clientele's list that was as big as New York That's why the door on my bedroom thick as a vault The Butcher, nigga, ah Ayo, no bricks in the Off-White RIMOWA Them shits see-through, we rock it for the culture Bodies on each pole, keep actin' like you know us (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Beautiful nightmares, we runnin' out of soda So much Dior Homme, thought I was Kim Jones Fuck it, cop me an island, dip the Benz in gold (skrrt) Cook another brick, then the kitchen closed (ah) Ran up in his locker, take that nigga phone (ah) Catch him in his cell, my ahk sprayed him up (brr) He did it for some oil and a prayer rug MachineGun in the summer, still wearin' gloves B.O meet me in the mess hall with all my Bloods Insha Allah, I see a hundred Get caught with it, I'll be home in three summers (ah) Get caught without it, might not live to speak about it My nigga still got 40, he might not leave up out it Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (yeah, shit real, nigga, uh) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (the whole house heard that shit, nigga) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga) (Empty them clips, homie) Sprayed 80, the baby woke up (brr, brr, brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom)