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Method Man
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What's Happenin' (feat.BUSTA Rhymes)
作词：Anand Bakshi, R.d. Burman, H Jordan, Clifford Smith, Trevor Smith
Aiyo, Tical? What up, Fam
You know busta-bust had to come see you, god
It's good to see you, god, good too see you too, god
Let's take the streets for a little ride, okay, we ridin' high
Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L and just kiss the sky
Huh and if you ever disrespect the bust or Meth, find their mentor
Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time
Come on
I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain
Tical, I'm bustin' that ass again
I burn like acid rain, that acid slang
These niggaz try'na see how I come ash again
Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, Meth for president
Be in Hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of it
And I ain't yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you ain't fuckin' with that, you must be celibate
Spaz, just a little, got a sack lookin' fizzle
Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup
Mommy, if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
Put it in my next video shot by little X
Then MEF gon' work 'til their ain't any left
I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less
Think fast, bank cash
Everybody do it with your stank ass
Make you rob somebody, grab somebody
Stomp somebody, slap somebody
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party
Brooklyn, Shaolin, Queens bridge down to Long Island
Bronx, nigga, Manhattan, to each and every hood, what's happening?
Yeah, let 'em talk, nigga, come on bust
(Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz)
Yeah, ya
Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up
And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time to move
While I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of your
Figure seating sketching, never believe in your niggaz
Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting
Aimin', attackin', instead I'ma let one of my bitches slap you
I ain't watch you when your niggaz'll try
To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant
Very defiant, once I give you the pressure
And then I apply it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet
Captain of this ship, so, call me the pilot
I leave you and your crew to collide with me
Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle
That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit
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Shot you, worst than a brick and then be torturin' you
And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga
This shit'll
Make you rob somebody, grab somebody
Stomp somebody, slap somebody
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party
Brooklyn, Shaolin, Queens bridge down to Long Island
Bronx, nigga, Manhattan to each and every hood, what's happening?
Hah, that's the truth, my nigga
(Yeah, c,mon, nigga, listen, let me talk)
Let me talk, huh, c'mon
Can't you see what I got for you now?
Shake your big fat ass in front of me now
To all my high bidders, to all my live niggaz
We here to blackout, follow the story now
Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna
Just keep the street, but nigga did you
Know when you about to lose it, my nigga
And you know we gon' get real stupid, my niggaz
See the police coming, fireman coming
Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin'
I love to see it whenever you and your man frontin'
Me and Meth'll step to you, quick and smash somethin'
Now, who is he? Dope M.C. killin' these cowards
Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder
Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it
Get back, runnin' your gap, I can't allow it
Well, every nigga you know we seeing it through god
The streets be needing niggaz like me and you, god
Aiyo, I think we're up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo
Logical, we should of done this shit a long time ago
I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes
Nasty M.C. I spit flows and spit in they food
Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothin' like a curious child
I'm simply, a boy in the hood, with furious childs
This shit'll
Make you rob somebody, grab somebody
Stomp somebody, slap somebody
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party
Brooklyn, Shaolin, Queens bridge down to Long Island
Bronx, nigga, Manhattan to each and every hood, what's happening?
Every day, every rotation, come with it, let me talk, come on, hah
Aiyo god, yeah, lord? Flip mode, Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't that some shit?
That's some shit, actually truthfully, busta-bust, Meth Tical
Yeah, yeah, ya, let me know when you wanna do that again, god
Shit, we can do that right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah
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