Method Man Lyrics

Method Man Lyrics

"Y.O.U. Lyrics"

Don't Fade Away Lyrics
Although we've had our differences of opinion through the years I can't deny what I am feeling in here There are feelings I can hide within me and feelings that I can't conceal Like the ones that are bringing on this tears Sometimes I think that I never get to know you well enough, never understand why you did the things you did Although I'm part of you and you're part of me too I just wanted you to understand that I'm Not an echo of your life I don't never want to forget the sound of your voice

Meth

Traces of lipstick on my collar

Baby you got to do some more to get this last dollar

Hotter than lava when you come believe that I'ma follow

Lady Madonna like to drink but she don't like to swallow

Rockin' that Prada, honey stay up in the beauty-polla'

Girl it would be my honour, make you my babymomma

Holler she hella proper, fuck with tha dumbin' cousin

Sucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them duckin' buckin'

Suckin' then finga-fuckin', then let me say you somethin'

I'm knock the stuffin' of that English muffin

Can't tell me nuthin', uhn uhn

Pushin yo panic button when I'm stuckin

All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC! Oh girl you nasty



Redman

Yo' I get it on poppin'

Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my drawers

Suckin' your mouth with a torn stockin'

Rapped around ? , I'm creepin' when you parkin'

Shoot out the lights, darkening the area, then hop in <
Muevete Lyrics
Voy pateando botes por la calle y me dices que hay un revent?n; en tu coche no esta nadie tu me dices "anda sube. que agasajo nos daremos hoy!" voy mirando de reojo y siento tu mirad? como un gancho en mi y nos vamos a la fiesta pero tu solo das vueltas pues te dieron mal la direcci?n... ?yeme tu! esta calle esta muy sola t?! yo ya se que estas mintiendo t?! con tus manos me provocas t?! todo el coche estas moviendo todo el coche estas moviendo todo el coche
BR>
Pick up my bigga nigga who helped me figured the plottin'

Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough

Shoppin' in rotten--New York, birds flockin'

Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat

Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', they leave the parking

Niggaz unforgetable can be forgotten

Doc and Meth's album enterin the top ten!

Choppin' it raw, lockin' 'n blockin',

Only raw choppin' his metaphores, so cops can stop watchin'

I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em

Renevate your appartment, when these two things barkin'

My Mackamichi knockin', bougie holes be spottin' on they tampons

I get 'em drippie like leaky faucets



Chorus: Redman, [Meth]

Now who a bitch nigga?!

[Now who a snitch nigga?!]

Now who the shit nigga?!

[Now who the sick nigga?!]

Now who you with nigga?!

[With who you with nigga?!]

Who rock shit nigga?!

[Who pop shit nigga?!
For Those Who Died (Return To The Sabbat Mix) Lyrics
"You stand before this court, accused of heresy and witch craft. How do you plead?" "Not guilty!" "Guilty!" Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies Their unforgotten violence, remember those who died And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still Their unjust accusations demanding that I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church's clemency Yo




[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on!

[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on!

[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on!

[Come on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on!



Redman

I figured it out: ya'll niggaz ain't as big as yo' mouth

My street-value well it ain't won't even fit in yo' couch

When I bust titties come out

No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out

Son's ya duck out! Nuthin' to lose, poppin' a two up in ya goose

Buckle yo shoes, scuffle my boots, fuckin' with you

Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana

Marijuana got bitches on they knees and they gon' bind us

Gettin' 'em dirty dirty with the hersey and the bombin'

Holla the drama, fire two in ya armor

Ya pigeon betta call ma, the ice is a honour

To in help me lift an arm up, lebaba(?) with ya momma

Even dirty her donna, my dick is heronomic

Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you nasty
Get Over It Lyrics
Walking down the street, I'm walking down the street People drift by and they dance a certain beat I'm walking towards you with flower in my hand One of these days you're gonna understand The lives fall away (?) but the road goes on I lose my way inside a song Sing about the things that you've never had It's funny how I'm happy when you're sad Where can I get over it ?
BR>

Meth

Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance

Ain't go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition

Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin'

Come mis and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different

Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin'

I ain't the one for trickin', or anybody-kickin'

Rippin' these compesitions, scrippin' them paper-written

Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' like Scottie Pippen

It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frost bittin'

Shittin' like 'No he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin'

Chattin' like Joe gettin'

All in the zone settin' it off like Big Daddy

It ain't no half-steppin'...I keep rappin'

Staten you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'

Duckin' my Smith & Wesson , trashin' the Meth and catchin'

Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty



Chorus