Текст песни Method Man f Left Eye - Tical 2000: Judgement Day
Method Man f Left Eye - Tical 2000: Judgement Day слова песни
All the children come into the light...[Sample of "Bright Tomorrow"] There will be...Chorus/Intro: Left Eye and Method ManRock a bye baby from the rooftopWhen the guns blow, your cradle gets rockedWhen the earth quakes and the sky starts to fallDown will come emcees, fake shit and all!Verse One: Method ManOn top I be the show shotThe bomb dropAfter shot blow your bumba claat to smithereensTime stop, flyin` guillotinesCommin for your flockWhat you mean you spilled the beans, ay?Black out and thought I seen popLazer beam glockWhats a bird to a brother with a flock, wha?They got some nerveTo even try and shit a turdOn John J, flap a nigga gateWith the wordplayHot Nik shoot you with the giftIts your birthdayGod hatin` ugly in the worst wayFuck `em like the Earth sayFrom first day I survey the hassleDeath knockin at your doorIn the Big AppleMeth rotton to the coreShackle, in the sound castleThe doungeon, with verminIn the form of emcees determinedTo step foot on God soilNot knowin` that these egg heads come hard boiledAnd heavy handedThe aliens they just landedAnd you in the wayOverthrow these niggas planetIndependance DayFelons, get split melonsHomicide buck niggas get the buck with peletsInsecticideJohnny 5 take it worldwideAs long as I pledge aligence to the Dark SideI`ll never dieWho ya know with a flow like this?Bring em inWhat clan you know blow like this?Bring em inTake that nigga [that nigga...][Sample] Hook One: Method Man [Left Eye]The sound of gun birth put the foul in this earth [foul in this earth]You can`t fake plannin` from the ?Mack Control Theories? [Mack Control Theories]Murder in the first bring `em back down to Earth [back down to Earth]You niggas don`t hear me, prepare for the worst! [prepare for the worst]Verse Two: Method ManTimes gon change, nuttin will remain the sameMillion dollar broke niggas still fucked up in the gameMake me wanna choke niggas shittin` on my nameTuck your chain I approach nigga Go Against the Grain now?Hit the standin` brain? nowDie Hard fan call me John John McClain nowSnake vs the Crane StyleDeath to the enemy, Wu brother number oneThe centipede, trouble someSend `em all to Kingdom ComeSun still shine oneTime for your crooked mindDrunk off of cheap wineSon I`m in the street crimeEvery word, every lineGot juice very fineTurn me loose on mankindDetionate the land mineFunk gets me goin` nowNever sell, never soldLive by the code nowNever tell, never toldDarts I throwLike Clyde with the finger rollClut shots an what notThis is where the buck stops