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Method Man

Killin Fields

  hip-hop  rap  wu-tang  hip hop  new york
980 3 часа назад

Текст песни Method Man - Killin Fields

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{intro, some lady, whateva}{method babbles for a bit about wu affiliates}[method man]Shoes full of dirt, kickin sand on your worksSomethin gotta hurt, catch a case off a verseLive in concert, kids comin out they shirtsIm hyped now, jumpin in the crowd, feet firstMeant it when I said it, lungs bring the pain sonWithout the anesthetic, make em look patheticNeedin help from paramedic, hot with the nickelBust back take em witchu, survival of the fittestAnd the world out to get us, I feel it in my bonesI can feel it in my testosterone when its onStat bring it back, hard rap for your pussycatCognac, off the meat rack, where the pussy at? Johnny, got these niggaz mad at they mommyJumpin on my hard salami, say what you likeIn the heat of the night, I crash individualsSplash on the mic airtight with the lyricalChorus:Nigga run with it, have fun with itBlow your gun with it, and be done with itWelcome to the killin field, where johnny dangerousHeadbanger boogie niggaz, goin through changes[method man]It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blendOf herbs and spices on mic devices, murder menMake em mices I recommend, somethin thats pricelessFor you rap hooligans, claimin you nicestCall it what you like kid.. you can even callA psychic for all I care, still aint got a prayerAmonst the righteous, blazini, cheat death like houdiniWord to bad bird that fucked nerds in bikinisObserver, lyrical flurs, you bein servedFrom the gizzard, pluckin yo nerves with nouns and verbsFrom the ghetto to the suburbs, I must be heardNiggaz get what niggaz deserveYou can put that on my clan logo, wu-tang group or soloBloody up my next promoWith the blood of the next bozo, clown-ass niggaz be locoPuffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoaChorus[method man]Yo yo, shit be hot in the kettle potTwisted metal bust shot til the beef settle, forget me notCity nights get a nigga hype, scar of lifeSend em back now we poltergeist, ghost, tell emWho the number the one rap host? huh? Verbal overdose leave em comatose, huh? The nigga with the golden throat is out to get you, hot nickelBust back and take em witchu, eye for eyeNever lie, crossin my heart, hopin you dieSomebody pat the engineer down, I think he wiredIm off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggaz need thatThey need gats, cockin heat back, be out like freejackThe heats on, you think one-eight, and johnnys blamedWho that nigga burn biscuits, and spit flameLeave no witness, in the fast lane with shady bitchesThat only want me for my riches, I know your steezTerror fabulous, caution, biohazardous degreesFrom this ravenous, mcs be yappinMeth be the co-captain, on def jams thats close captionedFor hearin impaired, to get a share, now whats happeninMoney to share, thats why we hereAnd yall actin, like we cant eat, like yall eatNow we scrappin, out in the streetI know your crews hardheaded motherfuckersAnd Im just like youChorusWelcome to the killin field, where johnny dangerousHeadbanger boogie niggaz, goin through changesI been in the ghetto all my lifeI swore to take that bitch for better or for worse, yaknowhatimsayin? Thats for life nigga yknow? til death do us part..

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