Method Man - Play IV Keeps
(album "Tical 2000: Judgement Day", lu 384 fois)

Ha, Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea, one time
Yo, never like something from day one
Bring you through let niggaz stick you and play dumb
Play the bitch ass, who care where u came from
You aint prepared for when the pain comes, this niggaz scared
Shooked to death from a cold stare, stunning
Knowing my brothers fiend to do you something ova here
We head hunting in the function I smell fear
Adrenaline starts pumping I smash pumpkins
Hard rock b in the cafe tear the club up
And any one try to judge us their last days
Making sure I gets the last steak
In the food chain is you predator or prey
If u feather weight lyrics blow your back
Crack your verdabrey
Looking for a better way to get my point across
Thoughts accelerate at the same speed as the murder rate
Lord never perpetrate a fraud
To my nigga Carlton Fisk eat a (?)
Truly yours Mr. Meth

Life's a smiffit, one way ticket
Time ticking fast blink you might miss it
Scheming on street shit you might catch 50 stitches
Bodybag, sprayed up buried in muddy ditches
I play for keeps but seem to catch cold feet
My rap sheet speaks for itself concrete
Evident Killa Hill resident double star agent
Secret intelligent my rap style flagrant

Feel the sting of a killer bee
Johnny Blaze, Street Life, Deck, and Mobb Deep
Play for keeps in the city that you never sleep
Pay attention aint no shittin where u gotta eat
We hold it down...

I move like Mad Max cross the waste land
One hand holds the head of the last Brave man
Mademan cuban-linx chain in command
Authorized fan, hot like Sahara sand
My lye team turn the club to a crime scene
High beam flash, promoters die behind cream
Getcha face blown ??? face the chrome
We take this more serious than just a poem

I think about a lot of shit especially when im bent
About the foul shit goin on in my life covering (?) (?)
I smoke cigarette down to Brownsville
Thinking to myself how many lives must the pound kill
Hopefully none, aint the one to give chase
Hemmed by Jake, worrien who might turn state
So I chill put my killin niggaz on the battle field
On the low plotting silent murders never ?cow steal?
Never follow beef I say beef follows me
Wanna settle in the court I say settle in the streets
Like our pops did it u got gats get hot with it
Now you try snitching, because yo got knocked with it
I jus rock with it go with the flow think for a hot minute
Stash my dough secure the funds of profit yo

Yo extreme rhyme niggaz yall wasting your time
Fucking with my niggaz, extraordinary lime twisting
Your mind out position, trying to figure this shit
Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss it
Olympic rap javalon travel beyond
Your weak song doing this for too long and I come strong
Your only a pawn and ?? trying to form against mine
You must have jus been born
Secluded on a distant farm
This is the real world where niggaz get shot and shanked
With this tremendous pain you get your brain inflamed
Crushed to dust by the next mans clutch
Its the infamous who fucks with tense raplust??

Feel the sting of a killer bee
Johnny Blaze, Street Life, Deck, and Mobb Deep
Play for keeps in the city that you never sleep
Pay attention aint no shittin where u gotta eat
We hold it down stand strong on our two feets
We already for a war here fuck peace
Feel the sting of a killer bee
Johnny Blaze, Street Life, Deck, and Mobb Deep
Play for keeps in the city that you never sleep
Pay attention aint no shittin where u gotta eat
We hold it down stand strong on our two feets
We already for a war here fuck peace

"Method Man - Play IV Keeps"
a été ajouté par scooty