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Intro: sample
"Wanna see the world, ain't scared to do it
Even if, your shocked by it
Me and you, lost when you do it
By myself, better off bein' you"

Intro: Method Man
Smoke cess nigg*, smokin' that A.K
Norther lights, yeah.. stick 'em!
Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby doll
Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I., better
known as the crooked letter I
Come on! Self Service

Method Man
Y'all know me since '93, now let that weed burn
Back in this b*tch, class dismissed, it's the return
Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn
Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y'all killas learn
Your only as good as your last hit
Soon as you put them automatics on safety that's it
I calm them b*stards, I call them ratchets
Till you blasted, till y'all come ashes to ashes
We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound
You either up or down, don't get that as* kicked
Ya'll fk around, y'all only tough around
The crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that as* kicked
What part of the game is this?
I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came to b*tch, nigg*
So, whose the whipped nigg*, don't even trip, nigg*
Some say they pull trigga, I think they bull
I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk
Then daddy might get him some tonight
Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics
Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right
Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city
To find out it'll cost you bout a buck fifty
Across your face swiftly, my after taste s**tty
Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two t*ts
And I ain't even got to say my name
I got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick"
You think it's all a game, like p*ssy all the same
I'm speakin' toilet slang, not seakin' hall of fame
It's raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dooky
Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie
That like to pop snoopy, think she gon' pop coochie
Just cuz you got Gucci, don't mean you not hoochie
Girl, I tell it like a T-I-N
Ain't no other kids eatin' till I feed my kids
Trick, oh, you ain't crushin', sister, I can't do nothin' wit you
My money's celebate, honey, and we ain't fkin' wit you
I do it for the nookie, some say I'm too pushy
Only thing better than p*ssy, that's some new p*ssy
There that go, looky, it's gettin' ugly even
With so broke, they couldn't spend a lovely even

Outro: Method Man
Yeah, that's it
Yeah, Method Man has just left the muth*fkin' building