Оригинален текст
*sounds of fighting*
"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.
En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style."
"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!"
Intro: Method (and others)
From the tip top?
(Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fk's up with light dude?)
Yup
One two (no doubt, no doubt)
One two one two
Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)
Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that s**t up)
Ah one two yo, check me out
Chorus:
What's that s**t that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical
Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
What's that s**t the smokin? Tical... tical, tical
Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
Verse One:
Check it, I got styles, all of em sick
ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks
I make em s**t about a pile, of bricks to show
He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe
That wanna flow, here it is, comin up s**t's creek
I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep
and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass
In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas
It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky
Method Man on some s**t, call me The Fly
Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles
Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll
get severe on the double I harass it
I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble
Ya b*stard, check the wicked flows that I crafted
Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered
By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it
Chorus
One two, uh, one two one two
One two, uh, one two one two
One two, uh, one two one two
Check it out
Verse Two:
What goes off? What goes on? The Meth s**t
that we got is to stay high, no question
Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin
When brothers start wettin everything in ya section
Move that, came strapped, shoulda knew that
Do dat, p*ssy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that
To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up
To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up
Is there a fkin snake in my garden?
Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet
Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf
In a fked UP situation, without no help
I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody
God d*mn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin wigs
I be sprayin, brother with words
Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM
Chorus
One two uh, one two one two
One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fkin with tical)
(yeah better recognize... tical...)
