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 Artist : METHOD MAN
 
 Elements | METHOD MAN(feat. Star, Polite)
 [Method Man]
 (There...there?)
 One more game
 Yo, uh huh uh huh
 Staar
 Surround sounder, blunt smokin, remy downer
 Hip-hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder
 You get skidawed, undertakin' undergrounders
 This lyricist, lounge with low, that be lounger
 Aliens is out of townish, fuck applause
 niggas clap now with forty pounders, and fourty-fours
 Is it all, fair in love with war
 Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
 Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
 My vocal cords break the laws that apply to nature
 Low and these niggas love to hate ya
 Request the henney straight no chaser
 Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya
 Now gimme yours
 
 [Star]
 Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal
 Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars
 (Allah punk) I'm hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin' like Christ
 Recitin' psalms in the streets of Babylon
 (Verbs I gather well) ?? data shells
 My squad camoflauge your wealth
 Like the bible with parabels
 With the navigator, spittin razor sharp, breath laser data
 That'll tickle you now, but sway you later
 
 [Method Man]
 On this one call me Lee Major
 Million dollar man, bionic or proffesor chronic
 Still not a player, I just fuck alot the panty raider
 Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager
 Stankin' ass
 
 [Polite]
 Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the bullet
 You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it
 Bet if I pull my gun I'm gon' squeeze
 I'm startin at your head, son, and stoppin' at your knees
 I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs
 Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood
 Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt mental
 Foul thoughts paralyzin temples, it's just that simple
 
 [Chorus]
 [All]
 You better come with your best gun
 Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun
 Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now
 My squads down for whatever with whoever now
 Let's get it on
 Best to come with your best gun
 Niggas be rollin', it's all war no fun
 Niggas be holdin', you niggas under pressure now
 My squads down for whatever with whoever now
 Let's get it on
 
 [Star]
 Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four fifth glock
 We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got
 Was lip lock, heavy heat, steady street sweepin your peeps
 Hawks, machete chops puttin' cease to your petty fleets
 This raw rebel got more metal than pop
 And rock groups, when my glock shoots the scores settled
 A ground attack, I'm bound to clap rounds of rap
 Clowns are found flat, face down around the map
 Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five
 The size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle mine
 
 [Method Man]
 I told you once, I told your ass a thousand times, chump
 Body in the trunk, stay in line punk,
 (Fucking with your mind?)
 
 [Polite]
 Yo
 You be the actual, sixteen bars, comin' after you
 Never go against my team, they might embarrass you
 Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed
 Put your hands up, I'ma put a hole in your paws
 Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro
 Two choices, bass off or either die slow
 We all scholars when it's time to clean a dirty dollar
 Attack the boards, it's like a rotweiler
 
 [Method Man]
 Niggas comin out they shoes like they Usher
 These motherfuckers on the run, and they socks from
 The bounty hunter, Iron Lungster, rain and thunder
 Here come the lightning now I'm strikin' back at niggas bitin'
 Pushin' buttons just to step away from self-destruction
 Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin'
 Suckin' away from bustin'
 Yall brothers laugh now and cry later
 I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega
 Whoopin' that ass, walk you dogs through the lookin' glass
 Been burnin' MC's since cookin' class
 Makin' it hot like the summer in the crackspot
 With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot
 On each block, I'm the remedy, send them back to me
 After detock, shorty got knuckles in the Reebok
 Plus we got a problem with the Benz
 (What's the problem with the Benz)
 She want the six-hundred, but she aint got the ends
 
 [Chorus]
 [All]
 You better come with your best gun
 Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun
 Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now
 My squads down for whatever with whoever now
 Let's get it on
 
 
 
 
 
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