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 Artist : METHOD MAN
 
 Meth Vs. Chef | METHOD MAN(feat. Raekwon the Chef)
 [Intro:]
 
 Duel, worthy of a general
 If you want to fight, fight with me!
 One to one!  Man to man!
 
 Get ready to gel team!
 Live and direct from the one-six-ooh
 We got Tical, pow!  Raekwon the Chef, Tical!
 It's about to go on, Tical!
 You make the call, I make the call!
 It's all for all
 Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
 (count my shells)
 And there's about to be one left
 (count my shells, nigga)
 I know you know it'son kid
 (Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)
 [bell rings]
 
 [Verse One: Method Man]
 
 Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye
 Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
 niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught
 a bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short
 of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening
 style, blowing up the spot like ballistic
 missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven
 tearing up the power-u, Me-Tical
 A bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck
 hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front
 out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain
 of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments
 A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat
 Wrap a power in a tec, to wet
 a nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases
 Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever
 Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer
 Bobbin on my nob like an all day sucker
 [bell rings] Bitch!
 Meth Vs. Chef
 (it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef
 (yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef
 (yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef
 (callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death
 [bell rings]
 
 [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]
 
 I'm goin all out kid no turnbacks
 You could try to front, get smoked and that's that
 Lyric assassin, dressed in black buggin
 Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then
 I go to war in a conrete jungle, make the punt
 cause niggaz act funny, and fumble
 But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly
 Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die
 Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin
 Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop
 No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session
 Bloodshot in that direction, cypher
 [bell rings]
 'Tack you like chess moves best move
 Yo, yeah, yo
 The boards, your ass
 'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings*
 'Tack the boards like chess moves best move
 at Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew
 Live direct, yeah you better step
 Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet
 Motivate, to the gate
 With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle
 Airwaves, yo behave
 Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way
 [bell rings three times]
 Ahh shit!
 
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