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 Artist : METHOD MAN
 
 The Turn | METHOD MAN(feat. Raekwon)
 "Everywhere I turn, I see, your face..."
 
 [Intro: Raekwon]
 Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah
 Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, ya'll
 Yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
 
 [Raekwon]
 And we the Gods, still tear the whole hood apart
 Darts that'll splatter through faces, taste niggaz hearts
 I'm intellectual, plus professional
 And Walbaums to vegetables
 Shit is right here, like buyin' fly gear
 Dare any white man or fan nigga, ran through niggaz
 Blew shotties in niggaz lobbies, the grand RZA
 We left, the radio broke, I yoke my vocals, hittin' green smoke
 Allah Math', show me when the needle broke
 Numb the whole crowd up, stupid ass Loud fouled up
 Never knew what they had, now they proud of us
 Picture my vision, precision, lines jumpin' out of commission
 Divine got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me
 Rae, we gotta generate, lord, I feel the Ditech, the mildew
 Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little
 Wrap up the whole rap government
 
 [Method Man]
 Go head, ya'll floss wit it
 Walk wit, I slap your boss wit it
 Navy blue, New York fitted, I'm cold frost bitted
 Two puffs and off wit it
 You smell the herb, 'fore I lit the spots its forfeit it
 Blocks is hot, feel the shot from fourth/fifth it
 With no regard for your boulevard, just the shit bag and bullet scar
 It's the Riddler, riddle me this, riddle me that
 Who the pretender? And who the door man that let them enter?
 The Wu-Tang, 36 Cham', what you smokin'?
 Got you in the game chokin', like Van Gundy coachin'
 Your street team, bunch of weaklings
 Don't ever let me catch your reachin'
 Respect when a grown man is speakin'
 Shh, keep on sleepin', and just like TLC, I keep on "creepin"
 The five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin'
 The heat seakin', missile official, that got issues
 Like Funk Doc got snot tissue, it's Hott Nikkels
 
 "Everywhere I turn, I see, your face, but you're never there"
 
 [Method Man]
 Shh... shit ain't over..
 Okay, now, same shit, different day, grindin', gettin' paid
 Self at it, automatic, guns that spit and spray
 Gotta have it, ass grab it, time to slip and weight
 Godbody, House your Party, watch the Kid N Play
 Ya'll gon' make me go postal, up in this muthafucka house
 Full of bloodsuckers and hoes that love hustlers
 Roll that izza, pour me another kizza
 Bigga, to my nigga, so drunk they can't get up
 Shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes
 Let the herb spots run til the cops come, suppose
 I was just another stick in the mud, on a Saturday
 Thinkin', how I'mma get the fifth in the club
 See my crew thick, everyday I fights to prove it
 We comes undisputed, with batteries included
 Honey's "bee" like Meth, I be like what?
 They want some free cd's, I'm like "see these" nuts
 
 [Outro: Method Man]
 If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' high tonight, say all right, haha
 If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' drunk tonight, say all right, haha
 It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah, yeah, ok
 It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah..<
 
 
 
 
 
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