John 3:16 Mathematics (Ft. Method Man & Panama P.I.)

[Intro: Method Man]
Boy, you ain't shit
Muthafuckin' right, this my intro, my nigga
Allah Math, that was a good one
One love to the God Inf
In my heart baby, one, one
Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill (we gon' freak
This shit like this)
Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz

[Hook: Method Man]
I'm screamin' long live The W
I see you fools through the same as my brothers do
Now can somebody tell me who let them dogs out
And watch these villains tear the roof off they dog house

[Verse 1: Method Man]
Who got that champagne, got that remy, got it good and plenty
Who only got a few friends, and they not friendly
And to scrubs, I might just blackout and blow your lightbulb
We turn night clubs to Fight Club
That's what happens when you invite thugs
The bouge function with haters and busters
And big head Hollywood hoes, let's get the fuckers
Guess who, you like Meth who
Now let me show you what the tech do
Spit when he talk, and word wet you
It's the return of the su-super sperm
Mackin', lovin' my perm, have ya, fling out that burn, bitch
If you don't know me, then you better know my flow
Meth Jigga what, Jigga who, jiggalo