[Intro]
Yeah, one-two, one-two, it's Big M-E-F
The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab, yo
On my way the weed spot, haha, what's good?
Fuck that, what's hood? Staten Island Advance
Big up to my man Magic down in MIA, what up cuzzo?
[Chorus]
Knock-knock, who is it, aw, shit it
Hot peas and butter, come and get it
Somebody done fucked up now
Meth spit it, I comes with it
Quick to tell these critics eat a did-ick
Somebody done fucked up now
Y'all done did it, done stepped in it
Now run and tell them niggas who the realest
Somebody done fucked up now
Can you dig it? You'll never stop the kid up in the fitted
Live with it, somebody done fucked up (Look)
[Verse 1]
I'm cutting corners on these clowns, marijuana in pounds
Found with Staten Island niggas that run up on you with rounds
Take a drag, pass it around, guess who back in your town
In the Crown Vic' with Officer Brown patting him down
Shit's thick, thick as hominy grits, come with some thugs
Ain't no harmony, bitch, them niggas probably snitch
Y'all be the judge, look what happened to Cochise
What happens when your co-Ds is talking to police, you dig?
Have a cig, let me fuck with ya wig, although you loving the style
There ain't a pedophile could fuck with the kid
Now that I'm back up on my feet, take it back to the streets
In the GM with your BM in the passenger seat
Riding hood, but my hood ain't no hike in the wood
Life is good, it's so good, live it twice if I could
Man, it's me, once again it's that Wu-Tang
Crushing the shit that you bring, you know how we do things
Yeah, one-two, one-two, it's Big M-E-F
The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab, yo
On my way the weed spot, haha, what's good?
Fuck that, what's hood? Staten Island Advance
Big up to my man Magic down in MIA, what up cuzzo?
[Chorus]
Knock-knock, who is it, aw, shit it
Hot peas and butter, come and get it
Somebody done fucked up now
Meth spit it, I comes with it
Quick to tell these critics eat a did-ick
Somebody done fucked up now
Y'all done did it, done stepped in it
Now run and tell them niggas who the realest
Somebody done fucked up now
Can you dig it? You'll never stop the kid up in the fitted
Live with it, somebody done fucked up (Look)
[Verse 1]
I'm cutting corners on these clowns, marijuana in pounds
Found with Staten Island niggas that run up on you with rounds
Take a drag, pass it around, guess who back in your town
In the Crown Vic' with Officer Brown patting him down
Shit's thick, thick as hominy grits, come with some thugs
Ain't no harmony, bitch, them niggas probably snitch
Y'all be the judge, look what happened to Cochise
What happens when your co-Ds is talking to police, you dig?
Have a cig, let me fuck with ya wig, although you loving the style
There ain't a pedophile could fuck with the kid
Now that I'm back up on my feet, take it back to the streets
In the GM with your BM in the passenger seat
Riding hood, but my hood ain't no hike in the wood
Life is good, it's so good, live it twice if I could
Man, it's me, once again it's that Wu-Tang
Crushing the shit that you bring, you know how we do things
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