Wild Cats Method Man (Ft. Hanz On (Rap), Redman & Streetlife)

[Intro: Method Man & Redman]
We in the lab smokin' that good-good
Doin' everything hood-hood
Hey, man, let me get some weed, nigga
Like we should-should
Woo
Arrh-arrh-arrh-arhh
I don't think they ready for this
Wild cats
Boom boom
Meth Lab, second season
This how you make a song nigga
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Method Man]
Key to my city, my G is tricky, my tree is sticky
Stairway is pissy, the crown they give me don't even fit me (Huh)
King me, it's risky, if jiggy get me, I plead the fiffy
They'll never snitch me, judge'll convict me, so just acquit me
The fuzz against me, I'm butter-slippery, they think I'm shifty
Zero to sixty, it's just a quickie, you blink, you miss me
I'm just a fishy, got my bread and my chedda crispy
My queen prissy, I kill her dead if she ever quit me
These hoes only look good when tipsy, they said I'm picky, that's perfect
You done scratched the surface, go 'head and sniff me
I'm pushin' fifty, can't find your woman? She pushin' wit' me
Was pushin' lifty, the family business was pushin' piffy
That pusher in me, I did it gritty, no pretty in me
I'm pretty trendy, I had to spend me a pretty penny
One outta many, last to fend me, too many envy
Don't gimmie-gimmie
I do it dirty, no shimmy-shimmy