Take The Heat Method Man

[Intro: [?]]
Spinning the b-b-beats for the streets
It's the Bomb Squad DJ
We getting you crunk right now
Get down or lay down
Take it like a motha fuckin' man

[Chorus: [?]]
He's Mr. Take The Heat, Mr. Baby Rub My Feet
Mr. Don't Be Hanging Late In Streets
Mr. Bring Home The Bacon, Mr. You Ain't Hear Enough
Mr. Pack Your Shit, Mr. Do It To Me Rough
Mr. Please, Drop Me At My Job
Mr. Please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
Mr. Please, Can I Use Your Car
If any man can do all this, he got to be a bad boy

[Verse 1: Method Man]
Fast women and fast cars
A razor blade instead of a tongue, my game sharp
We major leaguers, minor leaguers, get out the park
Bitches, that wanna back talk, get out and walk
I'm too cold, like Iceberg Slim
Ya'll see, I'm caked up with icing
Rolling on dubs, thug for lifing, never trifling
And I ain't never met a piece of pussy I ain't liking
I'm too piping, hot, front, you get got, kid
Don't get too close, because you might get shot