[Intro: Ghostface Killah, RZA & Method Man]
Word, these motherfucking niggas, man
Yeah, I hear that, you got that shit, right?
Yeah, I got it, let me hear it
I'ma two-way Sunn back right now
Next time she show up right on time for this shit
Word, no doubt
Better stop smoking on that shit
Fuck that, hey, don't do it with him
Whatever
Yo yeah, let me get that motherfuckers saying on this, nigga
Yeah, niggas be bugging in here
Nigga don't speak no fuckin' English, word?
You get me everything? I got you a cheese join
Diamond biscuits, motherfucker!
Now let's see, we don't get down like that
See, he holds his own, haha, he holds his own
Haha, he holds his own (Bank!)
John BlizzyStraight like that
He holdin' twenty on this
Ghost Deini, uh-huh! Yeah!
ShaCronz, the invincible, baby
Bad boys Suga Bang, it's like that!
D-Digi!
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Spontaneous combustion got niggas lusting
Fuckin' with this head busting track spanker
Decaffeinator crab sinker, 25
Tryna live to see my 40 acre before I die
Immaculate conception like loaded weapons
Shooting up your rap session in mere seconds
Your whole style is undressing
Try to hide yourself behind the R&B section and got spotted
Fuckin' with them fake artists who make garbage
Now you're like a human target with no direction
And no protection, rap nigga ass out and no question
Dead and buried
We rolling like the military
Fuck dog shit, hotter beats and pop cherries on virgin mics
Style very critical, by any means necessary
Mad lyrical, the Ghost Rider
Want vengeance on you style biters
Your whole sect had you gassed 'til I sparked the lighter and burnt that ass like Dhalsim in Street Fighter, I play the shadows
Scoping out you lime lighters and desperados
Word, these motherfucking niggas, man
Yeah, I hear that, you got that shit, right?
Yeah, I got it, let me hear it
I'ma two-way Sunn back right now
Next time she show up right on time for this shit
Word, no doubt
Better stop smoking on that shit
Fuck that, hey, don't do it with him
Whatever
Yo yeah, let me get that motherfuckers saying on this, nigga
Yeah, niggas be bugging in here
Nigga don't speak no fuckin' English, word?
You get me everything? I got you a cheese join
Diamond biscuits, motherfucker!
Now let's see, we don't get down like that
See, he holds his own, haha, he holds his own
Haha, he holds his own (Bank!)
John BlizzyStraight like that
He holdin' twenty on this
Ghost Deini, uh-huh! Yeah!
ShaCronz, the invincible, baby
Bad boys Suga Bang, it's like that!
D-Digi!
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Spontaneous combustion got niggas lusting
Fuckin' with this head busting track spanker
Decaffeinator crab sinker, 25
Tryna live to see my 40 acre before I die
Immaculate conception like loaded weapons
Shooting up your rap session in mere seconds
Your whole style is undressing
Try to hide yourself behind the R&B section and got spotted
Fuckin' with them fake artists who make garbage
Now you're like a human target with no direction
And no protection, rap nigga ass out and no question
Dead and buried
We rolling like the military
Fuck dog shit, hotter beats and pop cherries on virgin mics
Style very critical, by any means necessary
Mad lyrical, the Ghost Rider
Want vengeance on you style biters
Your whole sect had you gassed 'til I sparked the lighter and burnt that ass like Dhalsim in Street Fighter, I play the shadows
Scoping out you lime lighters and desperados
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