[Intro: Method Man]
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Yeah, get 'em
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Iron lung, iron skin, Pretty Toney, we Iron Men
C.R.E.A.M., chocolate deluxe, loaded up in the lion's den
If I ain't him, they lyin' then, need a shape-up, I'm linin' them
Lie again, and him wound up in a casket he lyin' in
Alrighty then, try me, see they ain't winnin' but I ain't them
Ain't in my friends or in any conversation that I am in
I'm dope, heads be noddin' like dope, there's no denyin' if
My block sell dope, I'm a product of my environment
The work I'm supplyin' y'all just workers providin' 'em
Drumwork for headshots like early retirement
I earn my title through lack of early entitlement
'Til I was titled rich, I ain't even know what entitled meant
That's wordplay, find my best words on my worst day
My urge say put 'em back in the box, happy dirt day
I heard mane, Man and Machine, con's with the cream
Load 'em things and do 'em dirty until my conscience is clean
Woo, like RJ Payne, what are y'all sayin'?
Not sure, but all this spit will put out all y'all flames
I'm sure, like life insurance put out all y'all claims
Then I'm back to my bucket list and scratch out all y'all names
M-E-T-H-O-D, oh yes, OG
Killa Beez, we got it buzzin', y'all some SOBs
Time's up, like OC, I keep it light lowkey
I ain't come here to be polite, just keep them lights on me
Haha
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Yeah, get 'em
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Iron lung, iron skin, Pretty Toney, we Iron Men
C.R.E.A.M., chocolate deluxe, loaded up in the lion's den
If I ain't him, they lyin' then, need a shape-up, I'm linin' them
Lie again, and him wound up in a casket he lyin' in
Alrighty then, try me, see they ain't winnin' but I ain't them
Ain't in my friends or in any conversation that I am in
I'm dope, heads be noddin' like dope, there's no denyin' if
My block sell dope, I'm a product of my environment
The work I'm supplyin' y'all just workers providin' 'em
Drumwork for headshots like early retirement
I earn my title through lack of early entitlement
'Til I was titled rich, I ain't even know what entitled meant
That's wordplay, find my best words on my worst day
My urge say put 'em back in the box, happy dirt day
I heard mane, Man and Machine, con's with the cream
Load 'em things and do 'em dirty until my conscience is clean
Woo, like RJ Payne, what are y'all sayin'?
Not sure, but all this spit will put out all y'all flames
I'm sure, like life insurance put out all y'all claims
Then I'm back to my bucket list and scratch out all y'all names
M-E-T-H-O-D, oh yes, OG
Killa Beez, we got it buzzin', y'all some SOBs
Time's up, like OC, I keep it light lowkey
I ain't come here to be polite, just keep them lights on me
Haha
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