Black Ops Method Man (Ft. Hanz On (Rap))

[Intro: Method Man]
Uh
Yeah
Most slept on, but can't be crept on

[Verse 1: Method Man]
Game locked, still got time on the game clock (Woo)
End of the game the pawn and king go in the same box
The same block, I'm just never found in the same spot
And these two ratchets is twins, they got the same pop
It's bad boy, and we can't stop, the kid proper
This one-twelve make it hot, call that the Big Poppa (Poppa)
I'm Puff Daddy, don't pop pills, I pop collar
I fail nada, it's not a dollar, I'm not bothered
My forefathers was bank robbers, they can't spar us
Who got these rappеrs a lil' wheezy? Dwayne Carter
I ain't your martyr, too many bars and they can't follow
I'm thinkin' too hard, maybе rappers is Benny Carter
For the record, y'all ain't stoppin' a thing
See me sittin' on the chessboard, I'm on top of my game
And while they watchin' my game, dude is watchin' they king
Have 'em givin' up the rock like it's Roc-A-Fella and Dame, homie
Tried to tell 'em, everyone's a critic in my town
No need to critic, I hypocritic in my sound
But y'all don't get it, for every lyric I write down
That mean I get it, and y'all can get it on sight now