Browse by artist: 
# A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U W X Y Z

Britney Spears - Toxic
Black Eyed Peas - Let's Get Retarded
Frank Sinatra - Come Fly With Me
Paulina Rubio - Marcos Lluna - Un Beso De Adiós
H.I.M. - Don't Close Your Heart
Baby Bash - Menage A Trois
H.I.M. - Salt In Our Wounds
Matchbox 20 - Busted
Matchbox 20 - Damn
Hanson - Bridges Of Stone


In search field below type the name of album, song and/or artist, specific words from the song. Check appropriate boxes.
 
artist, album, title

lyric text
 
scattered words
phrase

Home Bookmark us Contact us


Biscuits Lyric

Method ManMore lyric by Method Man
TICALDownload MIDI polyphonic ringtones of Method Man




[Intro:]

What? What you want?
Represent represent represent
Yeah, represent, check it out check it out

Yo mama don't wear no drawers!
I saw her when she took them off!
Standin on the welfare line, eatin swine
Tryin to look fine, with her stank behind
You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass

[Verse One:]

Are you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer?
I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it
And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it
Get lost, I break you off something
I'm pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and
You was nothin
Bet ya thought ya fuckin clan had ya fuckin back but they was frontin
Smokin dirt blunts and fuckin nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin with a drunken
Master disaster at enemy rap functions

[Interlude:]

Huh, just an echo
Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley
Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back
Sweet memories of you
And you can even ask your crew
Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass

[Verse Two:]

Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?
You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya
36 chambers, be out, youze in danger
Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger
Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger
Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler
Just recline, keep the Meth in mind
I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time
What? And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass
All up and down the block, the street, the isle
Whatever, smokin on a Spike Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin niggaz get the point
Cause they coul never, stop the veteran, word to God
When I'm severin the HEAD of a mental vegetarian
The Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of credit
The cuties I desire, I be the first to set it
off, flame on like the Human Torch
Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store
You can eat it all and it'll tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got STYLE for ya nasty ass

[Outro:]

94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize
Wu-Tang killer bee
The RZA and the Method MZA

Raider Ruckus, where you at?




Download polyphonic ringtone for your cell phone !
Pre-listen ringtone the motto the motto by method man


Lyric Photo galleries Midi songs Discography Ringtones
Guitar tabs

Copyright (C) 2004 Softpicks Network.     Privacy Policy :: Terms of use

Lyrics contained within lyricplaza.com subject to US Copyright Laws and are the property of their respective authors, artists and labels.
Commercial use prohibited. songlyrics.com is a not-for-profit organization. All advertising proceeds are used to maintain its servers.