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method man - live from the meth lab lyrics

[chorus: jojo pellegrino]
ones! shot where his chest at, blaow
ones! one it’s the meth lab, blaow
ones! matter fact scratch that
we the one, one, one, one, one! one!

[verse 1: method man]
look, pay me the homage these rappers couldn’t afford
i’ll never make a promise your mama couldn’t abort
see i’m a big deal, i mean i’m kind of a boss
you can find right on that line you was trying to cross
the kid cooking got rappers shook and of course
how he get so good at cooking, he never took him a course
central booking before i took him to court
man one, make sure he done, ‘fore i put in the fork
bong! ya don’t get it, don’t see i’m getting the drop
now anybody getting it, go from get it to got
i get it started, you never get it to stop
like them inside jokes, he can even get it or not
i get it hot, but ya forgetting me cold
right now i’m passwords, ya forgetting the code
and so another rapper waiting to roll
down that highway to heaven and jesus paying the toll
[chorus: jojo pellegrino]
ones! shot where his chest at, blaow
ones! one it’s the meth lab, blaow
ones! matter fact scratch that
we the one, one, one, one, one! one!

[verse 2:redman]
i was home and my phone ring, they said method man need a verse
for my g’s, i put dapper dan on a shirt
fiends be fighting like hockey fans on a first
perico flow, saran wrap for the works
check credential, pen game ginsu
my girl name nine nina, she on her menstrual
these young n+ggas, old n+ggas they don’t wanna beef
they say they in the street, but their block don’t agree
i’m number 1
no cap, big facts
hey dj, this blue magic on your slip mats
i got hitters, maybe one out of staten island
walk in my shoes?
like trynna do the crate challenge (get em)
krs one and me and meth
roll on the set with the status, like bmf
without money, you can’t control your honey
if you a jack+boy better run from me
i got it
i was a product of my environment, not a product of putout
built stacks for my retirement (yes sir!)
i talk dirty like the south where my mother from
i ain’t number three or number two n+gga, i’m number one!
[chorus: jojo pellegrino]
ones! shot where his chest at, blaow
ones! one it’s the meth lab, blaow
ones! matter fact scratch that
we the one, one, one, one, one! one!
ones! shot where his chest at, blaow
ones! one it’s the meth lab, blaow
ones! matter fact scratch that
we the one, one, one, one, one! one!

[verse 3: krs+one]
krs one!
we the ones in the meth lab, a sellout gonna do what
machete over their whole crew head, that’s a crew cut
you never heard how we used to suit up, bring the brute out
and how these rappers you thought was dope, they got chewed up
who’s up to get bruised up, you gonna choose what
you can see what’s going on man, you fake you f+cked
gun under the sellout’s chin, his man threw up
cause when the gat went bang, the traitor’s head flew up
i be saying straight to their face, to traitor, you suck
corporate pimps are selling you and your man like two sl+ts
in l.a. they say krs one you nuts
cause l bumrush the show with new flavour and new chucks
i run amok on these f+cks, knife in their gut
my tongue sharp, amateurs ain’t liking these cuts
these mics, i’m lighting them up
i’m not what you used to
i teach in china now, so my rhymes will fry your noodle
i’m on a search like google, to find what’s useful
i’m the guru in the meth lab bringing the fire to you
these rappers are the same, like amazon prime and hulu
talking gaga goo goo, it can drive you cuckoo
but i’m the revolutionary, you can’t air me
i’m too scary, my roots are malcolm x like alex haley
you know what i’m about no doubt
yo johnny blaze good looking out, i’m out!

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