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method man - tical lyrics

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{you’ve been lucky, i wish i got you last time
en garde, i’ll let you try my wu-tang style
i’d like to try your wu-tang style, let’s begin then!}

from the tip top?
aiyyo, aiyyo, what the f-ck’s up with light dude?
yup, one two
no doubt, no doubt
one two, one two
yo one two, uh, one two, one two
yeah, we gon’ be up in that
ah one two, uh, one two, one two
yeah light that sh-t up
ah one two yo, check me out

what’s that sh-t
that they be smokin’?
tical, tical, tical
p-ss it over here
tical, tical, tical
what’s that sh-t
the n-gg-z smokin’?
tical, tical, tical
p-ss it over here then
tical, tical, tical

check it, i got styles, all of ’em sick
n-gg-z ain’t fit to walk a mile in the dead man’s kicks
i make em sh-t about a pile, of bricks to show
he ain’t nuttin’ but another, a lone john doe

that wanna flow, here it is, comin’ up sh-t’s creek
i come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep
and i’ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty -ss
in a whip, with no breaks and i’m hittin’ the gas

it’s a bird, it’s a plane, take a look in the sky
method man on some sh-t, n-gg-z call me ‘the fly’
’cause my style, dates back to hoppin’ turn styles
make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet i’ll

get severe on the double i har-ss it
i don’t look for trouble, i’m already trouble
ya b-st-rd, check the wicked flows that i crafted
open up a deadly venom style to be mastered
by a psychopathic, way beyond an average
joe, with a h-llafied flow, there ya have it

what’s that sh-t
that they be smokin’?
tical, tical, tical
p-ss it over here
tical, tical, tical
what’s that sh-t
the n-gg-z smokin’?
tical, tical, tical
p-ss it over here then
tical, tical, tical

one two, uh, one two, one two
one two, uh, one two, one two
one two, uh, one two, one two
one two, uh, check it out

what goes off? what goes on? the meth sh-t
that we got is to stay high, no question
lethal weapon, ain’t no time for half steppin’
when brothers start wettin’ everything in ya section

move that, n-gg-z came strapped, shoulda knew that
do dat, p-ssy cat rap, boy, i’ll screw that
to’ up, from the flow up, don’t even show up
to the battle, i heard you rattle now hold up

is there a f-ckin’ snake in my garden?
starvin’, for a rap treat, steppin’ on my feet
pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf
in a f-cked up situation, without no help

i’m not playin’, ’cause i don’t play with n-body
god d-mn kid, know what i’m sayin’, i’m peelin’ n-gg-s wigs
i be sprayin’, brother with words
cause i got a spit problem

tical, tical, tical
p-ss it over here then
tical, tical, tical
what’s that sh-t then
the n-gg-z smokin’?
tical, tical, tical
p-ss it over here
tical, tical, tical

one two uh, one two, one two
one two uh

{stick a fat tical in your b-tt, yeah baby f-ckin’ with tical
yeah n-gg-z better recognize, tical}

- method man lyrics

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