[Intro: sample]
Wanna see the world, ain`t scared to do it
Even if, your shocked by it
Me and you, lost when you do it
By myself, better off bein` you
[Intro: Method Man]
Smoke cess nigga, smokin` that A.K
Norther lights, yeah.. stick `em!
Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby doll
Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I., better
known as the crooked letter I
Come on! Self Service
[Method Man]
Y`all know me since `93, now let that weed burn
Back in this bitch, class dismissed, it`s the return
Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn
Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y`all killas learn
Your only as good as your last hit
Soon as you put them automatics on safety that`s it
I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets
Till you blasted, till y`all come ashes to ashes
We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound
You either up or down, don`t get that ass kicked
Ya`ll niggaz fuck around, y`all only tough around
The crowds, scared to bust a round, don`t get that ass kicked
What part of the game is this?
I came to break bread, evidently y`all killas came to bitch, nigga
So, whose the whipped nigga, don`t even trip, nigga
Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter
I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk
Then daddy might get him some tonight
Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics
Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right
Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city
To find out it`ll cost you bout a buck fifty
Across your face swiftly, my after taste shitty
Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties
And I ain`t even got to say my name
I got this duck wit her legs up like, say my name, trick
You think it`s all a game, like pussy all the same
I`m speakin` toilet slang, not seakin` hall of fame
It`s raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dooky
Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie
That like to pop snoopy, think she gon` pop coochie
Just cuz you got Gucci, don`t mean you not hoochie
Girl, I tell it like a T-I-N
Ain`t no other kids eatin` till I feed my kids
Trick, oh, you ain`t crushin`, sister, I can`t do nothin` wit you
My money`s celebate, honey, and we ain`t fuckin` wit you
I do it for the nookie, some say I`m too pushy
Only thing better than pussy, that`s some new pussy
There that go, looky, it`s gettin` ugly even
With niggaz so broke, they couldn`t spend a lovely even
[Outro: Method Man]
Yeah, that`s it
Yeah, Method Man has just left the muthafuckin` building
