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method man - mr. mef on yo left lyrics
[intro: method man]
yeah, yeah, yeah
meth_tical, 118, alright
sandman 118, this goes to my man big carlton fisk
fiskus, what the deal son?
comin’ through with the gun, gallion, ahh it’s a stallion
hang like gold medallions, check it out
[verse: method man]
roll that sh_t, light that sh_t, smoke it
make that loot black man and stay focused
whoever thought that n_gga tical could bring the dope sh_t
clog up the arteries quick with overdosage
lethal injected poem be in the zone
find me a spot in the shade and call it home
recline, let a n_gga drink wine and get a jones
mad max, the minimalist shot by terrordomе
in half with a logical staff, the aftermath
a bloodbath, verbal assault, i’m in that ass now
how could a rappеr get down if he can’t get up
taught in the darkness, yeah i light your sh_t up
calgon, oh my god the black stallion
comin’ to your house in the projects, represent
and i eject lyrics from my mouthpiece, check
the style, ooh yeah, across the verrazzano
shaolin what, the isle, yeah
park hill avenue, big up the crew
w to the u_tang, 36 chambers of death
check the meth_man, oh my god oh my god the…
hooked on the chronic, f_ck the phonics electronics
got me goin’ through it, can’t do it and just screw it
baby, f_u it, stay true to it, uh
my life, that’s my culture, i self lord and master
the disaster comin’ faster, [?]
the blaster, lyrics shasta, hehehe, ha_ha
passed ya, so the stone, the bone
meth_tical off on his own, like patti labelle
i might rock bells like i was ll, ha!
but you can’t see that or smell
any type of lyric i tell like at&t
check me, the m_e_t_h_o_d m_a_n
oh my god the black skin, drafted
what the devil, the lowest level
give him his own shovel to dig his own grave
he’s the mental slave and i’m my death
took the sh_t, never half step
meth_tical rip sharp as the meth
south pole on your left, not a breath
but i’ma come once again, i choose the gum
no the swine, the gum base, the dextrose on our mind
ahh pork on the fork, better check the rugged new york styles
from the meth_tical, oh my god
you better check the large squad
comin’ from the uh, hard type of struggles
n_ggas better bubble for they mentals and get they hustle
if they got to, flex they muscle
f_ckin’ round with russell simmons at the def jam
swimmin’ with the fine women, hehe, you know my stee
the beat’s goin’ please, now i’m out
ha, you know the routine, sandman, the 118, huh
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