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Biscuits Lyrics - Tical - 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 

 

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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: 

 

Photos 

 

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? 

Writer:

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