Extortion Lyrics - Method Man

Yeah... 

Time to let these niggaz know Son 

Niggaz don't even wanna motherfuckin understand 

KnowhatI'msayin? Time to hit em with the third degree 

Yeah you know the QBC, here to drop a G 

Yo... 

Look into the eyes, True Lies, your whole click despise 

Especially me, H-A-V-O-C 

Don't want your chick, 'cause she's burning third degree 

Plus you snitchin, you ain't got no ties on me 

I keep it strong, while you scream word is bond 

Lying through your teeth swearing on your first born 

Your word is weak, go hold a wake in this 

Hit you up quick strictly shit that I'm livin in 

You walk a line that's thin, you religious well you sin 

Fuckin with the Mobb, Infamous to the end 

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I hold a nine Ruger, with an infa-spot disc 

Red dot right at your face, so set sail or rock it 

And kept drivin, pull off like the Indy 5 G 

In a four time Ford truck with Speed 

like the motion picture, this nigga Gone With the Wind 

My crime work, ninja style shit was did 

And got away with, escaped it, the Jakes from tracing 

Anything that lead to the source, you know the boss 

of the Mobb killing, is like an Unsolved Mystery 

Puzzling, nobody knows, it's all history 

Madness amongst me, I frequently have to get lovely 

Never fails it's always something 

No rest, daily gotta rock my vest 

I shoot at your best man yeah your MVP 

He played the front line got struck down immediately 

I wave a Mobb Deep flag, you hear the sound as it slaps when 

heavy load my military hold ammunition 

Far from animation, it's real live, you think not 

My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot 

I put the green light on, your whole click, Island shit 

Running through the hoe-house wilding, extorting 

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(Extortion, hit that up, extortion, hit that up) 

Extortion is the key I got the key for extortion 

Spend your fortune, dead your shorty like abortion 

Take precaution, Infamous laws enforced in 

You married to the Mobb, kid take it then divorce it 

Cause I ain't got no time for them domestic disputes 

If you scared get a dog don't got a click then recruit 

You're weak troop, lost the tan in the mist 

On your name my shit, take it like a man you little bitch 

I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin 

The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter 

This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits 

You fuckin with, top contenders 

Official to the bone gristle 

It don't matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols 

Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree 

Don't act familiar motherfuckers you ain't heard of me 

Just peep the stee and the rap how it's supposed to be 

Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin 

On top of that we hip-hoppin, and don't stoppin 

Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders 

Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank bitch back out 

and then played her, but that ain't nothin 

Crossin this dog walkin, native New York and 

Shaolin slang talkin, rap nigga 

Mr. Freeze crowd shiver 

What? Young, black, and don't give a fuck 

If the next crew get the scissor... 

(Extortion, extortion, give that up kid, extortion) 

Bottom line, what the fuck you wanna do 

You eyin me, at the same time I'm eyin you, punk 

Wanna pop the most junk 

Be the same motherfucker with the most lumps 

Chew on that shit 

Punk faggot (word up) 

Burn his ass like a book of matches 

Under pressure like fat bitches.