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I Get My Thang In Action Lyrics - Tical - Method Man

Good... Wu-Tang martial expert 

There's not many, who can match up with him 

 

He'll give you a heart condition if ya fuck around like that there 

Tell you it ain't no good for the bloodstream 

You know god damn whatever and uhhh 

it's dumb and big - it's DUMB and BIG 

Mira, Meth-Tical coming through with the suu 

Check it out 

 

Niggaz wanna test my steez, nigga please 

I black that eye like peas, you better freeze 

In your track, a Wu-Tang (bzzz) killa bee's on yo back 

I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack 

You want it all? Yeah I want it all like that 

I stab my own moms in the back for a sack 

Niggaz like "DAMN, why you want it like that?" 

Cuz I'ma dog, and I got no love for the cat 

Attitude is cold like the North Polar cap 

Where I do my dirt is a little further down the map 

A little buckwylin, island called Stat 

Where niggaz carry gats in there black wolly hats 

Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap 

And youse an unknown with a faulty contract 

Wake up and smell the Met-chod motherfukker, contact 

Villain in the cypher from the foe when head crack 

An Indian giver and I'm out to take it back 

Shoalin Island, baby where you at? 

A runaway train that be running on ya track 

That's how it's going down, yeah, it's going down like that 

 

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I gets my thang in action 

To live, to love, to see, to learn 

Yo! Tell 'em what's happening 

 

What's happening? 

I'll tell yo ass what's happening 

Tell 'em what's happening 

It's going on out here, brothaz ain't got no peers 

And they be smokin, shuddup yo damn mouth! 

 

I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws 

Spot ya twenty points and you still can't score, nuttin' 

Cuz you ain't got no points in this game, kid you frontin' 

I'm home run hittin', you be buntin' 

Fresh out the toilet, I got my shit together 

When I'm good, I'm good, when bad, I'm better 

You want it, whatever, I be the stormy weather 

Rain coming down, so weatherproof your leather 

Jacket, a nigga with an axe couldn't hack it 

I spark 'em like a match 

Coming back, it's the Met-chod, say it loud 

I'm the Met-chod Man, clap yo hands, now check it 

See me in the mix, rolling fat, bustin flicks 

While my physical brotha came through and got me lift 

Niggaz, that I walk by, give me the eye 

The moment is fucking me up, killing my high 

Nigga get back, ya pussy cat, I'm fearsome 

Basically that, I'm all of that, and then some 

While I... was out on tour, going beserk 

I heard you were at the sand-box and kicking dirt 

All on my name but you can't pull my file 

You don't know me and you don't know my style 

Coming out there like that there, YEAH 

Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bear 

 

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Ahhheheheh, I taught the boy everything he know 

Go on you bad motherfuckaz 

See I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite 

Everybody needs to love Dolemite 

I love Dolomite, you love Dolemite 

Hey, how you doing nigga, I know you 

Knowing I didn't when I did 

Meth-Tical 

Shit, I told the boy 

If ya can't get yourself a ten 

The least you can do is spark five two's 

And we out, Method 

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