Killin' Fields Lyrics - Singles - Method Man

Good news Hip-Hoppers 

The big alert has been called off 

It turns out that the early reports were wrong, all wrong 

Now for that clan out there that had such a tough time gettin' home 

Sorry 'bout that 

I guess the only thing we can do is play you a song 

Yeah, do that 

Yes, what what what, what what what, what? 

What what what, what what what 

Yea yea yea 

(If you don't, lay back) 

Raider Ruckus 

(You catch a lazy jack) 

Carlton Fisk 

(Yaknahmean) 

Huh, one, two 

(Shaolin, what?) 

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Shoes full of dirt, kickin' sand on your works 

Something gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse 

Live in concert, kids comin' out they shirts 

I'm hyped now, jumpin' in the crowd feet first 

Meant it when I said it, lungs bring the pain son 

Without the anesthetic, make 'em look pathetic 

Needin' help from paramedic, hot with the nickle 

Bust back, take 'em wit' you 

Survival of the fittest, and the world out to get us 

I feel it in my bones, I can feel it 

In my testosterone, when it's on 

Stat', bring it back, hard rap for you pussy-cat 

Cognac off the meat rack, where the pussy at? 

Johnny, got these niggaz mad at they mommy 

Jumping on my hard salami, say what you like 

In the heat of the night, I crash individuals 

Splash on the mic, air-tight with the lyrical 

Photos 

Nigga run with it, have fun with it 

Load your gun with it, and be done with it 

Welcome to the Killin' Field with Johnny Dangerous 

Headbanger Boogie niggaz goin' through changes 

It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend 

Of herbs and spices on mic divices, murder men 

Make 'em mices, I recommend, somethin' that's priceless 

For you rap hooligans, claimin' you nicest 

Call it what you like kid, you can even call 

A psychic for all I care, still ain't got a prayer 

Amongst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini 

Word to bad bird that fucked nerds in bikinis 

Observe, lyrical flows you being served from the gizzard 

Pluckin' your nerves with nouns and verbs 

From the ghettoes to the suburbs, I must be heard 

Niggaz get what niggaz deserve 

You can put that on my Clan logo, Wu-Tang group for solo 

Bloody up my next promo 

With the blood of the next bozo, clown ass niggaz be loco 

Puffin' on lye, cuckoo for cocoa 

Nigga run with it, have fun with it 

Load your gun with it, and be done with it 

Welcome to the Killin' Field with Johnny Dangerous 

Headbanger Boogie niggaz goin' through changes 

Yo yo, shit be hot in the kettlepot, Twisted Metal 

Bust shots til' the beef settle, forget me not 

City nights get a nigga hyped, scar his life 

Send him back, now he Poltergeist, ghost! 

Tell him, who the number one rap most, huh? 

Verbal overdose leave him comatose, huh? 

The nigga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickle 

Bust back and take 'em wit' you, eye for eye 

Never lie, crossin' my heart, hopin' you die 

Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired 

I'm off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggaz need that 

They need gas, cockin' heat back, be out like Freejack 

The heat's on, you think one-eight, and Johnny's blamed 

Who that nigga, burn biscuit and spit flame 

Leave no witness in the fast lane with shady bitches 

That only want me for my riches, I know your steez 

Terror Fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees 

From this ravenous, emcees be yappin' 

Meth be the co-captain, on Def Jams that's closed captioned 

For hearing impaired, they get a share, now what's happenin'? 

Money to share, that's why we're here 

And you actin' like we can't eat, like y'all eat 

Now we scrappin' out in the street, I know your crew's 

Hardheaded motherfuckers and I'm just like you 

Nigga run with it, have fun with it 

Load your gun with it, and be done with it 

Welcome to the Killin' Field with Johnny Dangerous 

Headbanger Boogie niggaz goin' through changes 

Welcome to the Killin' Field with Johnny Dangerous 

Headbanger Boogie niggaz goin' through changes 

I been in the ghetto all my life 

I swore to take that bitch for better or for worse 

You know what I'm sayin, that's for life nigga, y'know? 

'Til death do us part 

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