Konichiwa Bi**ches Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

Konichiwa bi*ches 

Konichiwa bi*ches 

What up, what up, these n****z suck? 

They can't hold a fort, better hold that thought, B 

If I can't get it off, see my attitude is MSG 

F*** it, I'm salty, the game been loss me 

Pay ya dues, it cost me, who acting like I'm past my prime 

Hey Carlton Fisk, n****, pass the nine, who wanna cross me, now? 

And put my body in the lost and found 

You with the business, then bust off a round 

It's like the passions of Christ, get crucified just for having that ice 

And the audacity for having that life, while n****z starving and s*** 

The main reason they be robbing and s*** 

The same reason you've been targeted b**** 

(These n****z must of forgot) 

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The thin line between a hoe and a trick 

Give 'em the clip between the four and the fifth 

(Yea, motherf***er I'm high) 

There I go again, blowing a spliff 

When I exhale, it's like I'm blowing a kiss 

(Konichiwa bi*ches) 

N.Y.C., is all I see, O.D.B., n****, R.I.P. 

(Konichiwa bi*ches) 

This Killa Beez on ya M.I.C., you want it all 

Well, then y'all like me 

(Konichiwa bi*ches) 

Come on, come on, I think they playing my song 

I came to blow them out the frame and I'm gone 

(Konichiwa bi*ches) 

M E T, to the H O D, why motherf***ers wanna hate on me? 

(Konichiwa bi*ches) 

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For every rhyme, there's a hair on my chest 

Scared of the Man, you should be scared of the Meth 

Now every damn that I drop, is homicidal, that could dare to be done 

There's no survival, now who care to be next? 

(If you don't know me by now) 

Know where the borough is, doing it for 

The most thoroughest, you doing the most, pa 

The French call it "forpa" when f***ing with son 

The odds a hundred to none, too many flavors 

Y'all ain't f***ing with one 

It's getting deep, see the plot thicker 

No place to be, if you b*****, n**** 

Outside the Clan, we always got RZA 

I put it down, like I don't give a 

One in the head, I bet he don't get up 

We drinking malt liquor out of your Benz 

Just to talk slicker then paint a scene that you can all picture 

You going in? Well, let me walk with cha 

It's Method Man, but for short Mr., Mef 

(Konichiwa bi*ches) 

N.Y.C., is all I see, O.D.B., n****, R.I.P. 

(Konichiwa bi*ches) 

This Killa Beez on ya M.I.C., you want it all 

Well, then y'all like me 

(Konichiwa bi*ches) 

Come on, come on, I think they playing my song 

I came to blow them out the frame and I'm gone 

(Konichiwa bi*ches) 

M E T, to the H O D, why motherf***ers wanna hate on me? 

(Konichiwa bi*ches) 

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Konichiwa bi*ches 

Konichiwa bi*ches 

Konichiwa bi*ches