Rain All Day Lyrics - The Meth Lab - Method Man

Hey 

I swear I never change 

If I'm with you in the sunshine, I'm with when it rains 

I'll never switch, I'm still the same 

Get caught up in the mix, I never snitch or give up game 

I'm no squealer 

Police be trying to pick the killers brain 

Not familiar, that's why some brothers go against the grain 

I'm La Familia, I'm hands on but that don't mean the name I'm tryna fill ya 

My hands strong, i ain't trying to take your chain, I'm trying to kill ya 

Orangutan, you monkeys tryna hang like you're gorillas 

I give you Wu-Tang slash gilla 

The object in the mirror, Mac Miller 

My method is the illest slash illa 

I'm trying to get the guap, cash scrilla 

But whitey only see a crack dealer 

Michael Jack thriller, this is not The Walking Dead 

Rapper think he's Chalky White, he get the white chalk instead 

Meth Lab, killing everything that's in the way 

Until the son say. 

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The Meth lab dudes don't play 

Had these dude thinkin' damn, when it rains, it pours 

News flash, Meth back, whole Staten with him 

Couldn't come to terms, how they playing with this rap 

Don't be understanding all the substance that it lacks 

Gorilla out the traps, bout to flip 

Ten years gone probably saw him in the flicks 

Red tails Belly, motherfucker, was the shit 

Rap coalition, meth lab, get em lit 

Yo it's crazy how these nigga's try and do it like we did it 

Careful if you copy end up money on your fitted 

Side line critics 

Hate the bully with the Wesson's 

I swear to god in heaven, don't get caught without your weapon 

Caught without your weapons, it get ugly in a second 

Sidearms hover like we bought 'em from The Jetson's 

Meth lab, vocab, kill 'em where they lay 

Got 'em sittin' sayin' 

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The meth lab dudes don't play 

I'm used to the rain, I don't see the sun too much 

Nocturnal hustler grinding, holding them drugs too much 

Bench press my pen, on my fresh pad 

Just left the crack house, I'm headed to Meth's lab. The tech jab. 

Cowards in their face when they scheming I bet cash 

Frown up on their face leave 'em bleeding, who want's what? 

That's my attitude all day, You snooze, you lose, that's why I'm making moves all day 

The tool gonna spray 

I suggest you stay in your lane 

Staten niggas ain't playing, you get banged for your chain 

I bang with a gang, a poppin mind bangin up thangs 

Accurate aim, well-trained, angle and range 

Dismantle your frame, microphones blown into the flames 

Pesci the name, Professional, perfecting the game 

I'm wrecking these lanes 

Sharpshooter killing all day 

Had these haters say 

The meth lab dudes don't play