Retro Godfather Lyrics - Method Man

Come on (come on) 

Take it back (take it back) 

70's style (style) 

I'll do, anything 

All y'all old school Studio 54ers 

That's, my, word! 

There's nothing in the world that I won't do 

I'll give my world to you, if you want me to 

I'll do, anything 

That's, my, word! 

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O.D.'n on this one fleein, all eyes seein 

Dominant supreme being, face the mental 

Deep concentration break the point on a pencil 

Keep my cliches out your dental, capiche? 

Shit that I been through is cause for parental 

discretions no question my Westside Connections 

L.A. Confidential, world don't stop 

'less it's mental, Staten residentials, you wit it? 

Wu-Tang, Forever and a day, 'til I'm old and decayed 

I'm commited; look ma, we did it 

Top of the the world, tell it to my firstborn 

and my baby girl, did it my way, take the low ride 

on the highway, out the sunroof, yellin 

"Thank God it's Friday!" Show a nigga love 

If he got my sound pull the plug, he's not underground 

call him mud, when I flood the airwaves 

Household and stairways (rainy days) 

Waiting for these paydays, think not of the ends 

If I got twenty, my brother get ten 

Now let the madness begin motherfuckers! 

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There's nothing in the world that I won't do 

I'll give my world to you, if you want me to 

I'll do, anything. anything. anything. anything. 

There's nothing in the world that I won't do 

I'll give my world to you, if you want me to 

I'll do, anything. 

Yo, yo, yo! 

We got love for those with love for us 

Baby you can look but don't touch, I'm fried off the dust 

And plus, the only thing I trust is a fund 

Ain't no fun, just paranoid niggaz totin guns 

in apparel, keep us camouflaged in the shadows 

That's where I bring this tale that you never get to tattle 

Obliterate the tri-state, and the crime rate 

Tell them swine niggaz fly straight, you can call it fate 

And if it ain't mine, call it fake, bottom line 

End the case, spoonfeed the track just a taste 

of the side dish, soup of the day, I come Wright like N'Bushe 

for them Dead Presidents 

Fuck what you say, and he say, and she say, and they say 

Vacate the premises, caught up in the melee 

Sentence this song, to twenty-five years hard labor 

in the system, where it takes the form of my wisdom 

Respect mine, take my time and protect nine 

Next on the frontline, Mr. Meth 

No more no less, what you see is what your ass get 

Set it off I suggest 

There's nothing in the world that I won't do 

I'll give my world to you, if you want me to 

I'll do, anything. anything. anything. anything. 

There's nothing in the world that I won't do 

I'll give my world to you, if you want me to 

I'll do, anything. anything. anything. 

Not a problem that I can't fix 

Cause I can do it, in the mix 

Not a problem that I can't fix 

Cause I can do it, in the mix