Say What Lyrics - Method Man

Yeah! 

This-this-this-this 

This is an exclusive (let's go) 

Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right) 

And they test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let's go) 

Yo, uh, come on, come on, now 

Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now 

Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club) 

And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out 

Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny 

Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt 

I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill 

That's the only way to explain these mic skills 

On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real 

The more steel, the more bodybags to fill 

Can I get, hit of that hydro, nigga 

I tried to quit puffin' before, but I'm no quitter 

If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones 

If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'mma cum 

Want some, take some, I get it crunk 

Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps 

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When they play this in the club (say what?) 

Go and tell that nigga, bump that (say what?) 

Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (say what?) 

Ya'll don't really really want that (say what?) 

And for whatever muthafucka, don't like it (say what?) 

Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?) 

Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?) 

Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?) 

You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked 

And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck 

Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks overreact 

Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back 

I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks 

When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap 

Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds 

Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends 

Got to get it, and when I'm gone 

Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home 

I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones 

Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones 

And I got drugs in my system, we thugs in the system 

That put slugs in victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat 

As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest 

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Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chain 

I guess that should explain why I given the dope name 

Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee 

How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee? 

I'ma grown man, so I do grown man things 

Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing? 

It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes 

I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady 

It's all good, everything I spit, all hood 

And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would 

Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh 

When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done 

And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J 

For the right CREAM, the'll do anything you say 

She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing 

Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream 

Let's work... come on 

Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy 

Hitmen baby, let's work, come on 

Let's work, come on, yeah 

Uh, let's work... aiyo pass that nigga 

Joe er, I see you, let's work, yeah