Sucker Mc's Lyrics - Method Man

Daddy's home, your daddy's home to stay 

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channel 

Nasty vandals too hot to fucking handle 

Bring the ruckus to all you knotty head fuckas 

Shit's like Hammer Time, niggas can't touch us 

Straight up and down Wu-Tang forever 

Come tougher than DJ?'s leather 

Make a better tomorrow 

The fire come, transmit vire come 

The higher sire come, we burn your wire 

Wu-Tang be number one... 

Four years ago a friend of mine 

Asked me to say some MC rhymes 

So I said this rhyme I'm about to say 

The rhyme was Meth and it went this way 

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Yo, we took a test to become an MC 

All the withers in the crowd got amazed at me 

God threw me inside his Cadillac 

The chaffuer drove off and we never came back 

Meth cut the record down to the bone 

And now I rock solid chrome microphones 

Now we signing autographs, with cheers and laughs 

Champagne, caviar, and bubblebaths, but see... 

That's the life that I lead, you sucka MC, we G-O-D 

Take that and move back, or catch a heartattack 

Because there's nothing in the world the gods could ever lack 

I chill at the party in my b-boy stance 

Walk, cap low, 45 in my pants 

Fly like a dove, that come from up above 

My nigga's Iron Lung but you can stay one love 

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It's just a one two three a three a two one 

Throw your blunts in the air for the god Iron Lung 

Blow them right in your face with the bass 

You messed up, come in first place, the real rap taste 

First come, first serve basis 

Coolin out boo, take you to the def places 

One of a kind for you people's delight 

And to you sucker MC, you know it ain't right 

Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your wife 

Run in a gun fight with nuthin but a knife 

Bangin with your boy, slingin with the crew 

And everybody know what you've been through 

It's the one two three three two one 

Throw your blunts in the air for your dunn Iron Lung 

Smoke in your place with the highs and the bass 

Come in first place in the real rap race 

Go uptown, buy a bag of brown 

You sucker MC, a sad face clown 

Gettin OD ready to rock crowds steady 

You drive a big car get your gas from Getti 

I'm ODB in the place to be 

Didn't go to St. John's University 

In the streets of Brooklyn I aquired the knowledge 

A Law of Mathematics that's higher than college 

I'm fly on skins that I gets in Queens 

She love filthy swine and my collard greens 

I'm dressed to kill, you know our style 

Cause niggas don't know that Dirty Dogg fly 

If you wanna see me baby come, you know Dirty Dog is number one 

I wrote this song about the (?) 

You gotta know where to start when the beats play