The Meth Lab Lyrics - The Meth Lab - Method Man

I'll give you three seconds to come out wit' your hands up, one, two 

This is my own private domicile 

I will not be harassed, motherfucker! 

Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook 

Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book 

Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by a look 

I'm a crook, like some fish in a barrel, I got 'em hooked 

Blame the Method, your sanity took, go 'head, admit it 

You a meth head that live on the edge, just need a push 

I'm your pusher, supplier, I'm back, the cheese on the wire 

If a snitch burnin', wouldn't even piss on the fire 

Now you kids learnin', I ain't tryin' to preach to the choir 

Now the kids earnin' like them dealers that he admire 

Got that whip workin' like I'm sacrificin' a virgin 

That's a burden, but I'm certain you're feelin' it, after you try 

You can't deny I cook a batch like, 'Woo' 

Hazardous material, you'd need a hazmat suit 

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Now you lookin' at me like, 'What's a hazmat suit?' 

Somethin' used to move a body, you don't have that loop 

Let's talk about trust 

I told you not to cook my recipe 

And you went ahead and did it anyway 

Cause I never said I wouldn't cook it 

Cause it ain't yours, it's ours, bitch 

Hookers in the kitchen, chemistry is the best recipe 

Especially this shit, I'm takin' on bets 

Pressure cookers, percolate 'em like chefs 

Meth labs here to the West, wools on them gear trims grassed 

Mr. Barker, General, front and center (What up?) 

Got them burners wit' them bodies on them, have me in cuffs 

Killer's focused, slam it up in them trucks 

Eyes low, grippin' the toast, trigger finger, playin' it close 

You think it's a game? It's imperative, we show 'em we live 

These niggas playin' wit' this money, funny how niggas die 

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They say it's over when the fat kid cry, ratchets fly here to the Chi' 

You think you can stop me from cookin'? 

You cook whatever you like, as long it's that B work 

These niggas be runnin' around in the street wit' everyday 

Don't even think about usin' my grade A 

You should try and stop me, bitch 

I'm in the meth lab concoctin' another concoction 

Decisions, decisions, just weighin' my options 

The formula highly addictive, it's habit forming 

Side effects life-threatenin', the surgeon's warnin' 

I write a prescription just for meth abusers 

Regulate your dose intake for heavy users 

For generations, I been servin' these rap fiends 

Babies born addicted to the metric, know what I mean? 

You're recoverin', but you still use frequently 

So wet your court hearin', judge show some leniency 

Can't escape old habits, so you copy the new shit 

Wit' your kids in your cars, see, pumpin' that Wu shit 

We worldwide, supply and demand, I got the upper-hand 

Check my passport, global support 

Informant lands non-commercial goods, that raw and uncut 

That got them breakin' bad at the gate for the re-up 

What up, Street? 

Yo, what up, man? 

We gon' put some "Welcome to the meth lab" on there 

Man, you know, it's straight gutter shit, nigga 

Yeah, you ready to get 'em this time? 

Yeah, always, man 

Alright, so I'm a leave it up to you 

Go 'head, show 'em what you got