Oh my God, oh my God. Aow. . Microphone checka, swingin' sword lecture. Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector. Better warn them kid, Mr. Meth's a boiling pot.
Oh my God, oh my God. . Microphone checka, swingin' sword lecture. Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector. Better warn 'em kid, Mr. Meth's a boiling pot.
[Erick Sermon]. I make a million buck. Every six months and y'all. Hating my game saying my name they call. Me the E wrong things. Knowing I'm fly without wings.
Roc-a-fella, y'all know what this is. We givin' y'all five seconds to put your drink down. And report to the dance floor immediately. All the bustas we givin' y'all five seconds to get close to a exit.