Method Man - I Get My Thang In Action Lyrics
Good.. wu-tang martial expertTheres not many, who can match up with him(hell give you a heart conditionIf you ***** around like that thereTell you it aint no good for the bloodstreamYou know God damn whatever and uhhIts dumb and big -- its dumb and big)Mira, meth-tical comin through with the suu(lie in cut for yall)Check it outNiggaz wanna test my steez, nigga pleaseI black that eye like peas, you better freezeIn your tracks, a wu-tang (bzzz) killer bees on ya backI comes for the honey plus the phat money sackYou want it all? yeah I want it all like thatI stab my own moms in the back for a stackNiggaz like, damn, why you want it like that? (why is that? )Cause Im a dog, and I got no love for the cat (uhh)Attitudes cold like the north polar capWhere I do my dirts a little further down the map (is that so? )A little buckwhylin, island called statWhere niggaz carry gats in they black moon hatNow Im mad known for the bones and the rapAnd youse an unknown with a faulty contractWake up and smell the met-chod mother*****er contactVillain in the cypher from the foe when head crackAn indian giver and Im out to take it backShaolin island, baby where you at?A runaway train that be runnin on ya trackThats how its goin down, yeah, its goin down like thatI gets my thang in actionTo live, to love, to see, to learnYo! tell em whats happenin!(whats happenin?Ill tell yo ass whats happeninTell em whats happeninIts goin on out here - brothers aint got no peersAnd they smokin funny - shuddup yo damn mouth!)[method man]I swing funky rap routines and tap the jawsSpot ya twenty points and you still cant scoreNuttin - cause you aint got no points in this gameKid you frontin - Im home run hittin, you be buntinFresh out the toilet, I got my shit togetherWhen Im good, Im good, when bad, Im betterYou want it? whatever - Ill be the stormy weatherRain comin down, so weatherproof your leatherJacket, a nigga with a axe couldnt hack itI spark em like a match (ssskt)Coming back its the met-chod, say it loudIm the met-chod, man - clap yo hands, now check itSee me in the mix, rollin fat, bustin flicksWhile my physical brother came through and got me liftNiggaz, that I walk by, give me the eyeThe moment is *****in me up, killin my highNigga get back, ya ***** cat, Im fearsomeBasically that, Im all of that, and then someWhile i, was out on tour, goin beserkI heard you was at the sandbox and kickin dirtAll on my name but you cant pull my fileYou dont know me, and you dont know my styleComin out dere like dat dere, yeahhhhEven grizzly adams couldnt bear(ahhheheh, I taught the boy everything he knowGo on you bad mother*****ersSee I told you that kid go back to that dolemiteEverybody needs to love dolemiteI love dolemite, you love dolemiteHey, how you doin nigga, I know youKnowin I didnt when I didMeth-ticalShiiit, I told the boyIf ya cant get yourself a tenThe least you can do is spark five twosAnd we out, method)
