Method Man - The Show Lyrics
[intro: Sample]"wanna See The World, Ain't Scared To Do ItEven If, Your Shocked By ItMe And You, Lost When You Do ItBy Myself, Better Off Bein' You"[intro: Method Man]Smoke Cess Nigga, Smokin' That A.kNorther Lights, Yeah.. Stick 'em!Uh, Ahhh, Baby, You Know It Like A Poet, Baby DollYeah, Yeah, Crooked Letter In, Uh Uh, S.i., BetterKnown As The Crooked Letter ICome On! Self Service[method Man]Y'all Know Me Since '93, Now Let That Weed BurnBack In This *****, Class Dismissed, It's The ReturnOf The Super Sperm, Game Over, Lose A TurnTakes A Germ To Kill A Germ, When Will Y'all Killas LearnYour Only As Good As Your Last HitSoon As You Put Them Automatics On Safety That's ItI Calm Them Bastards, I Call Them RatchetsTill You Blasted, Till Y'all Come Ashes To AshesWe Make Classic, Huh, Bring You A Rougher SoundYou Either Up Or Down, Don't Get That Ass KickedYa'll Niggaz ***** Around, Y'all Only Tough AroundThe Crowds, Scared To Bust A Round, Don't Get That Ass KickedWhat Part Of The Game Is This?I Came To Break Bread, Evidently Y'all Killas Came To *****, NiggaSo, Whose The Whipped Nigga, Don't Even Trip, NiggaSome Say They Pull Trigga, I Think They BullshitterI Just Begun To Fight, If Mommy Like Daddy TalkThen Daddy Might Get Him Some TonightGive Me, My Limelight, Give Me, My Five MicsGive Me, Some Weed And A Light To Get My Mind RightIs He, The Illest M.c., To Ever Play The Tough CityTo Find Out It'll Cost You Bout A Buck FiftyAcross Your Face Swiftly, My After Taste ShittyWhose Built By New Yitty, Whose Milked Like Two TittiesAnd I Ain't Even Got To Say My NameI Got This Duck Wit Her Legs Up Like, "say My Name, Trick"You Think It's All A Game, Like ***** All The SameI'm Speakin' Toilet Slang, Not Seakin' Hall Of FameIt's Raw, Sushi, Stain In Your Drawers, DookyQuarter A Lucy, Quarter More For A GroupieThat Like To Pop Snoopy, Think She Gon' Pop CoochieJust Cuz You Got Gucci, Don't Mean You Not HoochieGirl, I Tell It Like A T-i-nAin't No Other Kids Eatin' Till I Feed My KidsTrick, Oh, You Ain't Crushin', Sister, I Can't Do Nothin' Wit YouMy Money's Celebate, Honey, And We Ain't *****in' Wit YouI Do It For The Nookie, Some Say I'm Too PushyOnly Thing Better Than *****, That's Some New *****There That Go, Looky, It's Gettin' Ugly EvenWith Niggaz So Broke, They Couldn't Spend A Lovely Even[outro: Method Man]Yeah, That's ItYeah, Method Man Has Just Left The Mutha*****in' Building
