Bring The Pain - Sound-A-Like As Made Famous By Method Man-Various Artists

Bring The Pain - Sound-A-Like As Made Famous By Method Man

时间:2006-07-06

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Lemme tell you now

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain

Let's go inside my astral plane

Find out my mental based on instrumental

Records hey so I can make monumental

Methods I'm not the king but n***az is decaf

I stick 'em for the cream check it

Just how deep can s**t get get deeper than your fists

An' brothers is mad pissed accept it

In your cross colors clothes you crossed over

Now ya totally crossed out an' Kriss Kross

Who da boss n***az get tossed to da side

An' I'm the dark side of the force of course

It's the Method Man from the Wu Tang Clan

I be hectic an' comin' for that headpiece protect it

F**k it two tears in a bucket

N***az want the ruckus So bust it at me son now bust it

Stylez I get buck wild Method Man on some s**t

F**kin' n***az foul son I'm sick

Insane crazy drivin' Miss Daisy

How the f**k am I Now I got mine I'm Swayze

Is it real son Lemme know it's real son

If it's really real son lemme know it's real

Load it up an' kill one load it up an' kill one

Load it up an' kill one if it's really real

When I was a little stereo I used to be the champion

I always wonder when I would be the number one

An' now you listen to me Darcon Darcon

An' all you n***az come an' test me

I'm gonna lick out your brains

Mothers wanna hang with the Meth bring the rope

'Cuz the only way you hang is by the neck

N***a pump off a set comin' through all your projects

Take it as a threat or better yet it is a promise

Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam s**t

You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it

An' it'll get even worse word to God it's the Wu

Comin' through takin' n***az 'fore they're gone

Gone gone gone gone gone

Movin' to your left

I came to represent an' carve my name within your chest

You can come test realize it's no contest son

I'm the gun who won that Old Wild West

Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor

Lovin' all those godd**n funky rhymes galore

Check it 'cuz I think not when it's hip hop like propa

Rhymes be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka

No O J no no straw

When you give it to me yeah give it to me raw I burn

Give it to me raw I burn chest hair

I don't need no chemical blow to pull no ho' no

All I need is chemical bank to pay her up

Is it real son Lemme know it's real son

If it's really real' son lemme know it's 1 2 3 4

Kill one f**k it up an' kill one

F**k it up an' kill one lemme know it's real

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