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[Intro: Missy Elliott (Method Man)] Yeah! This-this-this-this This is an exclusive (let´s go) Mr. Meth, you´re so Def, you put them other M.C.´s out to rest (that´s right) And they test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let´s go) [Method Man] Yo, uh, come on, come on, now Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club) And by one, I´m gettin´ thrown out Mami, got her toes out, ain´t one army can Blaze Johnny Like Gwen Stafani, you know there´s No Doubt I´m trill, sick with it, it´s like ill That´s the only way to explain these mic skills On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real The more steel, the more bodybags to fill Can I get, hit of that hydro, nigga I tried to quit puffin´ before, but I´m no quitter If honey show me her buns, I´ll show her my ones If the bed rockin´, keep knockin´ and I´mma cum Want some, take some, I get it crunk Speak junk, I´ll slow up your road with speed bumps [Chorus: Missy Elliott w/ P. Diddy doing ad-libs] When they play this in the club (say what?) Go and tell that nigga, bump that (say what?) Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (say what?) Ya´ll don´t really really want that (say what?) And for whatever muthafucka, don´t like it (say what?) Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?) Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?) Are ya´ll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?) [Method Man] You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked And if your feelin´ lucky, duck, then press ya´ll luck Ya´ll got me effed up, over tracks overreact Once I start, like a bullet, ain´t no holdin´ me back I´m all that and two mac´s, ya´ll fakin´ jacks When I cock back like Busta Bust and make ´em clap Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends Got to get it, and when I´m gone Ya´ll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I´m comin´ home I´m poison, see my skull and crossbones Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones And I got drugs in my system, we thugs in the system That put slugs in victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat As long as I ain´t no game, there´s no contest [Chorus] [Method Man] Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chain I guess that should explain why I given the dope name Ain´t nothin´ free, everything got a fee How the fuck you got a car and ain´t got a pot to pee? I´ma grown man, so I do grown man things Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing? It´s Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes I´m number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady It´s all good, everything I spit, all hood And if ya´ll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya´ll would Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya´ll gon´ learn huh When I burn son, stick a fork in him he´s done And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J For the right CREAM, the´ll do anything you say She Ice Cream, I´m caked up with icing Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream [Chorus] [Outro: P. Diddy] Let´s work... come on Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy Hitmen baby, let´s work, come on Let´s work, come on, yeah Uh, let´s work... aiyo pass that nigga Joe Hooker, I see you, let´s work, yeah

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