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[Intro: sample] "Wanna see the world, ain´t scared to do it Even if, your shocked by it Me and you, lost when you do it By myself, better off bein´ you" [Intro: Method Man] Smoke cess nigga, smokin´ that A.K Norther lights, yeah.. stick ´em! Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby doll Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I., better known as the crooked letter I Come on! Self Service [Method Man] Y´all know me since ´93, now let that weed burn Back in this bitch, class dismissed, it´s the return Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y´all killas learn Your only as good as your last hit Soon as you put them automatics on safety that´s it I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets Till you blasted, till y´all come ashes to ashes We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound You either up or down, don´t get that ass kicked Ya´ll niggaz fuck around, y´all only tough around The crowds, scared to bust a round, don´t get that ass kicked What part of the game is this? I came to break bread, evidently y´all killas came to bitch, nigga So, whose the whipped nigga, don´t even trip, nigga Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk Then daddy might get him some tonight Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city To find out it´ll cost you bout a buck fifty Across your face swiftly, my after taste shitty Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties And I ain´t even got to say my name I got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick" You think it´s all a game, like pussy all the same I´m speakin´ toilet slang, not seakin´ hall of fame It´s raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dooky Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie That like to pop snoopy, think she gon´ pop coochie Just cuz you got Gucci, don´t mean you not hoochie Girl, I tell it like a T-I-N Ain´t no other kids eatin´ till I feed my kids Trick, oh, you ain´t crushin´, sister, I can´t do nothin´ wit you My money´s celebate, honey, and we ain´t fuckin´ wit you I do it for the nookie, some say I´m too pushy Only thing better than pussy, that´s some new pussy There that go, looky, it´s gettin´ ugly even With niggaz so broke, they couldn´t spend a lovely even [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, that´s it Yeah, Method Man has just left the muthafuckin´ building

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