M.E.F.

[Intro] Yeah, pull your shoes up Why don't ya'll niggas sit your ass down somewhere Meth, yeah, yeah *burp* I said it, Staten Island back up in this bitch in a major way Yeah [Chorus] Who next on deck? Yo, mark, ready, set You get one guess, Meth, pass that dutchie pon de left Take a deep breath, Meth, take that genie to the chest It relieves stress, please believe it Who your M-E-F'ing Man, go 'head, ask your man And them broads with them big drawers, they know who I am Call me Meth, like my niggas in Park Hill Projects Just Meth, say it with the F, never disrespect [Verse 1] Give me dap, or give me depth, Clan in effect While you shaking my right hand, I stab you with the left What the fuck ya'll expect, I'm beyond bomb threat Explode when I'm talking, I blow shit out proportion Who's next, now, to be made an example Timb boots stomping on them open toe sandals Every boots scuffed, another win for us Life's just fucked up, momma just didn't hug me enough Let's you and I discuss over this bag of dust My plans to make bags, up in God we trust ya'll I ain't gotta, lift a, finger to touch ya'll And I ain't got a middle finger you to fuck ya'll Shit, as far as I'm concerned, ya'll germs To the illest MC to ever get his turn Street, you know the Life, money feed only on these dice Don't wanna have to make my point twice [Chorus] Who next on deck? Yo, mark, ready, set You get one guess, Meth, pass that dutchie pon de left Take a deep breath, Meth, take that genie to the chest It relieves stress, please believe it Who your M-E-F'ing Man, go 'head, ask your man And them broads with them big drawers, they know who I am Call me Meth, like my niggas in Park Hill Projects Just Meth, say it with the F, never disrespect [Verse 2] Who cashing checks every first and fifteen? Who earnt they respect? Blunt brother from another mother Southpaw, might Golden Glove ya Now Enter the Wu-Tang Forever, The W Ya'll been eating off our plate for years And didn't know I spit in the pot I'm on the toilet with some new shit, fitting to drop, lend me your years For a minute, get in it, "see murder", there ain't "no limit" to the killing Emotional wreck, cuz I ain't feeling what ya'll feeling Ya'll rappers is sex with penicillen, who the villain? Burning MC's, sick as the V's when he illing A hundred degrees in dungarees, still chilling You know me by now, look out Tical In your barn, at your Phat Farm, milking your cow Street, you know the life, money feed only on these dice Don't wanna have to make my point twice [Chorus] Who next on deck? Yo, mark, ready, set You get one guess, Meth, pass that dutchie pon de left Take a deep breath, Meth, take that genie to the chest It relieves stress, please believe it Who your M-E-F'ing Man, go 'head, ask your man And them broads with them big drawers, they know who I am Call me Meth, like my niggas in Park Hill Projects Just Meth, say it with the F, never disrespect