What You Getting Into

[Chorus: Method Man & Donny Cacsh] What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something This is what I’m into [Verse 1: Streetlife] Strollin to the building, collect the money, than tell shorty get the rental We going cross the bridge, we heading up town Cop a couple hundred grams, bring it back make it triple Stop at the smoke shop, cop them double zero bags Yeah we got big rocks, those up the block, niggas mad, call up bullet man I need some more shells, I heard you got the ap9, out the box for sale [Chorus: Method Man & Donny Cacsh] What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something This is what I’m into [Verse 2: Donny Cacsh] I wake and I’m high, I be sleeping on the clouds, like I wake up in the sky I roll up another one and then I’m getting fly Then I load up a couple guns, because it’s time to ride See the money’s what I’m into, ima keep it simple It I ain't getting guap, that shit is poppin like a pimple Holy as a temple, hair pin trigger so gentle, can't print you Only way to ID you is through your dental [Chorus: Method Man & Donny Cacsh] What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something This is what I’m into [Verse 3: Method Man] I’m all about this caper, in the group with 9 members I ain’t trying to split this paper, but that’s another issue I ain’t rappin with you haters, send you back to meet your maker And I bet nobody missed you The island be official, without the striped jersey and the whistle Put the pistol to you dog, Michael Vick you Method I’m the Shih Tzu, It only take a word for me to sic you I mean get you and them goons are going with you [Chorus: Method Man & Donny Cacsh] What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing Same old shit, making money, niggas frontin What you getting into, I ain’t doing nothing About to cop a bag, get a dutch, and fuck something This is what I’m into