50 Shots

[Chorus: Method Man & Mack Wilds]

Meth Man, Cory Gunz go bang

Streetlife got a knife, homie run your chains

Mack, riding round the city and we do our thing

From a city that be known to do crazy things

You all ready, I’m heavy, y’all stay in your lane

We ready, Stat fete still playing the game

Mack, ladies at the show singing every hook

But they finna get their panties took, so let's go

[Verse 1: Method Man]

Aye aye, y’all don’t get the picture before we focus

Facts, look who back, crooked like scoliosis, the take over

Take this line straight up your noses

This for my smokers but this time I up the dosage

This my closest, to perfection my magnum opus

The magnum smoking. I’m safe

Like when the magnum open

What y’all promoting, sex, lies, and true religion

Now how ironic them jeans ain’t got no true up in em

No Wu up in em, no DNA won’t see the day

You crash my set Lil Mama no VMA

Meth is a threat zero drama, I’m such a vet

No need for checking my cuts (Nooo) just cut the check

Who want one, You’ll need Hanz and Cory’s Gun

Graffiti some, we spray cans where Cory from

I dreamed I lost in a food fight and Nore won

Kidding so it shall be written the story done

[Chorus: Method Man & Mack Wilds]

Meth Man, Cory Gunz go bang

Streetlife got a knife, homie run your chains

Mack, riding round the city and we do our thing

From a city that be known to do crazy things

You all ready, I’m heavy, y’all stay in your lane

We ready, Stat fete still playing the game

Mack, ladies at the show singing every hook

But they finna get their panties took, so let's go

[Verse 2: Cory Gunz]

Fuck you losers while they fake jacks I make maneuvers

Like Method, Sticking up crews, bumping some Wu shit

I’m all seasons goose down hoodie and snorkel

Whatever, whatever you want I’ll off you

I’m awful, unlawful, I ain’t the one to talk too

Thats word to uncle Ghost, I’ll cook your waffle

Riddle me down, I’m mentally that

Freddy the villain is here you remember me back

Felony killers or kitties. I chill and trapped in the belly

No telling me how high and they feel I be strapped

Waiting for murderers some type of burglar and chomping

And murder burglar upon us some karmas when the curb with

Turbulent, been a veteran what you still a virgin

Dangerous grounds, we stain the clowns I’m burgeon goon platoon

Some loon buffoons refurnishing, womb for tombs

Kaboom, you doomed, no surgeon you know

[Chorus: Method Man & Mack Wilds]

Meth Man, Cory Gunz go bang

Streetlife got a knife, homie run your chains

Mack, riding round the city and we do our thing

From a city that be known to do crazy things

You all ready, I’m heavy, y’all stay in your lane

We ready, Stat fete still playing the game

Mack, ladies at the show singing every hook

But they finna get their panties took, so let's go

[Verse 3: Streetlife]

You could never break me down, I’m built for this

Crown fitted for a king I’m victorious

It's survival of the fit as we are warriors

For the red, black and green vanglorious

Godbody-Cypher-Divine, dangerous minds

Spontaneously combine, it’s the sign of the times

All things must come to an end, I’mma ball until then

No fade away shots I’m going hard at the rim

Might rupture my Achilles heel, chasing this hundred mill

Brake pads gone just lost my third wheel

On my last leg stay kicking like old cabbage and boiled eggs

Known to hold a grudge won’t stop till they all dead

Eyes bloodshot red bottle to the head damn forgot what I just said

Eyes blood, fuck it just on to the next one

I been around the world never forgot where I came from

[Chorus: Method Man & Mack Wilds]

Meth Man, Cory Gunz go bang

Streetlife got a knife, homie run your chains

Mack, riding round the city and we do our thing

From a city that be known to do crazy things

You all ready, I’m heavy, y’all stay in your lane

We ready, Stat fete still playing the game

Mack, ladies at the show singing every hook

But they finna get their panties took, so let's go