[Intro: Method Man]
(There...there?)
One more gain
Yo, uh-huh uh-huh
Star
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Surround sounder, blunt smokin, remy downer
Hip-hop sizzar slingin' my raw in your flounder
You get skidawed, undertakin' undergrounders
This Lyricist Lounge with Lo, that be lounger
Aliens is out of townish, fuck applause
Niggas clap now with forty pounders, and fourty-fours
Is it all, fair in love and war, young 'uns with guns
Acting like they taking yours, uh, live by the sword
They gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that apply to nature, low and these niggas love to hate ya
Request the Henney straight no chaser
Twin towerin', I skyscrape ya, now give me yours
[Verse 2: Star]
Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal Star
Leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars
(Allah punk) I'm hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin' like Christ
Recitin' psalms in the streets of Babylon
(Verbs I gather well) [?] data shells
My squad camoflauge jewels like the Bible with parables
With the navigator, spittin razor sharp, breath laser data
That'll tickle you now, but slay you later
[Verse 3: Method Man]
On this one call me Lee Major
Million dollar man, bionic or proffesor chronic, still not a player
I just fuck alot, the panty raider
Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager, stankin' ass
[Verse 4: Polite]
Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the bullet
You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it
Bet if I pull my gun I'm gon' squeeze
I'm startin at your head, son, and stoppin' at your knees
I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs
Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood
Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt mental
Foul thoughts paralyzin' temples, it's just that simple
[Chorus: All]
You better come with your best gun, niggas be holdin'
It's all war no fun, niggas be bowlin'
You niggas under pressure now
My squad's down for whatever with whoever now, let's get it on
Best to come with your best gun, niggas be rollin'
It's all war no fun, niggas be holdin'
You niggas under pressure now
My squad's down for whatever with whoever now, let's get it on
[Verse 5: Star]
Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four-fifth Glock
We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got was lip lock
Heavy heat, steady street sweepin' your peeps
Hawks, machete chops puttin' cease to your petty fleet
This raw rebel got more metal than pop
And rock groups, when my Glock shoots the scores settled
A ground attack, I'm bound to clap rounds of rap
Clowns are found flat, face down around the map
Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four-five
The size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle mine
[Verse 6: Method Man]
If I told you once, I told your ass a thousand times, chump
Body in the trunk, stay in line punk, fuck wit me and mine
[Verse 7: Polite]
Yo, you be the actual, sixteen bars, comin' after you
Never go against my team, they might embarrass you
Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed
Put your hands up, I'mma put a hole in your paws
Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro
Two choices, bass off or either die slow
We all scholars when it's time to clean a dirty dollar
Attack the boards just like a Rottweiler
[Verse 8: Method Man]
Niggas comin' out they shoes like they Usher
These motherfuckers on the run, in they socks from, the bounty hunter
Iron Lungster, rain and thunder
Here come the lightning, now I'm strikin' back at niggas bitin', pushin' buttons
Just a step away from self-destruction
Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin', suckin' away from bustin'
Y'all brothers laugh now and cry later
I rap from Alpha to Omega, 64 to Sega, whoopin' that ass
Walk you dogs through the lookin' glass, been burnin' MCs since cookin' class
Makin' it hot like the summer in the crackspot with blacktops
My nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot, on each block
I'm the remedy, send them back to me after detock
Shorty got knuckles in the Reebok
Plus we got a problem with the Benz
(What's the problem with the Benz)
She want the six-hundred, but she ain't got the ends
[Chorus: All]
You better come with your best gun, niggas be holdin'
It's all war no fun, niggas be bowlin'
You niggas under pressure now
My squads down for whatever with whoever now, let's get it on
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