G’d Up

[Intro: Method Man]

Allah Math, dig it

[Verse 1: Method Man]

My block is G'd up, the cops is racist

Staircases is peed up, haters get beat up

Woman are getting eat up

Look at this paper don't need much

But still need a calculator to keep up

Je-sus; I'm doing me, B.I.G

Hit Lil Cease up after I hit this tree up

Me, I get my cheese up

Puff the buddha, I get my Chi up

My team in the building until the lease up

Look, you think this method ain't pro-lific then pro-hibit

See, I'm the witted but like my daddy, no different

A go-getter, I go get it, now go figure

Without no figures, no gold cards, no gold diggers

To quote Jigga, I goes hard, I blow Swishers

I blow that trigger, your whole squad can go with ya

Ay, Dio mío, I'm a hell of a flow spitter

You ain't my people, I don't care if you know RZA

'Cause at the end of the day

I'm a problem, boy, stay out of my way

Now if you see me in the streets, you better give me my space

And if I beat you to the punch, I punch you dead in your face

[Pre-Chorus Sample: Raekwon]

Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped

Caked out

The Corleone connection in all selection

Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped

Caked out

The Corleone connection in all selection

Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped

Caked out

The Corleone connection in all selection

Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit

And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit

[Chorus: Mzee Jones]

Drink sippin', no slippin', weed, women

No kidding, big business, tops missing

Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin'

Welcome to the big boy life

Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching

Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin', rollie copin'

Wig rockin', big talking, cash dropping

Welcome to the big boy life - yeah

[Verse 2: R-Mean]

Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah

We known to do this, the flow is loose and it's so abusive

Was born a Christian but yo the truth is the dough is Jewish

I overdo this, fuck a moderation

Homie we focused, my camp Auschwitz with the concentration (Ooh)

Meth-Tical, R-Dash, Allah Math

Step in my shoes and leave footprints in God's path

These surfaces try to divert us away from a higher purpose

I look emcees in their eyes, you looking kind of nervous

But we knowing the mean, the leader's showing ya

King of kings, Haile Selassie, Ethiopia

Blunt condition chronic and I don't mean that pneumonia

So shorty you and your friend

I'm bout to leave with the both of ya

She tell me that she need me

They always come right back

Bitches get repo'd quicker than Tyga's Lamborghini

We eating lobster and shrimp

Rappers is Ramadan

Too raw, I shouldn't spit without a condom on

The type of rookie that's respected by the veterans

'Cause dog I ain't a rookie, I'm a motherfucking veteran

Light up the medicine, just know you've been warned

'Cause when the killer bees starting to swarm, you know it's on

[Pre-Chorus Sample]

Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped

Caked out

The Corleone connection in all selection

Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped

Caked out

The Corleone connection in all selection

Murder niggas, luxurious, banks I was draped

Caked out

The Corleone connection in all selection

Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit

And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit

[Chorus: Mzee Jones]

Drink sippin', no slippin', weed, women

No kidding, big business, tops missing

Ice glisten, clear vision, keep wishin'

Welcome to the big boy life

Bottle popping, no stopping, haters watching

Speaker knocking, shorty hoppin', rollie copin'

Wig rockin', big talking, cash dropping

Welcome to the big boy life - yeah