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METHOD MAN lyrics : "I Get My Thang In Action"


[Verse 1]
^!$$%s wanna test my stees,

^!$$% please,
I black that eye like peas
You better freeze

In ya tracks
A Wu-Tang (bzzz) killer bee's on ya back
I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack

You want it all?
Yeah I want it all like THAT
I stab my own moms in the back for a stack

^!$$%s like damn, why you want it like that?
'Cause I'm a dog, and I got no love for the cat
Attitude's cold like the north polar cap

Where I do my (??) a little further down the map
A little black island
Called Stat

Where ^!$$%s carry gats in they Black Moon hat
Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap
And youse an unknown with a phoney contract

Wake up and smell the method, mother$#&@er
Contact, fallin' in a cypher from a fallen head crack
An indian giver and I'm out to take it back

Shaolin Island, baby where you at?
A runaway train that be runnin' on ya track
That's how it's goin' down

Yeah, it's goin' down like that

[Chorus]

I gets my thang in action
To live, to love, to see, to learn


[Break]
Yo! Tell 'em what's happenin'!
(What's happening?

I'll tell ya wh-what's happening
Tell 'em what's happening
Brothers ain't got no peers and they be smokin' funny

Shaddup!)

[Verse 2]

I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
Betcha twenty points and ya still can't score
Nuttin'

'Cause you ain't got no points in this game
Kid, you frontin'
A home run hitter and you be buntin'

Brush out the toilet, I got my %#@! together
When I'm good, I'm good,
When bad, I'm better

You want it?
Whatever
I be the stormy weather

Rain coming down
To weather with ya leather
JACKET

A ^!$$% with a ax
Couldn't
HACK IT

I spark 'em like a match (ssskt)
Coming back it's the method
To get louder

The method
Man, clap yo hands, now check it
See me in the mist (??)

But my physical brother came through and got me lift
^!$$%s, that I walk by, give me the eye
The mormon is $#&@in' me up, killing my high

^!$$% get back,
Ya #~!!@ cat,
I'm fearsome

Basically dat,
I'm all of dat,
And 'den some

While I,
Was out on tour,
Goin' beserk
I heard you
Was over at the sand box

And kickin' DIRT
All over my name
But you can't pull my file,
YOU DON'T KNOW ME, AND YOU DON'T KNOW MY STYLE
Comin' out 'dere like dat 'dere

YEAH,
(??) ghettos couldn't bear

[Outro]
(Meth-Tical, I told the boy everythin' he KNOW

To all you bad mother$#&@ers
See, I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite
Everybody needs to love Dolemite,
I love Dolemite, you love Dolemite
Hey, how you doin' ^!$$%, I know you

Know what I did when I did?
Meth-Tical, shiiit, I told the boy--)
If ya can't get yaself a ten,
The least you can do is smoke five twos
(Where ya at? Method)

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