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METHOD MAN lyrics : "Father's Day"

Performed with Redman

[Intro: Method Man (Redman)]

I wanna deal, with a bigger $$#hole
The streets, it's coming down hard
We got to get our %#@! together

We always had music, eating off the game
Like you was never gon' run dry, that ain't no business
(No other game is run so disorganized

Look around you, every hood that's taking care of business
Is together, dig it, tight?)


[Method Man]
I can't spend my life running away
For what it's worth, how much dirt can I get done in a day?

I got, clip in the AK (a blunt in the tray)
I'm a beast ($#&@ the police) N.W.A.
Ya'll play this game that the huster's play

And if you dress in the metrosexual way, then mutha$#&@a, you gay
Ya'll can save this drama for Kay Slay, like who's $#&@ing my chick
Or writing books about sucking my dick

Now I don't give a $#&@ what they say, cuz once I put on my cool
They see my life and wanna put on my shoes
Top of the world, ma, look at your dude

I dig a chick with an attitude, but I don't let her cook up my food
It's like these young ^!$$%s hugging the strip
Who got the power to move bricks and buildings never loving the (*##$

Stripping with game, ya'll can guzzle a sip, ain't nothing change
My ^!$$%s is off the chain, and we don't muzzle the pit, a-ha


"Can I get a suuuuuuuu?"
"Aiyo, this bounce right here for all my Wu-Tang mutha$#&@as in the house, tonight"


[Redman]
Soon as I, pick up my pen, I begin my flow
I close my eyes then write rhymes in a Blackout mode

My uzi, weigh over a ton, CD plays over
I do my crime with baking soda, with no odor
Pull out like boat motor streams, crack your shoulder wing

Def Squad decoder ring, psychopath bordering
My dogs %#@!ting on your lawn, while you watering
Pay the fine, audit him and %#@! on your lawn again

D.O.C. get it, C.O.D., my hood
P.O.P., ^!$$%, N.J. deep, baby
Jersey state of mind, Method Man, lock 'em in

Ya'll ^!$$%s give a $#&@, punk, we the opposite, yup
I hear you gossipping, cuz we on
Just because I rock, don't mean I'm made of stone

My bones is sturdy, I wake up to get it early
When I bully the streets, my Co-D is Keith Murray
In a hurry, back down, the boy roll with us

This how it sound when them boys is transmitted
Bricks to Staten Island, where babies turn into killers
That's why my Cadillac bare more arms than caterpillers, let's get it


"Can I get a suuuuuuuu?"
"Aiyo, this bounce right here for all my Wu-Tang mutha$#&@as in the house, tonight"


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