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K.B. Ridin'

アーティスト:Method Man 

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[Intro: Ghostface Killah (RZA) {Method Man}] Word (These mothafuckin' niggaz, man) Yeah, I hear that, you got that shit, right? (Yeah, I got it) Lemme hear it (I'ma two-way Sunn back right now Next time she show up right on time for this shit) Word, no doubt (Better stop smokin' on that shit) Fuck that, hey, don't do it with him (Whatever) Yo yeah, lemme get that mothafucka's sayin' on this, nigga (Yeah, niggaz be buggin' in here Nigga don't speak no fuckin' English, word?) You get me everything? (I got you a cheese joint) {Diamond buscuits, mothafucka!} [Break: Method Man (RZA) {Prodical}] Now let's see, we don't get down like that See, he holds his own, haha, he holds his own Haha, he holds his own (Bank!) (John Blizzy) {Straight like that} He holdin' twenty on this (Ghost Deini) {Uh-huh! Yeah!} (ShaCronz) {The invincible, baby) Bad boys (Suga Bang) {It's like that!} (D-Digi!) [Method Man (Prodical)] Spontaneous combustion got niggaz lustin' Fuckin' with this head bustin' track spanker Decaffinator, crab sinker, twenty-five Tryin' to live to see my forty acher, before I die Immaculate conceptions like loaded weapons Shootin' up ya rap session in mere seconds (Bluh! Bluh!) Ya whole style is undressin' Try to hide yaself behind the R&B section And got spotted, fuckin' with them fake artists who make garbage Now ya like a human target with no direction And no protection, rap nigga assed out and no question Dead and buried, we holdin' like the military Fuck Dog Shit, hide-out beats and hot cherries On virgin mic's, style very cri-Tical By any means necessary, mad lyr-ical The Ghostrider, want vengeance on you style biters Ya whole sect got you gassed 'til I sparked the lighter And burnt that ass like Dhalsim in Street Fighter I play the shadows, scopin' out you lime lighters and Desperados [Chorus: Suga Bang Bang (RZA) {Prodical}] Killa Beez is ridin' East to West, baby See our twenties spinnin' on our trucks, baby Diamonds, Cubans hangin' from our neck, baby Come on, come on [Interlude: RZA {Prodical}] {Baby cuz It's Not a Game} You see them mothafuckin' twenty-inch chromes spinnin'? {Rocked out, baby, ice hangin'} [Ghostface Killah (RZA)] Bailed out from drugs, almost retired from bubblin' Hammers was the guns under the rug, lift off my publishin' Jet to Miami, I chuggle-lug the


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