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4 Seasons

Artist:Method Man  Album:Blackout! 

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[Redman] Bitch! Brick City, yo Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young At 8 paint chips the rare moon ---- That pair mics, my maintenance I battle you and then me and Meth exchange shifts For money, to your house arrest anklet I take it all, if not, here's a thousand Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men I'm constant, on that paper chase Blow zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8 Doc serve to you to liquor in the plate Battle royal, in the ring smoking like ought to owe ya Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment Hit 95 then I hide with the Waltons Down South, the forty-four feela I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga Westside highway running, homo nigga [LL Cool J] (Method Man) I'm the sultan of the ghetto The homicidal aficionado I empty niggas out like Cristal bottles, uh When I battle, I'm breaking Bentleys down to gravel I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you losers I knew my longevity confuse ya Big paper game, come on run into these flames Recognize the power of the royal King James Phantom Menace, that's why niggas make faces like they drinking Guinness When they realize I'm not finished I've been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin' Platinum links, chicky-eyed blonde hair, honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks Black thugs with white minks, ready to jack the brink Bend your little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks That's why ya niggaz freeze when I step up in the building The Godfather's here giving blessings to his children Carrots shine, the world all mine Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes Or bodies they collect, black Gotti shot a tech Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes We can do this one more time, I'll let you decide The Alizae swigger, I clock twelve figgas Think Goulianni's rough I got some real shit for niggas Never been defeated, niggas retreated Made the choice to be seated

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