Is It Me

[Intro: Method Man] Uh... yeah, y'all, guess whose back? Heh... cauli' flavored, momma crack Yeah... yeah... Scott Storch (Return of the great) Mr. M-E-F (aww shit) know what I said Black people don't use the T-H, yo (got it fucked up now) Yo, yo... [Method Man] Guess who back though, crack dough, yes, eyes is hat low Stash 'dro, pimp on the side, you know how that go Rap flow, major, taste the flavor, all natural high Y'all gotta love it when the track go (track go) Ask Def Jam what's hot, three letters, M-E-F Man Been stopped, that's off top, young, fresh to death And you're not, no matter what the job, I'm the best man Rap C.E.O. minus the yes-man (yes-man) I know that's right, so act right, Staten on the map Like fuck y'all, get stuck, y'all and have a bad night As I brush off my shoulder, that's right My nigga Scott Storch keep bringing it back like (back like) Oh boy, dig it, I talk about it and I live it Been there, did it, shitted and wiped my ass with it These critics saw the train for brains and must of missed it If they ain't got the shit, they'll never get it (never get it) [Hook: Method Man] Is it me, or is it these, niggas in it for cheese Is it me, all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez Is it me, or is it me, that ain't feeling M.C.'s With the top down, wheeling the v, feeling the breeze Is it me, or is it these, niggas spitting the same Is it me, all my enemies, throwing shit in the game Is it me, or the industry that really got to change Once again, it's Wu-Tang, in case y'all forgot the name [Method Man] I spit germ, early bird gets worm, now Now that it's his turn, clowns don't get turns, now Fuck with a chick perm, when she get hot, you get burned You see I'm not kidding, knowing these kids learn (kids learn) And and I'm that dude, ahh-choo, and allerging to wake jewels Blast if I have to, and y'all don't give me no hassle Who rep Rotten Apple to death and get natural Make hard beats pound like the track do (track do) If you ask me, this raspy voice nigga is nasty Khaki's hanging off of his ass, eyes is glassy That's fucked, that's us, niggas know where to catch me At 1-800 GET-AT-ME, (get at me) My, flow's, no holds barred, Holy Jahad It's the head nigga in charge, Meth, back on the job Like back in the days, back when, the game was hard And when they reminiscenced over Wu, my God [Hook] [Method Man] Until these rap niggas stepped up, checked up, man this game is messed up Next up, you know what it is, don't get it f'd up Meth, what? F.Y.I., you need a heads up And I don't mean to beat you in the head, but (head, but) When you spit that, forget that, I eat these niggas food And the shit wrapped, where Cliff at? Tell 'em Mr. Meth got his shit back The gift back, sign, sealed, delivered and gift wrapped And when you hear that click-click (click-click) That's real talk, some niggas will talk to the cops Get killed off, man how did you get caught with all the rocks And still walk, no matter what you mix with a pig You still pork, and money is still forced (still forced) Yeah, that was right on cue, new and improved All these dudes try'nna walk in my shoes, doing my moves But that's cool, cause I'mma make it do what it do With this W, like I can I get a "suu" motherfuckers? [Hook] [Outro: Method Man W-T-R-B... Wu-Tang Radio, Bitch...