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Meth Vs. Chef

Method Man

Tical

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[Intro] You is worthy of a general If you want to fight, fight with me! One to one! Man to man! [Interlude: Lounge Lo (Raekwon)] Get ready to gel team! Live and direct from the one-six-ooh We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical! It's about to go on, Tical You make the call, I make the call It's all for all Method Man, Raekwon the Chef (count my shells) And there's about to be one left (count my shells, nigga) I know you know it's on kid (Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!) [Verse 1: Method Man] Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye Chiba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle Niggas thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught A bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short Of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening Style, blowing up the spot like ballistic Missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven Tearing up the power-u, Meth-Tical A bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck Hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front Out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain Of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat Wrap a power in a tec, to wet A nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases Sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head fever Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer Bobbing on my knob like an all day sucker Bitch! [Hook] Meth Vs. Chef Meth Vs. Chef (Let's bring this shit) Meth Vs. Chef (Yeah, one more time!) Meth Vs. Chef I blow your fuckin ass to death [Verse 2: Raekwon the Chef] I'm goin all out kid no turnbacks You could try to front, get smoked and that's that Lyric assassin, dressed in black rugged Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then I go to war in a concrete jungle, making bundles Niggas act funny, and fumble But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly Niggas stay strapped, armed to die Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop No question, cha-cha-BOW in the session Bloodshot in that direction, cypher Attack you like chess moves best move Yo, yeah, yo The boards, your ass 'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uh! Attack the boards like chess moves, best move At Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew Live direct, yeah you better step Gunshots ring on the set Let's jet - motivate, to the gate With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle Airwaves, yo behave Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way
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