How High movie - Bring Da Pain lyrics

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Song by Method Man<br /><br>

Basically, can't fuck with me<br>

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[Verse One:]<br>

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I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain<br>

Let's go inside my astral plane<br>

Find out my mental's based on instrumental<br>

records hey, so I can write monumental<br>

Methods, I'm not the King<br>

But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM<br>

check it, just how deep can shit get<br>

Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it<br>

In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over<br>

Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross<br>

Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side<br>

And I'm the dark side of the Force<br>

Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan<br>

I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it<br>

Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus<br>

Bustin at me bruh, now bust it<br>

Styles, I gets buckwild<br>

Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files<br>

I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy<br>

Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze<br>

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[Chorus:]<br>

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Is it real son, is it really real son<br>

Let me know it's real son, if it's really real<br>

Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one<br>

Want it raw deal son, if it's really real<br>

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[Interlude: Booster]<br>

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And when I was a lil stereo (stereo)<br>

I listened to some champion (champion)<br>

I always wondered (wondered)<br>

Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha)<br>

Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!)<br>

And de gargon summary<br>

And any man dat come test me (test me)<br>

Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that)<br>

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[Verse Two:]<br>

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Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope<br>

the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke<br>

off the set comin to your projects<br>

Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise<br>

Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit<br>

Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit<br>

And it's gonna get even worse word to God<br>

It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments<br>

Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth<br>

Came to represent and carve my name in your chest<br>

You can come test realize you're no contest<br>

Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West<br>

Quick on the draw with my hands on the four<br>

nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore<br>

Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper<br>

Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof<br>

Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw<br>

When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw<br>

I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns<br>

Enough to give my chest hairs a perm<br>

I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe<br>

All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'<br>

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What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style<br>

Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me*<br>

Northern spicy brown mustard hoes<br>

We have to stick you<br>

[horn sound of car racing by]<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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[Outro:]<br>

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I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off<br>

and make you kneel in some staircase piss<br>

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I'll fuckin, cut your eyelids off<br>

and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills<br>

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You motherfuckers<br>

(So??) So fuck the hoe<br>

Fuck the hoe<br>

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(Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin...)<br>

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