(ft. Method Man)

MATH HOFFA!

Yo,Yo,Yo

You aint live till you caught a lick and book it made a chick  
eat another chick pussy
which one of ya niggas wanna push me 
I get gully and then get gush
I see how a hater might hate this 
When it come to winners yall racist
When it come to winnin my place is 
number one all in your mothafucking faces
Ga Ga Ga God damn Math Hoffa with a chick nice ass, big nachas..
i ain’t gotta smash I could watch her 
if I go b*tch she still go aca, tell her, warm fellow
they say money talks ima tell her  
always come back do whatever and I’ma be an open door forever.

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Just for you babe might check,might check her, yo might check might check her
Heard you out of town  and your  girl get around 
So while your not around i might check her.
Yo open the door bitch,yo open the door bitch 
don’t be silly or I’ma kick it in like biggie
(Method Man)
Shutgun pump double barrel,shotgun pump double barrel 
Shotgun pump double barrel 
Or I’ma kick it in like biggie. 

You ain’t live till you made your first million 
and top models wanna swallow your children,
I thought I told you wu-tang was for the children 
wait before rap moving crack in your building  ..
now whats the price of rice in china these chicks tryin to raise the price on thier vaginas
me I’m tryin to live the life and get the grinda
like diddy but I ain’t  tryin get the shine on..
pop off  no question show dirty like your raw no protection
when the kid hold court no objections, 
math needs his money at the door no exception 
I go hard in the pain on a rapper, 
I go harder on a skank no viagra,you think I’m trippin’
Ain’t in the trickin but keep a small bud in the kitchen who the master. 

Chorus

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			     Thanks to garbo

                          Thanks to Json for correcting these lyrics