Method Man - 2 Minutes Of Your Time lyrics

rate me

That's why y'all muthafuckas don't know nothin'

You don't do no education, man

Sit yo lil ass down, lemme talk to ya fo' a minute and shit, mane

Staten Island

Still grimmy as a mob

Y'already know

Listen, I wrote this verse on the 25th

What happened, y'all just ain't gon' get it till the 26th

I'm here to analyze yo shooter like I'm Kenny Smith

But I ain't Kenny, Kenny can't shoot it, but Kenny spits

This ain't fo' more bones, hashtag, New Guinea tricks

An oxymoron, backbones and skinny dip

But what report on, betta come with yo swirl on

I hit ya with that C-Lo Green, ya know that short on

The people caught on, wait

I meant to say the people scot on, wait

The record, I hope record on

Wait, before we wreck it, too many styles to throw on

Wu-Tang is for the children, go get yo child support on

I ain't tryin' to bring the city back

And all that pretty boy rap ain't where I'm really at

Really, how silly's that? Besides, rappers don't really ride

They piggy back, I trade 'em all to have Tupac and Biggie back

Back, don't give me that!