Method Man - 50 Shots lyrics

rate me

(Hook: Method Man and Mack Wilds)

Meth Man Cory Gunz go bang

Streetlife got to knife, homie run yo chain

Mack

Ridin' around the city and we do our thing

From a city that is known to do crazy things

Ya already I’m heavy ya’ll stay in yo lane

We ready stat fete still playin' the game

Mack, ladies in the show singin' every hook

But they’re goin' to get their panties took, so lets go

(Verse: Method Man)

Aye aye

Ya’ll don’t get the picture before we focus

Facts, look who back

Crooked like scoliosis, the take ova

Take this line straight up yo noses

This for my smokers

But this time I up the dosage

This my closest, to perfection

My magnum opus, the magnum smokin'

I’m safe! Like when the magnum open

What y’all promotin'

Sex, lies, and true religion

Now how ironic

Them jeans ain’t got no true up in em, no wu up in em

No DNA won’t see the day

Ya crash my set Lil Mama

No VMA Meth is a threat

Zero drama, I’m such a vet

No need for checkin' my cuts (Nooo)

Just cut the check

Who want one, You’ll need Hanz and Cory’s Gunz

Graffiti sum', we spray cans where Cory from

I dreamed I lost in a food fight and Nore won

Kiddin' so it shall be written the story done

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Cory Gunz)

Fuck ya losers

While they fake jacks I make maneuvers

Like Method, Stickin' up crews, bumpin' sum' Wu shit

I’m all seasons goose down hoodie and snorkel

Whateva, whateva ya want I’ll off ya

I’m awful, unlawful

I ain’t the one to talk too

Thats word to uncle Ghost

I’ll cook yo waffle

Riddle me down

I’m mentally that

Freddy the villain is here ya remember me back

Felony killers or kittys

I chill and trapped in the belly

No tellin' me how high and they feel I be strapped

Waitin' for murderers sum' type of burglar and chompin

And murder burglar upon us sum' karmas when the curb with

Turbulent, been a veteran what ya still a virgin

Dangerous grounds, we stain the clowns I’m burgeon goon platoon

Sum' loon buffoons refurnishin', womb for tombs

Kaboom, ya doomed, no surgeon ya know

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Streetlife)

Ya could neva break me down

I’m built for this

Crown fitted for a king I’m victorious

Its survival of the fit as we are warriors

For the red, black and green vanglorious

God body cypher divine

Dangerous minds

Spontaneously combine

It’s the sign of the times

All things must come to an end

I’m a ball until then

No fade away shots

I’m goin' hard at the rim

Might rupture my achilles heel

Chasin' this hundred mill

Brake pads gone

Just lost my third wheel

On my last leg

Stay kickin' like old cabbage and boiled eggs

Known to hold a grudge

Won’t stop till they all dead

Eyes bloodshot red

Bottle to the head damn forgot what I just said

Eyes blood, fuck it just on to the next one

I been around the world neva forgot

Where I came from

(Hook)