Method Man - Another Winter lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Quick to pop off let a couple shots off

Leave ‘em bleedin out with his shoes and his socks off

(Verse)

War dancin, I ain’t tryin to make it rain though

You slow gassin, I’ll leave you brain on your Durango

First classmen, old school with the Kangol

Thug passion, that pussy juice like a mango

Hulk smashin, make it jump like everlastin

God body Ramadan, 30 day fastin

Six two brown skin fellow with the Caesar fade

360 waves, side burns with a little graze

I remain relevant; I’mma raw element

High street intelligent, product of my tenement

Son of Anarchy, smokin that Bob Marley

La la la be killin these niggas slowly

Wake up, smell the coffee, sleep on the street is costly

Pay attention to the warnin signs, don’t cross me

Give ‘em hypertention, that niggas is gettin salty

I’m quick to pop off back the fuck up off me

(Hook)

Carlton Fisk banana clip silver back gorilla

Mr. Streetlife show you what that heat like

Hanz on yo we handle them Berettas PLO

Yo its forever, bout to show em what it be’s like

Method man, turn a dollar to a million

Killa bees we in the buildin

Makin sure the children eat right eat right

In the buildin make sure the babies eat right x 2

(Verse)

Black scenery white chalk yellow tape

Carlo got a bullet proof wallet, bitch in every state

Light that smoke that animals ferocious

Dealin with the boss mentality really focus

Tailor made linen and loafers, louie emblems

Problems on the street my lieutenant quickly attendin em

Carlito ways, brown bag money

In the book of life you can’t get stuck to one page

All in together now, chinchilla bullet proof

Hoodies for any sign of winter war weather

And daddy gon get that cash so clever

And Meth push the button my hands all on the triggers

And they thought I rot in jail, like go figure

If I laid down dead in the street you goin too nigga

And this is raw kickin out your door start to scream out loud

Carlton Fisk back for more

(Hook)

(Verse)

Now whoever read me wrong, can start by readin my palm

Make me catch a flashback of my father beatin my mom

Kiss the ring, ain’t easy bein a don

So I gotta carry the heat, ain't easy being LeBron

This is past rap, but I ain’t pass the baton

Tell em rappers bypass it or get to passin it on

I won’t take it passed that, even if I pass it I’m gone

Better yet, scratch that, ya’ll don’t get a pass then it’s on

We Hanz On, everybody watchin the Don

Got their eyes on the kid when they should be watchin their own

Telling lies on the kid, they said he’s not in a zone

Said he never reach the top, but that ain’t stop him from goin

Already on, so hungry his ribs are showin

The money is gettin low, the bum niggas is on

55 Bowen

These hungry adolescents is grown

When they get the Smith and Wesson they adolescence is gone

(Hook)