Method Man - Rain All Day lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Hey! I swear I never change

If I’m with you in the sunshine, I’m wit when it rains

I’ll never switch, I’m still the same

Get caught up in the mix, I never snitch or give up game

I’m no squealer

Police be tryin to pick the killers brain

Not familiar, that’s why some brothers go against the grain

I’m La Familia, I’m hands on

But that don’t mean the name I’m trynna fill ya

My hands strong, i ain’t tryin to take your chain

I’m tryin to kill ya

Orangutan, you monkeys trynna

Hang like you’re gorillas

I give you Wu-Tang slash gilla

The object in the mirror, Mac Miller

My method is the illest slash illa

I’m tryin to get the guap, cash scrilla

But whitey only see a crack dealer

Michael Jack thriller, this is not The Walkin Dead

Rapper think he’s Chalky White

He get the white chalk instead

Meth Lab, killin everythin that’s in the way

Until the son say

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The Meth Lab dudes don’t play

(Verse)

Had these dude thinkin’ damn, when it rains, it pours

News flash, Meth back, whole Staten with him

Couldn’t come to terms, how they playin with this rap

Don’t be understandin all the substance that it lacks

Gorilla out the traps, bout to flip

10 years gone probably saw him in the flicks

Red tails Belly, mutherfucker, was the shit

Rap coalition, meth lab, get em lit

Yo it’s crazy how these nigga’s try and do it like we did it

Careful if you copy end up money on your fitted

Side line critics

Hate the bully with the Wesson’s

I swear to god in heaven, don’t get caught without your weapon

Caught without your weapons, it get ugly in a second

Sidearms hover like we bought ‘em from The Jetson’s

Meth lab, vocab, kill ‘em where they lay

Got ‘em sitting sayin’

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(Verse)

I’m used to the rain, I don’t see the sun too much

Nocturnal hustler grindin, holdin em drugs too much

Bench press my pen, on my fresh pad

Just left the crack house, I’m headed to Meth’s lab, the tech jab

Cowards in their face when they schemin I bet cash

Frown up on their face leave ‘em bleedin, who want’s what?

That’s my attitude all day, you snooze, you lose, that’s why I’m makin moves all day

The tool gonna spray

I suggest you stay in your lane

Staten niggas ain’t playin, you get banged for your chain

I bang with a gang, a poppin mind bangin up thangs

Accurate aim, well-trained, angle and range

Dismantle your frame, microphones blown into the flames

Pesci the name, Professional, perfectin the game

I’m wreckin these lanes

Sharpshooter killin all day

Had these haters say

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