Method Man - Symphony lyrics
rate meFeat. Hanz On, Streetlife, Kash Verrazano, Carlton Fisk, Killa Sin
I’m that OG, some of ya know me
Yeah I’m use to cut green from OG, nickel diams and OZ
I’m like toars brothers so low key
I might swing, that hammer provoke e
Put a shutter on cold beat
Tellin’ to somebody and tell me
I never trust nobody who own me, real life is a trofee
You left that ______(?) you know that shovel is on me
To put it in the earn, I put it all about the laundrey
I’m all about the bengies, put that bring jelousy,
Never don’t trust niggas, they smile and get so friendly
I’ve be damn if I pass out
It’s for bricks if I mask up and run down, in ordr to get my cash up
Cash very _______(?) it’s getting’ so though
Same rose thing when I leal, slime with it non stop
Come and take a trip to the dark side
Fuck around with pigs, they gonna find your body out time
No God playin, they getting’ on both sides
Homicide hozie, I’m so call Dutty in stole cars
Your boy ain’t playin’ a little, have ‘em
Havin’ the graven on stones, you should lain in a minute
(Verse)
Fusin’ this on the run, Felani wants the police
Kikcin’ doors, askin’ all feelin’ like the war is on
And I’m runnin throw hell
Blunt out my mouth, gasoline, drulls on
Focus, got a laze up in
Knew all the option for you, die or raise the team
Offer that you can’t refuse
Hands on music, motherfucker,
Yeah sayin’ with me
Now get your small fall hater and take a picture with me
Consider a hit, no falls, see me and whisper to me
Callin’ and got killers all around the place, killers on the lay low
Killers that kill if I say so
(Verse)
There’s a war goin’ on outside
No body’s safe from
I gotta get some money now, we gonna get some
A politics with this on, I gotta save some
I’m gonna hit ‘em with the pounds that will break some
Jump on and run from the boots on, time’s back
Life will begin with this money, get your rap back
Great music mutherfucker cuz it’s like that
I come and get ‘em on the night, hold a night cab
And I’ve been fuckin’ with the stacks keep my eye ball
Don’t let ém catch you in the spot, we gonna pay rule
I know they’ll catch racin’ with the race of faith goon
About the sweet, up in the finals with the same rules
The situation gettin’ bad as long you a mad dick
Like you can cut it with a knife and get that shit
Hands labely and ____(?)
My killers comin’ with the canners, bout to blast the shit
(Verse)
Street block, chop of the old block, the hard rock
A ball pressure til you get here and take to your hard stops
Got em all lean like codeine
Phone fin, I’m an addict, I’m addicted to rap crème
New day is done but I’m stuck in my own way
Glated for the wormin’ but I’ll be on it, ok
A ain’t got to say this on, poppin’ on the first door
Early mornin’ like gun drove and everything done
(Verse
Cash I did it up, my niggas I can’t get enough
Won’t stop rockin’ til I’m sittin’ on pitty boxes
See me stuck and have it bangin’
Pitchin’ here and see the stalkers
See the box and see the flipper
Muther fucker say the buss
Big wip close and wip stove in slow motion, slow move
Old school, billy ocea, carry to be a queen
