Method Man - The Meth Lab lyrics
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(Intro)
I give you 3 seconds to come out with your hands up
1, 2, this is my own private down saller,
That will not be a rap, motherfucker
(Verse)
Welcome to the Meth Lab, listen, it’s time to cook
Knock congestions of the peddy
Your bitch is ‘bout the book
Start the fire, I can tell what your thinkin’ just by a look
I’m a cook, like some fish in the barell I got a mug
Blame the method, your sanity good, go ahead and made it
But you a mad thing that live on the edge just need a push
I’ll just push up some part and got the cheese on the wag
If the snitch burnin’ wouldn’t need a piece on the fire
Now the kids mourning, I ain’t try push to the quire
Now the kids earning like the dealers that eh admire
Got that wip workin’ like a sacrificin’ the burge
Now that’s a burnin’, what I’m searchin’, you feelin’ that you could try
You can’t be not cook a batch like uuh
Half of these materials will need
Now you lookin’ at me like what’s the ____(?)
Somethin’ use the mulled body
You don’t have that look
(Talking)
Let’s talk about trust
I told you not to cook my recipe
And you went and did it anyway
Cuz I never said I wouldn’t cook it
Cuz it ain’t yours, it’s ours
Bitch!
(Verse)
Cookers in the kitchen, chemistry is the best
Recipe is specially the shit, I’m takin’ more bets
Pressure cookers, purke ‘em late like sheps
Meth labs
Skillers are waste, walls on ‘em debts, test grass
It’s the bust and general now
Front and sinner, what up?
Got the burners with the body on ‘em
Hangin’ the cuffs
Get us focus, slam it up in the trucks, eyes low
Rip it and toast, trick a finger play and close
Beat it some clay and some impeditive
We show ‘em and lie, you think it’s playin’ with this money
Funny y’all niggas die
They say it’s over when the fat get climb
Ratchets fly, hearin’ the shots
(Talking)
You think you can stop me from cookin’?
You cook whatever you like as long as this state beat all these niggas
Be runnin’ round in the street
Win every day
Don’t even think about usin’ my great A.
You should try stop me
Bitch!
(Verse)
I’m in the meth lab, with captain
Another concoction, decision, decisions is way in my options
But formula, hally the dick is habbit for me
Side of the fast life track me
The servant want it
I’ll write a prescription, this for meth abusin’
Regulate to dose and take for heavy uses
For generation I’ve been servin’ these rap things
Baby will be addicted to this lab thing
You know what I mean
Your recovery but you still use frequently
So back your court, hearing judge and show some leanness
Can’t escape a habit so you copy some new shit
Put your kids in your car sit and bumping that bullshit
In world wild supply the man, I got the up hand
Check my passport, low and support in formal lands
No commercial good step, roll and uncut
They got to break it down, that the game for the refill
(Outro)
What up man?
Ain’t no straight, got the shit, yeah
Get on this time
Always man, so I’mma leave it after you man
Show me what you got
