Method Man - The Purple Tape lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Hey, lace your boots up, tracks get looped up

The chocolate deluxe gets scooped up

All my pigeons is cooped up, wu’s up, wu’s up

If you ain’t with us, chuck a duce up, and let us do us

Break a promise but not my group up

Veterans is dyin and used up

Let’s see if they can hang, i’m already tying the noose up

I’m too hot, if you not, get you stuffed

Get you touched and get you shot or you cut

Young buck i’m just tryin to toughen you up

Can’t let you hustle with us, ya ain’t struggled enough

Ya’ll been cuddled too much, maybe mothered too much

So the burner givin out loans here is a couple of bucks

Had a couple of scuffs, i ain’t sayin i’m perfect

I ain’t cursin on the rhyme but i wrote it in cursive

Quote the verses, boy i flow with a purpose

Get that prometh and a soda, come with the purchase

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Who is that up in the buildin?

Hashtag we still win

Raekwon no relation to chef tho, but still trend

My young’un tell em it’s them

Wu-Tang is for the children

They buggin, tell em again

Wu-Tang is for the children

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Lab with the pole, slide down

I’m in the basement countin faces

Drunk on the slouch, count the spaceships

Jewelry to my knee caps, breathe stacks whores & sleestaks

HSBC see me gettin G-packs, herringbones mad stones in em’

The voice is olive green, three doors I’m on bring my goons home

Puma’s on, points like unicorns, fumin in uniforms

What you wanna do with me, just sue me homes

Yea Half Mike half Nike, handle got grip

Got monkey’s out here ready to flip

We pull a stunt, grab knots, push cops, just for vengeance

For killing that real shit independence, far glowin like blonde hair

Probably be the way we be rollin, let’s cash a check y’all bring the broads here

Until the sun burns out, ain’t nobody eatin’, we on your block now

Glock up or call the precinct

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Deck performin on the track, call him Jeff Gordon

I’m still buzzin this is Hennessey the next mornin

The upset talkin, I’m yes yallin for checks

Bossin’ the set, you acting like my ex callin

Ain’t that a bitch, not the five or the six

I rock seven on my back that’s Kaepernick

I dazzle like a magic trick, fabulous swordsmen

Sort of like abortion i ain’t havin it, S I ready for action

Heavily cashin, we set for whatever, what’s happenin’

Cold like the weather in Aspen, flow everlastin’

Four five, six, your head is crackin’, just a fifth of E&J and a eighth of green

No promethazine but I make em lean

I’m runnin with the real ya’ll chasin dreams

While the crowd go wild for their favorite team

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