in gas with the six-eight all day In and out with my pay I'm soon to count the bodies... [Verse Two: Tupac] So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like
Превод: Method Man. Got My Mind Made Up.
the knife in hand Blade to the throat, Oh, how I could kill a man You could never understand how my mind works The professional methods I use when I do
that? You critizie our method of how we make records You said, it wasn't art, so now we're gonna rip you apart Stop, check it out my man This is the
be shiesty, strictly drunk off the Irish whiskey [Chorus] [Verse Three: Method Man] Rest your headpiece on this one sun cough up a lung Sleeping on my
funky picture I portray and before I hit the court I made it my forte cause I got this, you can come and get this, cause my method is the most and I boast
old I realized there was a road At the end I would win lots of pots of gold Days, when I used to have my play clothes on I would make up my rhymes the
stop jokin, I ain't know that You from Hempstead? Yo man, my family from Hempstead, the Heights Man Yeah Word up, come on man Oh, what? Hundred Terrace
I got some real shit for niggas Never been defeated, niggas retreated Made the choice to be seated until my mission's completed Get loose, get loose, Method Man
forces We wave warm torches Through the trenches of the onslaughtness ge up we up next I'm anticipated post my plan is to stay behind my every line stated
torches Through the trenches of the onslaughtness G up, we up next, I'm an-ticipated Post my plan is to stand behind my ever line stated Delux, Aeon
I know I got a winner, so if you got a winner Ladies let me see your hands now, help me with this countdown Ten, so many reasons why I sleep with you Nine, mind and my
Borderline to insane, I rain firewater Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order I got my sword cross your throat you joke Verse Four: Method Man
you always got my back Korn for the love and the swappin' of the tracks My brother Cory D, my man Terry Date We brought it to the plate and you made
my throat I got my mind made up, come on Get in, get in too Let it ride, tonight's tha night I got my mind made up, come on Get in, get in too Let it
your mind Do you got what it takes to survive the city of the blind? Everyone follow and let your soul feel free Can you keep up or will you fall behind
gettin' money Ain't nothin' funny, green, got a nigga seein' things Why, hit the lye hope to God I can fly Lethal weapon I'm a savage, still a method to my