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Method Man True

[Meth] Jeeeez! Now right You know you dead wrong Yo know... Turn me up, turn me up Jab me with a fuckin' spoon You know you dead wrong For this one

're at the jam but in for a shock Stupid big line wrapped around the block Through the walls of the hall you could hear me rhyme Methodically you schemed

together to a tropical island my Man, Mahmoud is known for rilin' smiling, if he can still do it then i can they call you weasel, they say your methods

all the bullshit that i see so much i can't believe grown man just tryin' to be true to myself impossibly i may not ever get rich might wind up diggin

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

King Tut (yeah, yeah) Slippers, robes is minked up, under the doorag, bro (uh, yo, yo) My three dimensional fade is clean cut Method Man Man, ya niggas

missed Shit we all don't get a chance like this shit It's hard livin' homie more than music C and Neef Dog who you got us confused with True shit we '

like Sedan This is how ya enter the Wu-Tang Clan, yeah 36 Chambers, you're pu-tang man, word Brothers with a mic make a true slang thin, yeah Brother