- I Get My Thang In Action 歌詞 Method Man
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- Method Man
- {'Good wu tang martial expertTheres not many who can match up with him'}
Hell give you a heart condition
If you fuck around like that there
Tell you it aint no good for the bloodstream
You know god damn whatever and uhh
Its dumb and big, its dumb and big
Mira, Meth-
Tical comin through with the suu
Lie in cut for yall
Check it out
Niggaz wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freezein your tracks, a
Wu-Tang killer bees on ya back
I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack
You want it all?
Yeah I want it all like that
I stab my own moms in the back for a stack
Niggaz like, 'Damn, why you want it like that? '
Why is that?
Cause Im a dog, and
I got no love for the cat
Attitudes cold like the
North polar cap
Where I do my dirts a little further down the map is that so?
A little Buckwhylin
Island called
StatWhere niggaz carry gats in they
Black Moon hat
Now Im mad known for the bones and the rap
And youse an unknown with a faulty contract
Wake up and smell the
Met-chod motherfucker contact
Villain in the cypher from the foe when head crack
An Indian giver and
Im out to take it back
Shaolin Island, baby where you at?
A runaway train that be runnin on ya track
Thats how its goin down, yeah, its goin down like that
I gets my thang in action
To live, to love, to see, to learn
Yo! Tell em whats happenin
Whats happenin?
Ill tell yo ass whats happenin
Tell em whats happenin
Its goin on out here, brothers aint got no peers
And they smokin funny shuddup yo damn mouth!
I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
Spot ya twenty points and you still cant score
Nuttin cause you aint got no points in this game
Kid you frontin
Im home run hittin, you be buntin
Fresh out the toilet,
I got my shit together
When Im good,
Im good, when bad,
Im better
You want it?
Whatever Ill be the stormy weather
Rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather
Jacket, a nigga with a axe couldnt hack it
I spark em like a match
Coming back its the met chod, say it loud
Im the met-chod man clap yo hands, now check it
See me in the mix, rollin fat, bustin flicks
While my physical brother came through and got me lift
Niggaz, that
I walk by, give me the eye
The moment is fuckin me up, killin my high
Nigga get back, ya pussy cat,
Im fearsome
Basically that,
Im all of that, and then some
While I, was out on tour, goin berserk
I heard you was at the sandbox and kickin dirt
All on my name but you cant pull my file
You dont know me and you dont know my style
Comin out dere like dat dere,
YeaEven Grizzly
Adams couldnt bear
I taught the boy everything he know
Go on, you bad motherfuckers
See I told you that kid go back to that
DolemiteEverybody needs to love
DolemiteI love
Dolemite, you love
DolemiteHey, how you doin nigga,
I know you
Knowin I didnt when
I didMeth-tical shit,
I told the boy
If ya cant get yourself a ten
The least you can do is spark five twos
And we out, method yea
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