's Chris, if I lose, so I choose To keep it seeing red like Crips and Pirus How he the guy who rise to high school Schooled at Cooley High who's highs
Young Zee got bitches fightin over dick [Redman] Get ya up and get ya high Funk Doc got bitches fightin over dick [Method Man] Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth
ball outta control In your rhyme, then see you in person without a dime But I'm global, with Reggie Noble man blazin' Dive in a crowd like Method Man
[Intro: sample (Method Man)] "Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah) [Method Man] It's Meth, back on that old shit Pick my ho's with the same finger I pick my nose
[Method Man] It's the Meth in the house! Ha, yeah, break it down. [Xzibit] When it's all said in done, we gon' be on top Cause we don't stop, now,
murda, man? Curved off the Hurricane, hurled again Witness we'll bein' off two-fifths equal Killing people like Jason, facin' death every sequel (Insane in the membrane) Bring the pain like Method
feelin' me For the simple fact that I'm off to the track with hella fools B Pockets empty, pitchin' five, man I'm dusted Took off my hat, passed it around, man
High ranks to be exact, I bring it back How you want it, from the stove or the microwave? How you want it, high yellow or light brown Or feel that Method
time I hit the weed I was young Coughing up a lung, high strung, back in '81 Going to school, hitting the buddha behind the bleachers Coming to class high
em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low If I hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high And you hit 'em low, hit
go In the land before time, a land before altar boys Synagogues and shrines, man was in his prime look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme the method
bulletproof glass You need a Wu pass, a bag of that high Easy with the flicks, baby, I'm camera shy [Hook: Method Man (George Clinton)] Get that money
and the nights to sex my queen So no matter how hard it seems, dreams come true Keep Allah in our hearts, hugs and kisses, Toney Starks [Chorus] [Method Man