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    Father's Day

    Blackout! 2

    Method Man

    Ty Fyffe


    (Method Man *Redman*)

    I wanna deal, with a bigger asshole
    The streets, it's coming down hard
    We got to get our shit together
    We always had music, eating off the game
    Like you was never gon' run dry, that ain't no business
    *No other game is run so disorganized
    Look around you, every hood that's taking care of business
    Is together, dig it, tight?*

    (Method Man)

    I can't spend my life running away
    For what it's worth, how much dirt can I get done in a day?
    I got, clip in the AK *a blunt in the tray*
    I'm a beast *Fuck the police* N.W.A.
    Y'all play this game that the hustlers play
    And if you dress in the metrosexual way, then muthafucka, you gay
    Y'all can save this drama for Kay Slay, like who's fucking my chick
    Or writing books about sucking my dick
    Now I don't give a fuck what they say, cuz once I put on my cool
    They see my life and wanna put on my shoes
    Top of the world, ma, look at your dude
    I dig a chick with an attitude, but I don't let her cook up my food
    It's like these young niggas hugging the strip
    Who got the power to move bricks and buildings never loving the bitch
    Stripping with game, y'all can guzzle a sip, ain't nothing change
    My niggas is off the chain, and we don't muzzle the pit, a-ha

    Can I get a suuuuu?
    Ayo, this bounce right here for all my Wu-Tang muthafuckas in the house, tonight


    Soon as I, pick up my pen, I begin my flow
    I close my eyes then write rhymes in a Blackout mode
    My uzi, weigh over a ton, CD plays over
    I do my crime with baking soda, with no odor
    Pull out like boat motor streams, crack your shoulder wing
    Def Squad decoder ring, psychopath bordering
    My dogs shitting on your lawn, while you watering
    Pay the fine, audit him and shit on your lawn again
    D.O.C. get it, C.O.D., my hood
    P.O.P., nigga, N.J. deep, baby
    Jersey state of mind, Method Man, lock 'em in
    Y'all niggas give a fuck, punk, we the opposite, yup
    I hear you gossiping, cuz we on
    Just because I rock, don't mean I'm made of stone
    My bones is sturdy, I wake up to get it early
    When I bully the streets, my Co-D is Keith Murray
    In a hurry, back down, the boy roll with us
    This how it sound when them boys is transmitted
    Bricks to Staten Island, where babies turn into killers
    That's why my Cadillac bare more arms than caterpillars, let's get it

    Can I get a suuuuu?
    Ayo, this bounce right here for all my Wu-Tang muthafuckas in the house, tonight
    Last edited by beautifulcock; 02-11-2010 at 12:55 PM.

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