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Everybody... huh, yeah

Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now, uh, yeah, yo

[Method Man]

What up my people equal?, this be Tical: The Prequel

Shine up the desert eagle, light up that extra lethal

I mean that "ooh wee", three years and two g's

I'm back with new trees, I wrapped in loose leafs

While ya'll was just rappin', who get the set crackin'?

Just like a neck snappin', let's get this next platinum

What's happ'n Def Jam? Remember Meth Man?

I held your hand through them years when ya'll was stressed, fam

That's why I still love you and Russell still hustle

Let's get to pumpin' iron, and flex some real muscle

Up in this bitch due, my click is Rick Rude

And I ain't got the ivory, this ain't the flick, dude

Somebody told me, ya'll can't hold me

Naughty By Nature, do my dirt all by my lonely

You need back off bitch, you don't know me

Got to leave these hoes alone, they too nosey

[Chorus: Method Man]

Meth is killin', M.C. killin'

What more can I say, stop grillin'

That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood

And since ya'll understood... would you?

Would you? Would you? Would you?

Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey

That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey

[Method Man]

Ok, the love issue, don't let that love get you

My brothers love pistol, doin' they thug dizzle

Bet ya'll ain't know, did you?, that I'm a pro, did you?

Until the flow hit you, fuck it, I'm official

Bone wit more gristle, thrown from chrome nickel

Place that don't tickle, can't wait to zone wit you

I'm hard as stone chisel, Meth got his own little

Formula to go triple -- for shizzle

Ya'll know my occupation, I'm puttin' in the work

So any imitation, I'm puttin' in the dirt

That shit is aggravatin', why ya'll procrastinatin'

I got some massive waitin', and she probably masturbatin'

Welcome to New Yitty, where half is two fifty

If I got a problem, then that's one problem too many

So don't tempt me, I'll bust until I'm empty

Swiftly, that way, I get the chance to take you with me, muthafucka!

[Chorus]

[Method Man]

Yo, I got style, H rap round, back up and back down

Act up, we back clown, last up to bat now

It's me Ticallion, swing like Barry Bonds

Mommy got a ratty thong, happy cuz daddy gone

Turn it up it a little bit, a notch, and it'll get

Cook it once the griddle gets so hot, good lookin' kid

Ok, now where was I? Prepared, was I

Your man broke his jaw tryin' to say what I

Say on this mic, not a day in your life, could ya

Say I ain't nice, could ya? If I ain't nice, would ya?

Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come her, she stuntin'

Can hear me "cummin'" like my dick's in her ear or somethin'

I put that on my momma, she put that on her kids

He put that chrome on your dome and blowed ya fuckin' wig

That's how it is, ask Bobby Dig'

We back on your block, with 'nuff shots to give, muthafucka!

[Chorus 2X]

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