Bring The Pain - Sound-A-Like As Made Famous By Method Man
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歌曲：Bring The Pain - Sound-A-Like As Made Famous By Method Man
专辑：Almost Hip Hop: Coco Jamboo
歌手： Various Artists
歌詞
Lemme tell you now
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental based on instrumental
Records hey so I can make monumental
Methods I'm not the king but n***az is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream check it
Just how deep can s**t get get deeper than your fists
An' brothers is mad pissed accept it
In your cross colors clothes you crossed over
Now ya totally crossed out an' Kriss Kross
Who da boss n***az get tossed to da side
An' I'm the dark side of the force of course
It's the Method Man from the Wu Tang Clan
I be hectic an' comin' for that headpiece protect it
F**k it two tears in a bucket
N***az want the ruckus So bust it at me son now bust it
Stylez I get buck wild Method Man on some s**t
F**kin' n***az foul son I'm sick
Insane crazy drivin' Miss Daisy
How the f**k am I Now I got mine I'm Swayze
Is it real son Lemme know it's real son
If it's really real son lemme know it's real
Load it up an' kill one load it up an' kill one
Load it up an' kill one if it's really real
When I was a little stereo I used to be the champion
I always wonder when I would be the number one
An' now you listen to me Darcon Darcon
An' all you n***az come an' test me
I'm gonna lick out your brains
Mothers wanna hang with the Meth bring the rope
'Cuz the only way you hang is by the neck
N***a pump off a set comin' through all your projects
Take it as a threat or better yet it is a promise
Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam s**t
You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it
An' it'll get even worse word to God it's the Wu
Comin' through takin' n***az 'fore they're gone
Gone gone gone gone gone
Movin' to your left
I came to represent an' carve my name within your chest
You can come test realize it's no contest son
I'm the gun who won that Old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor
Lovin' all those godd**n funky rhymes galore
Check it 'cuz I think not when it's hip hop like propa
Rhymes be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka
No O J no no straw
When you give it to me yeah give it to me raw I burn
Give it to me raw I burn chest hair
I don't need no chemical blow to pull no ho' no
All I need is chemical bank to pay her up
Is it real son Lemme know it's real son
If it's really real' son lemme know it's 1 2 3 4
Kill one f**k it up an' kill one
F**k it up an' kill one lemme know it's real
