SINGER: Method Man texas

SONG:Say What You Want

[verse 1]
Method man
As i walk in the shadow of death
16 men on a dead man’s chest
Your host this eve
Mister h-o-t
N-i-x ya get splashed with the tec’
No body go till the god say so
You got a second m-o
To run for the dough
Before i blow back off the math contact
You didn’t know stack coz you down like that
Chorus (sharleen spitteri):
And when ah get that feelin’
I can no longer slide
I can no longer run, oh no no
And when i get that feelin’
Ah can no longer hide
For there’s no longer fall, i don’t know
(meth)all day every day
Yeah, you can say what you want
But it won’t change my mind
I’ll feel the same
About you
And you can tell me your reasons
But it won’t change my feelings
I’ll feel the same about you
[verse 2]

(meth)
See my pinky
See my thumb
See that kid with the pump-shot-gun
Mister mef, hold the fort most def
Cats is dead wrong
Song’s too long
Mister-big mouth, could that be tra’
You need to dish out your style
No doubt
Shaolin strut through the shaolin slum
Rum-pum-pum on ma shaolin drum
Chorus
[verse 3]
Sharleen
I’ve said good night
Tried to sleep tight
Meth
One time for you crooked ass
Two time for your crooked ass
Sharleen
I just dream of being
Go close your eyes coz i’ve closed mine
Meth
Three time for your crooked ass, wuh
Four time for your crooked ass
Ahhhh, will you dream of me
Yeahhhh
Chorus 2x
Momma used to say be a ladies man, yuh yuh yuh
All day, every day
If you slip up get up what up when you step up to challenge
Staten island, in the balance
What up, you smilin’
You better check yo’ cal-en-der
For the methtical slug, uh uh
Repeat chorus
John john blazini
All day every day, with the souffle’
All you cats got to react, to jump back
kiss yourself, ‘fore you get smacked
By the my appa-ra-tus comin’ through with the stat-us
Connect-in’, lethal weapon, lethal injection
Visual unseen, like gene
When i had men, i’m unforgiven
Locked in prison, in the wu-tang dirty dungeon
You should come into my 12 bar dirty dozen
Love you to death now, kiss of death
Every body wants to do what they gotta do, to breath, try to eat
Your minds on the rhymin’, dancin’, runnin’ in money
They get dope biz, step in the square, cats ‘n’ clan over here
Playas’
Yeah, an’ it’s all g-o-nee
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