[sounds of fighting]
"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.
En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style."
"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!"
[Intro: Method (and others)]
From the tip top?
(Aiyyo aiyyo, what the f**'s up with light dude?)
Yup
One two (no doubt, no doubt)
One two one two
Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)
Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that sh** up)
Ah one two yo, check me out
[Chorus:]
What's that sh** that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical
Pa** it over here... tical... tical, tical
What's that sh** the n***az smokin? Tical... tical, tical
Pa** it over here... tical... tical, tical
[Verse One:]
Check it, I got styles, all of em sick
n***az ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks
I make em sh** about a pile, of bricks to show
He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe
That wanna flow, here it is, comin up sh**'s creek
I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep
and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty a**
In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas
It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky
Method Man on some sh**, n***az call me The Fly
Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles
Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll
get severe on the double I hara** it
I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble
Ya ba*tard, check the wicked flows that I crafted
Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered
By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it
[Chorus]
One two, uh, one two one two
One two, uh, one two one two
One two, uh, one two one two
Check it out
[Verse Two:]
What goes off? What goes on? The Meth sh**
that we got is to stay high, no question
Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin
When brothers start wettin everything in ya section
Move that, n***az came strapped, shoulda knew that
Do dat, p**y cat rap, boy, I'll screw that
To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up
To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up
Is there a f**in snake in my garden?
Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet
Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf
In a fu*kED UP situation, without no help
I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody
God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin n***as wigs
I be sprayin, brother with words
Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM
[Chorus]
One two uh, one two one two
One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your bu*t, yeah baby f**in with tical)
(yeah n***az better recognize... tical...)