[Intro]
I'll give you three seconds to come out wit' your hands up, one, two
This is my own private domicile
I will not be hara**ed, motherf**er!
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by a look
I'm a crook, like some fish in a barrel, I got 'em hooked
Blame the Method, your sanity took, go 'head, admit it
You a meth head that live on the edge, just need a push
I'm your pusher, supplier, I'm back, the cheese on the wire
If a snitch burnin', wouldn't even piss on the fire
Now you kids learnin', I ain't tryin' to preach to the choir
Now the kids earnin' like them dealers that he admire
Got that whip workin' like I'm sacrificin' a virgin
That's a burden, but I'm certain you're feelin' it, after you try
You can't deny I cook a batch like, 'Woo'
Hazardous material, you'd need a hazmat suit
Now you lookin' at me like, 'What's a hazmat suit?'
Somethin' used to move a body, you don't have that loop
[Bridge 1]
Let's talk about trust
I told you not to cook my recipe
And you went ahead and did it anyway
Cause I never said I wouldn't cook it
Cause it ain't yours, it's ours, b**h
[Verse 2: Hanz On]
Hookers in the kitchen, chemistry is the best recipe
Especially this sh**, I'm takin' on bets
Pressure cookers, percolate 'em like chefs
Meth labs here to the West, wools on them gear trims gra**ed
Mr. Barker, General, front and center (What up?)
Got them burners wit' them bodies on them, have me in cuffs
k**er's focused, slam it up in them trucks
Eyes low, grippin' the toast, trigger finger, playin' it close
You think it's a game? It's imperative, we show 'em we live
These n***as playin' wit' this money, funny how n***as die
They say it's over when the fat kid cry, ratchets fly here to the Chi'
[Bridge 2]
You think you can stop me from cookin'?
You cook whatever you like, as long it's that B work
These n***as be runnin' around in the street wit' everyday
Don't even think about usin' my grade A
You should try and stop me, b**h
[Verse 3: Streetlife]
I'm in the meth lab concoctin' another concoction
Decisions, decisions, just weighin' my options
The formula highly addictive, it's habit forming
Side effects life-threatenin', the surgeon's warnin'
I write a prescription just for meth abusers
Regulate your dose intake for heavy users
For generations, I been servin' these rap fiends
Babies born addicted to the metric, know what I mean?
You're recoverin', but you still use frequently
So wet your court hearin', judge show some leniency
Can't escape old habits, so you copy the new sh**
Wit' your kids in your cars, see, pumpin' that Wu sh**
We worldwide, supply and demand, I got the upper-hand
Check my pa**port, global support
Informant lands non-commercial goods, that raw and uncut
That got them breakin' bad at the gate for the re-up
[Outro: Method Man and Streetlife]
What up, Street?
Yo, what up, man?
We gon' put some "Welcome to the meth lab" on there
Man, you know, it's straight gutter sh**, n***a
Yeah, you ready to get 'em this time?
Yeah, always, man
Alright, so I'm a leave it up to you
Go 'head, show 'em what you got