Mathematics - Mef vs. Chef 2 lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, blow my nose for me, man Word up, man (f** them) [Raekwon] Spit in your mouth, piss on your b**h We them wrist getters, everything real bout this, duke You f**ing with them n***as that's splashed up, slave master's master Dumb move, blast your s*ut We want it all, living in Persia, burn something Snow White rose, bulldog ershkama Yo take that, drive that around the corner [Method Man] Yeah, sh** on your crew, n***a, it's Wu Rap athletes, the trap sheet bigger than you If you ask me, the Cash Rule n***a, eat that p**y, you cat food I sneeze on the track, get at you I'm sick in the head, I'm getting some head If she ain't bout getting some bread, don't get in this bed Real talk, mami, you gotta bounce [Raekwon] Wild like Indians, Al Capone-ians Not from Chicago, my gun named Margo It's only when we in beef, we humble in deep Might k** four-five n***as, die in my sleep I argue though, who the best, we hardly know I came through in the S, wash me, yo Yo, yo, do that for me, go around that car [Method Man] n***as, digging they nose, and digging they a** When I got chips, can't none of ya'll dig in my bag I pop sh**, my k**as is black, I got chicks that got chicks My real world realer than rap I'm hot, b**h, material, Meth, beyond lyrical Wake up every morning eat that Captain Crunch cereal That's that sh** right there [Raekwon] Dick game super, grupa fish, Cris' Krug' lottos I'mma bring it back, one wish Fresh to d**h, I'm always, always Rae in the hallways Yeah, always stay Ya'll rappers gon' feel my pain, but the other way around When it's going down, I'm gon' rain That's my chair, n***a, get the f** out of it [Method Man] Yo, f** you, pay me, if Dirt Dog could see me now He'd probably say "f** you, pay me" Blowing smoke clouds, sh**'s crazy Doorag your dome, get wavy, rap ain't done sh** for me lately It's a** backwards, this game trynna play me I bet this never happens to Jay-Z Get money, f** them haters, real talk [Raekwon] Pay me, play me, weigh he, just the right measurement This may happen in a day, G I'mma keep it real, for real G's, n***as is lame Industry pussies, we can't feel these Regardless that I'm paid in flossy, rich in the mind I do this for the nine n***as who forced me Ya'll n***as is playing me, man