Method Man - The Worst lyrics

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!! Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!! [Raekwon] Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major waves Tanktop Nautica, flippin your daughter thirty ways Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape, one time Play the mall, starin at your bird of all sunshine Watch my sh** shift, n***as in the back, wigs lift You know the stats God, don't even ask pa, back slit Raw drug raps, thug hats and mob hats, spit on that cat This yellow love n***a f**in with a rich cat My sh** bad, 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat plush Throwin down on thirty bricks, n***as is with that Though, federados locked my man yo, hit lotto Three-hundred thousand dollars in the bottle, b**h math is Heiml technique, rover in the robe, gold link You know the code 'Rique, suitcase money, stow heat Rock Navi's though, hundred dollar bags valet That n***a crabbed me, gamin himself, like Milton Bradley [Fredro Starr] Yo the semi-automatic Glock this, unlock this The weed spots get knocked, it's so hot chicks is topless Whips are spotless, chrome rims spend obnoxious You can't knock this, bust a shot you better not miss [X-1] X-1 wild out, and make you watch this 'til your eyes turn red with blotches, eatin scraps out the garbage Unload a cartridge, and bust a cap X could never trust a cat, Onyx is as hot as it gets b**hes f**in for free, is outta the quest' Blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest [Fredro Starr] I toss the heat from across the street Fly you up off your feet, you die livin soft and sweet Street crime, time is money, n***a don't waste mine Expose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time Lookin at d**h, holdin your breath, laid out On the dance floor, blood and Moet, I'm blowin your set Trick twenty G's, no sweat, your goin in debt I'm goin for broke, I'm blowin out smoke, you catch a stroke [X-1] Wu-Tang and Baldhedz, Swiss foreheads, leave you all red X-Milli-on, fully armed, illest beyond your realest form Bringin the storm, forseein you warned Nuttin keepin me calm but heat in my palm Sleep and you gone, you see what I'm on? Creepin outta the dark Scatter your parts from here to Battery Park [Hook] First things first man, you're {f**in} with the worst First things first man, you're {f**in} with the worst First things first man, you're {f**in} with the worst You can't slam, don't let me get fool on a man! [Suave aka Sonsee aka Sonny Seeza] Steel master, grab half the cash fast and bash And splash yo' cla**, mash your staff, WHAT?! n***a get smacked, you ain't worth a punch, hurt your bunch Get murked, you front in the wrong circle punk! Mack clever n***as dat regulate Catch you on the d-lo in Mecca and Etch-a-Sketch ya Shake and erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face Straighten your waist, twist you, and won't miss you Official Nast and k**a Bee, full blast, get off smash Pull fast for your stash Long as the war last, foot up in your a** Tryin to count more math, bring in the hardcore rap [k**a Sin] Yo; we be the mainstream Supreme rhyme top of the line cuisine fiends Number one love for thugs queens schemin on cream My whole team love, the E-cup bras and mobb cars k**a Sin known for makin n***as reach for the stars The terrorist lyricist in the midst of the abyss We cannabis evangelists, iron palms with metal fists Wu build, like construction and bang, like percussion All the Planet Battery packs combust and malfunction, what kid? [Hook] - repeat 2X [Sticky] Holy sh**!! Who the f** is dat? [Method] It's John John [Sticky] Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my back? [Method] I got your back cousin [Sticky] I got the mack-dozen [Method] And when them n***as start jumpin, bust back cousin [Sticky] Cause it's a new year, time for some new sh** Nowadays rappers dyin over music [Method] Dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto Singin songs for survival, duckin homicidal, you rivals [Sticky] Yeah yeah, Onyx/Wu-Tang, on tracks we g**n Chitty-bang-bang [Method] Chitty-chitty-bang-bang Hot Nix' spit flame, lava pump through my veins Caught in the zone, home on the range [Sticky] Aiyyo you rang on ferocious, atrocious We got that supercalifragalisticexpiala- [Method] - dope sh**! [Sticky] Eight ball in the corner pocket [Method] We snatch wallets off the white collared The Big Apple forever rotted Narcotics hunt the hard target, Hot Nix' [Sticky] SO WHAT THE BUMBACLOT?! [Method Man] Pop sh**, we do the knowledge To shark n***as, once bitten Major swingers heavy hittin Poly your kitten, throw up your mittens Stop b**hin, no slippin, no pot to piss in The meltin pot's boilin hot now in Hell's Kitchen [Sticky Fingaz] Yo, yo, Sticky Fingaz, one of the illest motherf**ers BELIEVE DAT!! My moms don't raise no s**ers I slap rappers, turn 'em into singers Touch somethin of mine and you'll have NINE fingaz! [Method] Enough said, let's paint this whole f**in town red [Sticky] And RIP .. they whole crew to a shred! [Sticky] I got cold blood [Method] I pull yo' plug [Sticky] I hold, bust [Method] Show no love [Sticky] I'm so bugged [Method] Shoot yo' home up [Sticky] And shoot up the whole club [Method] We throw slugs [Sticky Fingaz] You ain't no thug! I earned every God damn penny that I got Son I'm rollin shotgun in the convertible I wish a n***a W-W-W-WOULD Try to f**in jack me, I'll MURDER YOU!!! [Hook] Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!! Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang - ONYX!!