Method Man - Yo lyrics

[Intro: Hanz On] Yo Yo, yo Yo [Verse 1: Hanz On] Yo, it's gettin' hotter, Barker in the flesh Yo, he get malicious with it, more or less Yo, he get suspicious, man, y'all know the rest Yo, hearts absent in these rapper's chest Yes, he is resilient if you go reflect Blessed, them goons holdin' but they on they best Yo, so when you see 'em better show respect It's Hanzarelli, had them grizzlies come and get you pressed Yo, you mother f**ers, y'all ain't actin' right Y'all n***as spendin' all the paper, y'all ain't trappin' right Ain't no other way to say it, sh** is black and white I have you on the train to Georgia like you're Gladys Knight Whoa, he the conductor, f**ers, pay the price He like a drunk trucker blowin' through the traffic lights Y'all like some blood s**as, busters in your blood type The shadow figure push the bu*ton, make y'all outta sight [Chorus] Yo, y'all know what type of time we on Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the sh**s whenever drummers on Yo, y'all know what type of time we on Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the sh**s whenever drummers on [Verse 2: Method Man] Yo, respect the jook, y'all ready know Yo, I'm burnin' kush, keep that Reggie though Yo, I'm talkin' bush, y'all so petty though You in the town, you can get around, no merry-go Whoa, boy, I shred 'em up, confetti throw I'm runnin' circles around your circle, who said he owe? Staten, welcome to the island, we ready, yo We Getty, yo, and we part Italians, SpaghettiOs Yo, I'm 'bout my fetti, that heavy dough Just let me blow, every forecast is heavy snow Burr, if Method freezin', I bet he froze Burr, one with every season, I bet he cold Forty below let the forty blow When I'm stealin' forty belows after forty years old, yow Not Metta World, but meta-flow And these are tests, try and catch the metaphor [Chorus] Yo, y'all know what type of time we on Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the sh**s whenever drummers on Yo, y'all know what type of time we on Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the sh**s whenever drummers on [Verse 3: Apocalipps] Hey, yo, the street is the only life I know Yo, I get it poppin' everywhere I go Since I was an embryo, I been that n***a, yo Shoutout to Wu like the episode from the Martin show Yo, walk with a Staten strut, burn a dutch I'm first on the frontline to hit 'em up Mr. Clutch when it's crunch time, I got the touch And I don't need a pat on the back, but thank you much Student of my culture, gun in my holster Blow some c**a, live it, la vida loca I'm a alpha dog, y'all n***as is an*log We digital, it's impossible to beat the gods It's logical, why would you go against the odds? It's possible, you could die for that sh** you blog Check my résumé, real n***a DNA Get it the ski-mask way 'til my dyin' day [Chorus] Yo, y'all know what type of time we on Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the sh**s whenever drummers on Yo, y'all know what type of time we on Yo, shinin' with no diamonds on Yo, them Staten boys hittin' hard and we always with the sh**s whenever drummers on