Method Man - The Turn lyrics

(feat. Raekwon) "Everywhere I turn, I see, your face..." [Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, ya'll Yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo [Raekwon] And we the Gods, still tear the whole hood apart Darts that'll splatter through faces, taste n***az hearts I'm intellectual, plus professional And Walbaums to vegetables sh** is right here, like buyin' fly gear Dare any white man or fan n***a, ran through n***az Blew shotties in n***az lobbies, the grand RZA We left, the radio broke, I yoke my vocals, hittin' green smoke Allah Math', show me when the needle broke Numb the whole crowd up, stupid a** Loud fouled up Never knew what they had, now they proud of us Picture my vision, precision, lines jumpin' out of commission Divine got me, n***a, the boss, he pop me Rae, we gotta generate, lord, I feel the Ditech, the mildew Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little Wrap up the whole rap government [Method Man] Go head, ya'll floss wit it Walk wit, I slap your boss wit it Navy blue, New York fitted, I'm cold frost bitted Two puffs and off wit it You smell the herb, 'fore I lit the spots its forfeit it Blocks is hot, feel the shot from fourth/fifth it With no regard for your boulevard, just the sh** bag and bullet scar It's the Riddler, riddle me this, riddle me that Who the pretender? And who the door man that let them enter? The Wu-Tang, 36 Cham', what you smokin'? Got you in the game chokin', like Van Gundy coachin' Your street team, bunch of weaklings Don't ever let me catch your reachin' Respect when a grown man is speakin' Shh, keep on sleepin', and just like TLC, I keep on "creepin" The five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin' The heat seakin', missile official, that got issues Like Funk Doc got snot tissue, it's Hott Nikkels "Everywhere I turn, I see, your face, but you're never there" [Method Man] Shh... sh** ain't over.. Okay, now, same sh**, different day, grindin', gettin' paid Self at it, automatic, guns that spit and spray Gotta have it, a** grab it, time to slip and weight Godbody, House your Party, watch the Kid N Play Ya'll gon' make me go postal, up in this muthaf**a house Full of bloods**ers and hoes that love hustlers Roll that izza, pour me another kizza Bigga, to my n***a, so drunk they can't get up Shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes Let the herb spots run til the cops come, suppose I was just another stick in the mud, on a Saturday Thinkin', how I'mma get the fifth in the club See my crew thick, everyday I fights to prove it We comes undisputed, with batteries included Honey's "bee" like Meth, I be like what? They want some free cd's, I'm like "see these" nuts [Outro: Method Man] If ya'll muthaf**as gettin' high tonight, say all right, haha If ya'll muthaf**as gettin' drunk tonight, say all right, haha It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah, yeah, ok It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah..