Method Man - k**in' Fields lyrics

[News Lady] Good news Hip-Hoppers The big alert has been called off It turns out that the early reports were wrong, ALL wrong Now for that clan out there that had such a tough time gettin home Sorry bout that! I guess the only thing we can do, is play you a song Yeah, do that, uh-huh uh uh, UH Yes what what what, what what what, what? What what what, what what what, UH Yea yea yea (if you don't, lay back) Raider Ruckus (you catch a lazy jack) Carlton Fisk (Yaknahmean) Huh, one.. two.. (Shaolin What?) Shoes full of dirt, kickin sand on your works Something gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse Live in concert, kids comin out they shirts I'm hyped now, jumpin in the crowd feet first Meant it when i said it, lungs Bring the Pain son without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic needin help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickle Bust back, take em wit you Survival of the Fittest, and the world out to get us I feel it in my bones, I can feel it in my testosterone, when it's on Stat', bring it back, hard rap for you p**y-cat Cognac off the meat rack, where the p**y at? Johnny, got these n*ggaz mad at they mommy Jumping on my hard salami, say what you like In the Heat of the Night, I crash individuals Splash on the mic, air-tight with the lyrical [Chorus: Method] (n*gga run with it, have fun with it load your gun with it, and be done with it) Welcome to the k**in' Field, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger Boogie n*ggaz, goin thru changes [Method Man] It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend of herbs and spices on mic divices, murder men Make em mices, I recommend, somethin that's priceless For you rap hooligans, claimin you nicest Call it what you like kid, you can even call a psychic for all I care, still ain't got a prayer amongst the righteous, Blazini, cheat d**h like Houdini Word to bad bird that f*cked nerds in bikinis Ob-serve, lyrical flows you being served from the gizzard Pluckin your nerves with nouns and verbs From the ghettoes to the suburbs, I must be heard n*ggaz get what n*ggaz deserve You can put that on my Clan logo, Wu-Tang group for solo Bloody up my next promo With the blood of the next bozo, clown @ss n*ggaz be loco Puffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoa [Chorus] Yo yo, sh*t be hot in the kettlepot, Twisted Metal bust shots til the beef settle, forget me not City nights get a n*gga hyped, scar his life Send him back, now he Poltergeist, ghost! Tell him, who the number one rap most, huh? Verbal overdose leave him comatose, huh? The n*gga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickle Bust back and take em wit you, eye for eye Never lie, crossin my heart, hopin you die Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired I'm off the meat rack, quick to react, my n*ggaz need that They need gas, co*kin heat back, be out like Freejack The heat's on, you think one-eight, and Johnny's blamed Who that n*gga, burn biscuit and spit flame Leave no witness, in the fast lane with shady b*tches that only want me for my riches, I know your steez Terror Fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees from this ravenous, emcees be yappin Meth be the co-captain, on Def Jams that's closed captioned for hearing impaired, they get a share, now what's happenin? Money to share, that's why we're here and you actin like we can't eat, like y'all eat Now we scrappin, out in the street, I know your crew's hardheaded motherf*ckers and I'm just like you [Chorus] Welcome to the k**in' Field, with Johnny Dangerous Headbanger Boogie n*ggaz, goin thru changes [Method Man] I been in the ghetto all my life I swore to take that b*tch for better or for worse YouknowhatI'msayin, that's for life n*gga, y'know? Til d**h do us part...