Method Man - Biscuits lyrics

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Method Man - Biscuits lyrics

[Intro:] What? What you want? Represent represent represent Yeah, represent, check it out check it out Yo mama don't wear no drawers! I saw her when she took them off! Standin on the welfare line, eatin swine Tryin to look fine, with her stank behind You can ask the b**h and she'll tell ya fast Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty a** [Verse One:] Are you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer? I even tell ya momma you ain't sh**, motherf**er Bring it, and let that k**er bee kid sting it And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it Get lost, I break you off something I'm pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and You was nothin Bet ya thought ya f**in clan had ya f**in back but they was frontin Smokin dirt blunts and f**in nasty stunts and Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin Get ya ship sunken, f**in with a drunken Master disaster at enemy rap functions [Interlude:] Huh, just an echo Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back Sweet memories of you And you can even ask your crew Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty a** [Verse Two:] Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man? You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya 36 chambers, be out, youze in danger Let me pull ya brain outcha a** with a hanger Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler Just recline, keep the Meth in mind I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time What? And I'll be more than glad to bust that a** All up and down the block, the street, the isle Whatever, smokin on a Spike Lee joint Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin n***az get the point Cause they coul never, stop the veteran, word to God When I'm severin the HEAD of a mental vegetarian The Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of credit The cuties I desire, I be the first to set it off, flame on like the Human Torch Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store You can eat it all and it'll tell ya fast Meth-Tical got STYLE for ya nasty a** [Outro:] 94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize Wu-Tang k**er bee The RZA and the Method MZA Raider Ruckus, where you at?