Method Man - Meth Vs. Chef lyrics

(feat. Raekwon the Chef) [Intro:] Duel, worthy of a general If you want to fight, fight with me! One to one! Man to man! Get ready to gel team! Live and direct from the one-six-ooh We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical! It's about to go on, Tical! You make the call, I make the call! It's all for all Method Man, Raekwon the Chef (count my shells) And there's about to be one left (count my shells, n***a) I know you know it'son kid (Bring that sh** I don't give a f**!) [bell rings] [Verse One: Method Man] Who lit that sh** it was I the chinky-eye Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle n***az thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught a bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening style, blowing up the spot like ballistic missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven tearing up the power-u, Me-Tical A bad motherf**ing buddah monk, what the f** hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front out the frame, hit the p**ycat for the pain of the dog sh**, nobody move run your garments A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat Wrap a power in a tec, to wet a n***a up, with all the dangerous diseases Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever f**er, I think it's bout time that you suffer Bobbin on my nob like an all day s**er [bell rings] b**h! Meth Vs. Chef (it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef (yo let's bring that sh** baby) Meth Vs. Chef (yo, yeah, one more time n***a) Meth Vs. Chef (callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your f**in a** to d**h [bell rings] [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef] I'm goin all out kid no turnbacks You could try to front, get smoked and that's that Lyric a**a**in, dressed in black buggin Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then I go to war in a conrete jungle, make the punt cause n***az act funny, and fumble But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly n***az stay strapped, armed to die Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session Bloodshot in that direction, cypher [bell rings] 'Tack you like chess moves best move Yo, yeah, yo The boards, your a** 'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings* 'Tack the boards like chess moves best move at Rae through, comin at your motherf**in crew Live direct, yeah you better step Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet Motivate, to the gate With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle Airwaves, yo behave Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way [bell rings three times] Ahh sh**! [Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth]