Pascal Zumaqué - Water lyrics

[Verse 1: Method Man] Ridin' dirty, got a Ruger in your lap Black suit, 7:30, couple shooters from the trap They done k**ed the homie brother What you s'posed to do with that? Who gon tell his baby mother that her dude ain't coming back? That kind of pain is hard to put into a rap The block is hot and can't nobody move a pack When you shooting on-site, you aim the Ruger at his naps Cut his tongue, hog-tie him, things we usually do to rats What? Who ga**ed you up and threw a match? Don't want police to line you up and you a match Fool them clowns into thinking you a snack Brought a gun to wash it down and you can drink it through the tap That's my reaction, now react Now try to picture Malcolm X without the strap If Meth Man could navigate the globe without a map I could beat the p**y up without a scratch [Chorus] (x2) Time ticking teams quick to get ya I'm trying to bury about a trillion Meth's Lab b**h catch us on ya And when we coming, we be flowing likes it's water [Verse 2: Chedda Bang] I'm so ignorant, spend it before I make it Pour salt on my food before I taste it Pour salt in your wounds, right in the basement All of us, statement, one vision, rich dreams Couple scars, I heal quicker than Wolverine Population, pink slips, quarter greens Hood millionaires hide when the wolves out Move with security, hold tight to your j**elry Uh – that's my reaction, now react Once your hood pa** revoked, you never get it back Benzes, Bentleys, nah n***a don't tempt me Trust I got it on me, I'mma squeeze till it's empty Lord forgive me, I need that new 550 With the c**aine seats, I'm so street And when the police came, we don't speak From my hood to your hood, ain't nothing sweet [Chorus] (x2) Time ticking teams quick to get ya I'm trying to bury about a trillion Meth's Lab b**h catch us on ya And when we coming, we be flowing likes it's water