Method Man - Meth Vs. Chef Lyrics
Intro:Duel, worthy of a generalIf 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-oohWe 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 allMethod Man, Raekwon the Chef(count my shells)And there's about to be one left(count my shells, nigga)I know you know it'son kid(Bring that shit I don't give a *****!)*bell rings*Verse One: Method ManWho lit that shit it was I the chinky-eyeCheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isleniggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caughta bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich shortof a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickeningstyle, blowing up the spot like ballisticmissiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleventearing up the power-u, Me-TicalA bad mother*****ing buddah monk, what the *****hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the frontout the frame, hit the *****cat for the painof the dog shit, nobody move run your garmentsA rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweatWrap a power in a tec, to weta nigga up, with all the dangerous diseasesSniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever*****er, I think it's bout time that you sufferBobbin on my nob like an all day sucker*bell rings* *****!Meth Vs. Chef(it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef(yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef(yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef(callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your *****in ass to death*bell rings*Verse Two: Raekwon the ChefI'm goin all out kid no turnbacksYou could try to front, get smoked and that's thatLyric assassin, dressed in black bugginSixteen shots to your mug, from a slug thenI go to war in a conrete jungle, make the puntcause niggaz act funny, and fumbleBut I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta flyNiggaz stay strapped, armed to dieTime for jet-black Tim boot, flowinWha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troopNo question, cha-cha-BLOW in the sessionBloodshot in that direction, cypher*bell rings*'Tack you like chess moves best moveYo, yeah, yoThe boards, your ass'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings*'Tack the boards like chess moves best moveat Rae through, comin at your mother*****in crewLive direct, yeah you better stepGunshots ring on the set, let's jetMotivate, to the gateWith some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your IsleAirwaves, yo behaveNow you're a slave with the boots that paved the way*bell rings three times*Ahh shit!Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth
