Method Man - Say What (feat. Missy Elliott & P. Diddy) Lyrics
f/ Missy Elliott, P. Diddy[Intro: Missy Elliott (Method Man)]Yeah!This-this-this-thisThis is an exclusive (let's go)Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right)And they test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let's go)[Method Man]Yo, uh, come on, come on, nowBig Meth attack soon as the track come on nowZone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)And by one, I'm gettin' thrown outMami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze JohnnyLike Gwen Stafani, you know there's No DoubtI'm trill, sick with it, it's like illThat's the only way to explain these mic skillsOn Homicide Hill, anybody asks is realThe more steel, the more bodybags to fillCan I get, hit of that hydro, niggaI tried to quit puffin' before, but I'm no quitterIf honey show me her buns, I'll show her my onesIf the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'mma cumWant some, take some, I get it crunkSpeak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps[Chorus: Missy Elliott w/ P. Diddy doing ad-libs]When they play this in the club (say what?)Go and tell that nigga, bump that (say what?)Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (say what?)Ya'll don't really really want that (say what?)And for whatever mutha*****a, don't like it (say what?)Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?)Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?)Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?)[Method Man]You wanna front, what? Step up and get buckedAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luckYa'll got me effed up, over tracks overreactOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me backI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacksWhen I ***** back like Busta Bust and make 'em clapHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwindsWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriendsGot to get it, and when I'm goneYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' homeI'm poison, see my skull and crossbonesGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stonesAnd I got drugs in my system, we thugs in the systemThat put slugs in victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threatAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest[Chorus][Method Man]Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chainI guess that should explain why I given the dope nameAin't nothin' free, everything got a feeHow the ***** you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?I'ma grown man, so I do grown man thingsWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy MercedesI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGradyIt's all good, everything I spit, all hoodAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll wouldWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huhWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's doneAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool JFor the right CREAM, the'll do anything you sayShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icingMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream[Chorus][Outro: P. Diddy]Let's work... come onDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad BoyHitmen baby, let's work, come onLet's work, come on, yeahUh, let's work... aiyo pass that niggaJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah
