Method Man

Cheka

Method Man


Redman 
Bricki-di-roaw! 
Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolo's 
Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44's 
Loadin' it up, packin' it back, ready to splash for real 
Spit flows out the gail, God tried to bail 
It's hectic, 45-6 gimme ya grips 
That's more dollars in them tongues in them go-go chicks 
Bitch I'm drunk, pumpin' slugs out of canon 
Shot ya after-party down with Meth and Red in 
Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, NO JOKE! 
And when I hit the pussy call me Daddy Long Strope 
Or Ana, I'm hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta 
Banana--Split, HOT TWO..SPIT! OOH SHIT! 
Spickin' ya rippin' ya four or ya funds 
I wet ya like a 141 watergunz 
Cocky like Rocky, got ya scared to death! 
So hold on ya bitches, cuz here come RED-METH! 

Chorus: 
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! 
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! 
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! 
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a 
Rememba these?! 
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?! 
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?! 
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?! 
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! 

Method Man: 
Okay the 'hey hey' baby, me and Doc about to blow 
My Saturday night's so special and they pointin' at yo nose 
Aiyyo, save the speculations and the rumours 
Comin' sooner then you think I knock a phat bitch outta blumors 
Givin' tumors, hardcore, givin' it to 'em raw 
Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I jap-a-jaw 
One-two, no ending or beginning to my cypher 
I'm winning, tell the news like Peter ? 
Depending on any givin' day I'm representin' 
The struggle, my great grand who lived thru the linchin' 
Oh yes ya'll, if you got the weed, who got the blunts? 
Take a guess ya'll, Kool-Aid bustin' thru the wall 
Mr.Meth ya'll, HAH-CHU, Comme t'elle a vous? 
I used to hawk chickens, now I'm maxin' with Badu 
I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton 
I'm swingin' a track from Staten, cuz that is where I'm from 

Chorus til the end