Method Man - Tical Lyrics
Youve been lucky... I wish I got you last time.En garde, Ill let you try my wu-tang style.Id like to try your wu-tang style, lets begin then!Intro: method (and others)From the tip top?(aiyyo aiyyo, what the *****s up with light dude? )YupOne two (no doubt, no doubt)One two one twoYo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon be up in that)Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)Ah one two yo, check me outChorus:Whats that shit that they be smokin? tical... tical, ticalPass it over here... tical... tical, ticalWhats that shit the niggaz smokin? tical... tical, ticalPass it over here... tical... tical, ticalVerse one:Check it, I got styles, all of em sickNiggaz aint fit to walk a mile in the dead mans kicksI make em shit about a pile, of bricks to showHe aint nuttin but another, a lone john doeThat wanna flow, here it is, comin up shits creekI come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleepAnd ima grow, like a rash on ya nasty assIn a whip, with no breaks and Im hittin the gasIts a bird, its a plane, take a look in the skyMethod man on some shit, niggaz call me the flyCause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstylesMake ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet illGet severe on the double I harass itI dont look for trouble, Im already troubleYa bastard, check the wicked flows that I craftedOpen up a deadly venom style to be masteredBy a psychopathic, way beyond an averageJoe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have itChorusOne two, uh, one two one twoOne two, uh, one two one twoOne two, uh, one two one twoCheck it outVerse two:What goes off? what goes on? the meth shitThat we got is to stay high, no questionLethal weapon, aint no time for half steppinWhen brothers start wettin everything in ya sectionMove that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew thatDo dat, ***** cat rap, boy, Ill screw thatTo up, from the flow up, dont even show upTo the battle, I heard you rattle now hold upIs there a *****in snake in my garden?Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feetPardon yo delf, before ya find yo delfIn a *****ed up situation, without no helpIm not playin, cause I dont play with nobodyGod damn kid, know what Im sayin, Im peelin niggas wigsI be sprayin, brother with wordsCause I got a spit praaa-blemChorusOne two uh, one two one twoOne two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby *****in with tical)(yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)
