Method Man - What The Blood Clot Lyrics
All I hear is gun shots. can I touch something?What the blood claat! niggaz want tical, make it happen.You know my *****in style, ***** the rappin,We can take it back to eighty-five if you wanna start actin like you liveIts all good. Im rollin with my clique,Owls, packwoods & phillies, smokin sess blunts, mixed with illyGot me bustin, now the whole world looks dusted,Im in the area with the skill that never rusted.For real, nigga, touch it & you burn, when will mother*****ers learnWhat be spreadin like a germ? ha ha, its meth, word.I be that early bird that got the worm & if you check itIm on point, like a fax machine you get the message.It be no question & them bust the second guessins,Keep your thoughts on your lessons. what the blood claat!To tell the truth, you dont amaze me. killa hill project,A star trek phaser couldnt phase me. what,Check the raderuckus ***** this,Smoke a dutchmaster, have em screamin for the duchessYeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stick my pieceIf I dont do it for mydelf, Im a do it for kase,cause thats my peoples, Im giving you injections that be lethalWeapon, when niggaz start the half steppin,Then I get evil. but dont let that negative vibe right thereMislead you, Im humble, a *****ing killer bee,Far from bumble. I sting you bzt and I bring youThirty-six chambers of head banger, *****,Why I deal with? I think the mic is on the fritz.Faggot soundmen! they be sabotagin shit!Look up in the sky, its a bird, its a plane...Methical, let the whole world know my *****in name.What the blood claat!