Cee The Architek - The Meth Lab lyrics

[Intro] I'll give you three seconds to come out wit' your hands up, one, two This is my own private domicile I will not be hara**ed, motherf**er! [Verse 1: Method Man] Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by a look I'm a crook, like some fish in a barrel, I got 'em hooked Blame the Method, your sanity took, go 'head, admit it You a meth head that live on the edge, just need a push I'm your pusher, supplier, I'm back, the cheese on the wire If a snitch burnin', wouldn't even piss on the fire Now you kids learnin', I ain't tryin' to preach to the choir Now the kids earnin' like them dealers that he admire Got that whip workin' like I'm sacrificin' a virgin That's a burden, but I'm certain you're feelin' it, after you try You can't deny I cook a batch like, 'Woo' Hazardous material, you'd need a hazmat suit Now you lookin' at me like, 'What's a hazmat suit?' Somethin' used to move a body, you don't have that loop [Bridge 1] Let's talk about trust I told you not to cook my recipe And you went ahead and did it anyway Cause I never said I wouldn't cook it Cause it ain't yours, it's ours, b**h [Verse 2: Hanz On] Hookers in the kitchen, chemistry is the best recipe Especially this sh**, I'm takin' on bets Pressure cookers, percolate 'em like chefs Meth labs here to the West, wools on them gear trims gra**ed Mr. Barker, General, front and center (What up?) Got them burners wit' them bodies on them, have me in cuffs k**er's focused, slam it up in them trucks Eyes low, grippin' the toast, trigger finger, playin' it close You think it's a game? It's imperative, we show 'em we live These n***as playin' wit' this money, funny how n***as die They say it's over when the fat kid cry, ratchets fly here to the Chi' [Bridge 2] You think you can stop me from cookin'? You cook whatever you like, as long it's that B work These n***as be runnin' around in the street wit' everyday Don't even think about usin' my grade A You should try and stop me, b**h [Verse 3: Streetlife] I'm in the meth lab concoctin' another concoction Decisions, decisions, just weighin' my options The formula highly addictive, it's habit forming Side effects life-threatenin', the surgeon's warnin' I write a prescription just for meth abusers Regulate your dose intake for heavy users For generations, I been servin' these rap fiends Babies born addicted to the metric, know what I mean? You're recoverin', but you still use frequently So wet your court hearin', judge show some leniency Can't escape old habits, so you copy the new sh** Wit' your kids in your cars, see, pumpin' that Wu sh** We worldwide, supply and demand, I got the upper-hand Check my pa**port, global support Informant lands non-commercial goods, that raw and uncut That got them breakin' bad at the gate for the re-up [Outro: Method Man and Streetlife] What up, Street? Yo, what up, man? We gon' put some "Welcome to the meth lab" on there Man, you know, it's straight gutter sh**, n***a Yeah, you ready to get 'em this time? Yeah, always, man Alright, so I'm a leave it up to you Go 'head, show 'em what you got