Hanz On - Rain All Day lyrics
(Verse 1 – Method Man) Hey. I swear I never change If I'm with you in the sunshine, I'm with when it rains I'll never switch, I'm still the same Get caught up in the mix, I never snitch or give up game I'm no squealer Police be trying to pick the k**ers brain Not familiar, that's why some brothers go against the grain I'm La Familia, I'm hands on But that don't mean the name I'm tryna fill ya My hands strong, i ain't trying to take your chain I'm trying to k** ya Orangutan, you monkeys tryna Hang like you're gorillas I give you Wu-Tang slash gilla The object in the mirror, Mac Miller My method is the illest slash illa I'm trying to get the guap, cash scrilla But whitey only see a crack dealer Michael Jack thriller, this is not The Walking Dead Rapper think he's Chalky White He get the white chalk instead Meth Lab, k**ing everything that's in the way Until the son say (Bridge) The Meth Lab dudes don't play (Verse 2 – Hanz On) Had these dude thinkin' damn, when it rains, it pours News flash, Meth back, whole Staten with him Couldn't come to terms, how they playing with this rap Don't be understanding all the substance that it lacks Gorilla out the traps, bout to flip Ten years gone probably saw him in the flicks Red tails Belly, motherf**er, was the sh** Rap coalition, meth lab, get em lit Yo it's crazy how these n***a's try and do it like we did it Careful if you copy end up money on your fitted Side line critics Hate the bully with the Wesson's I swear to god in heaven, don't get caught without your weapon Caught without your weapons, it get ugly in a second Sidearms hover like we bought ‘em from The Jetson's Meth lab, vocab, k** ‘em where they lay Got ‘em sittin' sayin' (Bridge) The Meth Lab dudes don't play (Verse 3 – Dro Pesci) I'm used to the rain, I don't see the sun too much Nocturnal hustler grinding, holding them d** too much Bench press my pen, on my fresh pad Just left the crack house, I'm headed to Meth's lab. The tech jab Cowards in their face when they scheming I bet cash Frown up on their face leave ‘em bleeding, who want's what? That's my attitude all day, You snooze, you lose, that's why I'm making moves all day The tool gonna spray I suggest you stay in your lane Staten n***as ain't playing, you get banged for your chain I bang with a gang, a poppin mind bangin up thangs Accurate aim, well-trained, angle and range Dismantle your frame, microphones blown into the flames Pesci the name, Professional, perfecting the game I'm wrecking these lanes Sharpshooter k**ing all day Had these haters say (Bridge) The Meth Lab dudes don't play