Method Man - Buck 50's & Bullet Wounds lyrics

[Verse 1: Havoc] I got a bird's eye view, like bird and swine flu I'm sick with it, no cure for sh** that I do Heavy handed when I jotted down a lyric You ain't half what Havoc is, or anything near it I'm a ticking timebomb, that sit in your mind palm The blicky, your mind palm, no planet, we improv You n***as p**y wearing feelings on your sleeve though Go k** yourself, your shorty out here giving deep throat The winner team is over here, check the point spread Our ball first, give a f** what the coin said They try to zoo us, keep it from the shakers, movers Cause we animals, the valuables, there be a lotta to us Quick, out with the old, my n***a I be on some newer sh** Whoever got the coolest wrist, add 'em to the list You be donating for the cause Why you asking why n***a, do it just because Never let a good jux go to waste, they see it's about face The memories of the sound the fore pound make For years through the music, I took 'em a foul place Life through my lens and how it would be without cake [Yeah] buck 50 and bullet wounds Nothing left to live for so we couldn't lose Bubblin' with aga, had it poppin' off Gunpowder residue on the cotton cloth Lay laws on us yeah but we still wild And never seasonal my n***a, this was year round The blood runnin' through our veins Got us locked up in this cell Shacked up with the ball and chain [Bang!] [Verse 2: Method Man] The more herb I blew, the higher the IQ Just trying to live, please forgive the evil I do From W, the double crossing my crew Dos Equis, my x2, get it, that's times two I be spittin' raw dawg, the sticky in my paws Southpaw, k** ya spirit, I get it from my Pa We outlaws, we live it, no liquor in my bars Drive 'em crazy in the streets, no different in my cong It's nada, I brought you change, no Obama Like four quarters, some rappers change for a dollar It's all aura, I do my thing you ain't gotta Stop lying like Mufasa, I'm no Hakuna Matata Boy, bullet holes in the lobby door If you thinking that i'm a problem, I'm probably yours Back with the brown, I got 'em leaning like Bobby jaw Might catch a body and drop it off in somebody's drawer [Outro] Yeah Wu-Tang! Mobb Deep! 20 years plus in the game! Yeah Alchemist I love you kid!