Method Man - Flowers lyrics

[Verse 1: Raekwon] See me in the club, got a gun on my leg Select paper and invade all the illest n***as tally up paid, yo Live Crew meeting, laying in the lab with robes of fly Mo We hold all n***as eating Racquetball gangsters, unleash the law straight up Colorful drawers, bad who*es on the weekend Eat it raw style like Flounder f**ing with mine or how we design my n***as might find ya Laying in the Tropics, big dick sh** on park The way his Clarks look, n***as on topics Moving out, coloured Durangos, picture me broke That's like picture rich n***as with the same coats Or rich n***as with the same coke [Verse 2: Method Man] You can catch us cruising, balling a ship, fully equipped On a StarTAC, calling a b**h, I'm what you get When that Absolut and Hennessy mix (Ultimate! Ultimate!) Wu sh**, my whole click (Ultimate! Ultimate!) Rub-a-dub, a** in the club, showing me love Saying Peace to the n***a that thug, I got the d** And the .38, snub-nose, striking a pose Baby girl spilled her drink on my clothes, the new Girbauds Louis Rich, Hot Nikks, n***a what's happening? Ain't sh**, holding my dick, smoking a clip, thanks for asking Mashing, the latest fashion Dance floor packed in, whites, blacks and latins All in together, together for worse or better Now I put it down whether it's Methy, Method, or Meth-Tical Rock, skate, roll, bounce I'm bound to wreck your body as they turn the party out [Verse 3: Raekwon] All magazines lay fly life we live The lingo was to let y'all n***as know how n***as rep I'm set lighting the Purple in a new Lex Trifling work, let's murder everything that move on the set [Bridge: All] I better pay Big Mama for using his lyrics [Verse 4: Superb] And my mouth stay dry cos I swallow the struggle I might connect you to a VCR after they plug you I'm not a gangster and I hate thugs too I'm just a n***a that paint a picture without a paintbrush too Without a paintbrush too [Verse 5: Ghostface k**ah] Bulletproof Wallets, 20 G kitchens sets made out of Korea Top Sear, gots to be a lots to see a rocks Knots we re'd up behind the stove asking how Maria popped Lea Cursed out Nia, burst out her purse With the gods you jeer from Star's Pizzeria Peace hate to be ya, especially when them shots ring off In slow motion when yo' head hit the meter You lost two liters, at the same case speeder Peter slid through shook 'em down for his reefer James chased Theresa with a hatchet on Easter Two murders in the hood, we call it double features Watch how I eat this, freak the best teacher After prayer with the preacher, I get skied in the bleachers And your girl, I might eat her I'm a lover, not a biter I still catch her for a pizza [Superb] You can be as good as the rest of 'em or as bad as the worst So don't hate me, you better move over yeah! [Outro: Ghostface k**ah] You f**ing idiots! Wallets motherf**er! All my sh** is bulletproof Bulletproof projects, bulletproof wallets R.A.G.U., you heard, you bird-a** n***as Y'all n***as ain't got a chance