Method Man - It Don't Stop lyrics

[Intro: Dubbed voice] Digital master [Method Man] Uh Oh like Lumidee, if Meth ain't that sh** by now, I'm soon to be When I choke hold mics, I don't give em room to breathe I'm just doin me, but b**h if you fine, I'll do you free By now if you don't know who it be, don't make me tell Just know I k**a Mike like that kid from ATL If you fail to plan, baby plan to fail Man my game ugly as that n***a Sam ??? I'm so funky, I can't even stand the smell Come on, life's a drag, roll it up and inhale Don't get comfy, I cramo your style like a monkey Even +Deemi+ needs +Moore+ than Ashton Kutcher to punk me My four five barks Just one shot is enough to clear the block like it's time for 106 & Park Staten Island dropping your a**, we mean business With guns that put a shot in your a** like free clinics [Hook 2X: Method Man & J. Wells] Everytime we drop the top it don't stop Everytime we pop the Glock it don't stop Everytime we rock the block it don't stop As long as the product good, they gon cop [J-Ro] It's the bar barbarian, big bu*t carrying Hittin urban areas from ??? to Maryland My Lincolm Navigate, my name on the plate My name is J-Ro, b*atch, get that sh** straight No time for those who hate, I'm too busy putting dinner on the plate And rocking old Chevys with the candy paint and gold flake Hail to the land of earthquakes and real n***as and fakes The 'Ro rocking with the Method, you might as well accept it My flow is so k**er it'll probably get arrested I'm bumpin Bob Marley, sippin hobbs and barley I'm old and dangerous like poisen calamari Don't f** with Likwit, but you didn't believe Now your a** in hot water just like a teaf leaf Everytime we drop the top, here comes the cops Everytime we rock your pop, the bottles pop [Hook 2X f/ KB I Mean ad-libs] [KB I Mean] I run through tracks like Maurice Green KB I Mean, more to life than the air you breathe Cheese, get a piece, I been part of the streets Sweet liquid, my n***as will chip part of your teeth Big beats like bloa, wow They call your boy the golden child, I flow for miles Cla**ic, better check my foul I'm not the one, been on the run, blow my lungs animal style I'm a wild son of a gun, sign of the times I'm the king, so the prince my son That's one, get punched like clocks and chumps Pop the trunk, watch me stunt, you flinch, get jumped I'm sick everyday of the month No cure for sure, I'm the n***a they want Spit raw, so everytime you bite my style Just remember that it was J-Ro, KB & Meth Tical, n***a [Hook 2X] [Outro: J. Wells] Shouts out to EP, Big Bonzi J. Wells, Liquid Entertainment, for all you haters Please turn your radios up as loud as they go