Method Man - Rite lyrics

[Hook] (Beloved) My vision gettin' clearer I'm lookin' in the mirror I'm sayin' to myself “that's a fly n***a” Harlem is the city, got all my n***as with me You know that they get busy, “lets ride n***a” Dah, dah, daditty dah dee dah, daditty dah dee day You n***as know I'm hot “Rite” Dah, dah, daditty dah dee day, daditty dah dee day You tryin' to take my spot “Rite” [Verse 1: Redman] All my fans say f..ck you in they fan mail Cause I had they main girl on a hand-held I go to the store they try to pop my fan-belt Then I body 'em in the street like Cornbread Earl Boy I'm that thorough, I'm like a pitbull Windex in the pen to make it crystal 170 but in rap I'm a big dude So yeah, I got bars like a Gym Room Boy I'm that dirty So tell the rap Jury That tennis, The only way a n***a gon' serve me My black Mac Bernie, I even mat suri sh** I'm k**in' the Mic Like Conrad Murray Get ya weight up boy, you wan' hustle with it Even my protein bars got muscle in it Pop my trunk, Pop Yours nothin' in it I'm Cool so hol' up, Wait a minute Let's go [Hook] “lets ride n***a” Dah, dah, daditty dah dee dah, daditty dah dee day You n***as know I'm hot “Rite” Dah, dah, daditty dah dee day, daditty dah dee day You tryin' to take my spot “Rite” [Verse 2: Method Man] Lux I'm Loaded 'bout ready to spit a verse On hater's I unloaded be ready to get his hearse I'm bout to send him notice If Harlem don't get him first Send him down to unemployment cause homey gone get this work (rite) Hot Benz, every honey is top ten If she Hops in, then mo' than likely we not friends Look I'm locked in, Hit you like Skelly, your top spin First I pop, then I'm out like Pirelli's on stock rims Flyest in the game, still applyin' the pain Since Milk was Top Billin', and Lyte was ridin' the train These paper thin villains get scraped and thrown in the flame 85% of rappers is fake and so is they chain Now that's a no-brainer 36 in my Chamber Now a moment of silence I throw a L up for Banga Lyricist not a Singa Don't ever forget its Gangsta Ladies they get the thumbs up coppers they just get the finga (Beloved) [Hook] (Beloved) My vision gettin' clearer I'm lookin' in the mirror I'm sayin' to myself “that's a fly n***a” Harlem is the city, got all my n***as with me You know that they get busy, “lets ride n***a” Dah, dah, daditty dah dee dah, daditty dah dee day You n***as know I'm hot “Rite” Dah, dah, daditty dah dee day, daditty dah dee day You tryin' to take my spot “Rite”