Method Man - Show lyrics

"Want to see the world, ain't scared to do it Even if, your shocked by it Me and you, lost when you do it By myself, better off bein' you" Smoke cess n***a, smokin' that A.K Norther lights, yeah.. stick 'em! Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby doll Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I., better known as the crooked letter I Come on! Self service Y'all know me since '93, now let that weed burn Back in this b**h, cla** dismissed, it's the return Of the super s**m, game over, lose a turn Takes a germ to k** a germ, when will y'all k**as learn Your only as good as your last hit Soon as you put them automatics on safety that's it I calm them ba*tards, I call them ratchets Till you blasted, till y'all come ashes to ashes We make cla**ic, huh, bring you a rougher sound You either up or down, don't get that a** kicked Ya'll n***az f** around, y'all only tough around The crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that a** kicked What part of the game is this? I came to break bread, evidently y'all k**as came to b**h, n***a So, whose the whipped n***a, don't even trip, n***a Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullsh**ter I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk Then daddy might get him some tonight Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city To find out it'll cost you bout a buck fifty Across your face swiftly, my after taste sh**ty Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties And I ain't even got to say my name I got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick" You think it's all a game, like p**y all the same I'm speakin' toilet slang, not seakin' hall of fame It's raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dooky Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie That like to pop snoopy, think she gon' pop coochie Just 'cause you got Gucci, don't mean you not hoochie Girl, I tell it like a T-I-N Ain't no other kids eatin' till I feed my kids Trick, oh, you ain't crushin', sister, I can't do nothin' wit you My money's celebate, honey, and we ain't f**in' wit you I do it for the nookie, some say I'm too pushy Only thing better than p**y, that's some new p**y There that go, looky, it's gettin' ugly even With n***az so broke, they couldn't spend a lovely even Yeah, that's it Yeah, Method Man has just left the muthaf**in' building