Method Man - Who Got My Back? lyrics

[Bad Mentalz] You look my all, but you jaw folks be forward We from the same zone, but you wanna cause war Then Bad Mentalz mold to make match things upon this mission So I drink the booze, so I block out all restriction Now I am prepared for these hazardous conditions So brothers will be scared, but in my past, there's no pissin' Genoese, I'm feelin' this, I'm illin' this, forever Forever, just out as long as these n***as ain't never pull my lever Figurin', rush triggerin' this n***a and, conditionin' of the mental slang You become legendary for the men you bury So I work with this, I just be merciless just like a mercy man Just comin' with a spark, perpetrated heart, damn if he do (Trends though he the rule) But let's begin to ruffle, Trends setter huddle No way that my neck'll buckle in the scuffle, yo let's shuffle Let's hook to the dome of a cut, yo, what's up Swagger as you stagger, I bust you like a neck flexed out And watch the wreck come trickle in Adrenaline, come any men, cause it's my temple that you ticklin' Mad rows, bad blows surfin' through the shadows That can't go, the test stress of your chest, your back blows This cover, this mother, this and another, because your back wasn't covered [Method Man] Me, nothin' I hate more than a fake and phony a** n***a In my square, prepare for the nation, if I slam, like my culture Old jet style and get bit by the vulture Scavenger, take anyone on the calendar In the back, you can be the champ, I'll be challenger From the underground, understand, I'm the underdog That one and all, some hungrier than ya'll Water down ba*tard, style's not long from the casket 36 Chambers of d**h, kid, to let it Now they goin', oh hey, except it Come here with the childish sh**, you get molested I got the anger of a slave man Usin' my change to bring pain, to the cave man Dig it, it's the, I ain't got no love for the n***a on the trigga With my name on a slug, now ask yourself [Chorus: Trends of Culture (Treach)] Who got my back, who got my back? (Naught got your back) Who got my back, who got my back? (Ill Town got your back) Who got my back, who got my back? (North Carolina got your back) Who got my back, who got my back? (Virginia got your back) [Treach] Blaow, cli-clao, cli-clao, how you like me now Blaow, cli-clao, cli-clao, guard your lips, funk that Who see my back, who be my back, who rockin' that? Who got my back, like that, a gat Looks like a pump, feels like a sneaker Even deeper a reaper ain't scared of a weaker creeper either It ain't no mystery, you played your history like a hoochie Now we see where Miss Goldberg is a Whoopie White face, black paint, didn't get me dancin' White men can't jump, and I bet you ten can't dance, son f** what you heard, just act like you listen Any mission caught dissin', listen, I'm pissin' on your system Then I'm playin' Mr. Split You, with your sister f** stick and move, b**h I'm slick, I stick and blister Then I sliver through your liver, quiver, shake an earthquake The style shaker, that make you wet the faker To tell 'em I'm yellin', cause I'm strapped, I'm mad at the world Drinkin' earl, heard shots, who got my back [Nastee] A mastermind takes dimes to create And if you're not experienced, you best contend with your own weak cla** Word to my granny's a**, my range is strange Enter, box ripper, to the center Here I am, so what, this n***a's style is what I throw a brick from the lip, when I'm in the cut Always representin', cause the men, done white Hittin' the uptown slick n***a, sh** through the night Cause I hate when other n***as list it, check this, kissed it Never had to diss it, call me swinger man I maintain my rap, get my dap and I step through the rubble Lookin' for trouble, muthaf**as here it is, grown in your biz I put your all in here, I'm sayin' flows for days Where the big boys be playin' Mad styles from mad files, see, Trend-men Wreck sh** from miles and mile and miles I dedicate my sk** to the sewers I dedicate my sk** to those who walk through the manure Forgot a, whose in the bu*ter, here we are Call us Trend-men, we come and make muthaf**in' masada Who got my back in the mist of the mayhem When I attack 'em, Brother Nast' out to slay 'em [Outro: Treach (Method Man) {Nastee}] Yeah, word up, peace out the gutter Who dat? D-Ski, Lord Champ, Trends State, Riker's Island All will, North County (Wow, Meth Tical, power cypher got my back The whole Shaolin Island got my back Yeah, even Long Island got my back, and I'm out) {Word up, word up, Brother Nast', Uptown Represent n***as, in Brooklyn, in Bronx, all ya'll n***as Get live with us, Trends of Culture, who got my back?}