Method Man - Who I'm Iz lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] You know it, just like before, muthaf**a It ain't never went no where, we still drink forties Still got n***as that'll whip that a** for me, come on The real way... yeah... another Rockwilder joint Up in your muthaf**in' mouth, n***a... Come on... put my f**ing dicks in they mouth I ain't playing with ya'll n***as, come on, come on Come on, God damn, hit with the... with my what? God damn, with the what? Huh, muthaf**a, mutha -- yo, yo [Method Man] I'm anti-everything, ya'll n***as is for Eat up everything on my plate, then eat yours Ain't got no table manners, I disrespect the law Off that 99 bananas, disconnect a jaw Throw your muthaf**ing hands up, never comb my hair Never pull my pants up, I keep it cracking For the whole borough of Staten Got to keep it ugly bloody and a terry napkin Catch me on the 14th of February, actng Like I got no love for this whole world, smashing Anybody asking, no questions, and answer Pop another ecst' for the extravaganza Bong bong, can't nobody f** around with John John Take you rappers on and your man with them pom-pom From Vietnam, from the phenom, forever mo', back like before You see my Clan, see my M.O [Hook: Method Man] Who I'm is, at your crib, with his bad a** kids Who I'm is, f** ya'll nigs, we get down like this Who I'm is, the phenom, them n***as can't live Who I'm is, we ain't got sh**, something got to give Watch ya step, kid (huh), watch ya step, kid (muthaf**a) Watch ya step, kid, watch ya step, kid (come on) Watch ya step, kid (yeah yeah), watch ya step, kid (yo yo) Watch ya step, kid, watch ya step, kid (cook a bag of 'dro) [Method Man] My middle name Mud, dirty water flow Leave a ring around the tub, grimy mothaf** Kid, I don't give a what, if you feel like I feel Throw that third finger up to the sky like such Follow this, funky like some staircase piss Take a wish, breeze you when your track run sniff Off the snow, that's the only way I can grow We them kids in the back, yelling "wack", at the show Looky here, I'm steppin' to the game, like it's my rookie year Home court advantage, two blunts, one beer Beware, I'm from a place, where They pop for that CREAM and that bling bling, yeah Jimmy Crack Corn and I don't mothaf**ing care So react like I'm strapped, keep your hands in the air Pain is the game, and it's full contact I ain't got to say my name, let the whole world ask [Hook] [Method Man] Ayo, Rockwilder, this beat is off the dog collar Hit Ja Rule at E-46, tell him to holla At your n***a, murderous flow that I deliver Consider this M.C.'s last chance to reconsider Their future, cuz ain't no future in fronting My crew need something cuz we ain't used to nothing The hardest M.C.'s rock the hardest production Dick stay hard all day like when we f**ing Meth with the F.C., my disk's in the decks Like the clip in the tech, and we risking your neck If you fixing to flex, come in, pour out some liquor For your dead homey, ya'll still acting like ya'll know me [Hook]