Method Man - Somebody Done f**ed Up lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] Yeah... one-two, one-two, it's Big M-E-F The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab, yo On my way the weedspot, haha, what's good? f** that, what's hood? Staten Island Advance Big up to my man Magic down in MIA, what up cuzo? [Chorus: Method Man] Knock-knock, who is it, ah sh**ted Hot peas and bu*ter, come and get it Somebody done f**ed up, now Meth spit it, I comes with it Quick to tell these critics, eat a did-ick Somebody done f**ed up, now Y'all done did it, done stepped in it Now run and tell them n***az who the realest Somebody done f**ed up, now Can you dig it, you'll never stop the kid up in the fitted Live with it, somebody done f**ed up [Method Man] Look, I'm cutting corners on these clowns, marijuana and pounds Found with Staten Island n***az that run up on you with rounds Take a drag, pa** it around, guess who back in your town And the crowd vict', with Officer Brown patting him down sh**'s thick, thick as harmony grits, cuz with some thugs Ain't no, harmony b**h, them n***az probably snitch Y'all be the judge, look what happened to Cocheese What happens when your co-d's is talking to police, you dig? Half a cig, let me f** with ya wig, although you loving the style They're ain't a pedophile could f** with the kid Now that I'm back up on my, feet, take it back to the streets In the GM with your BM, in the pa**enger seat Riding hood, by my hood, ain't no hike in the wood Life is good, it's so good, live it twice if I could Man, it's me, once again it's that Wu-Tang Crushing the sh** that you bring, you know how we do things [Chorus] [Method Man] Yo, pulling my shoes up, scuffing my Timbs, back to when? Puffing again, who stunting, cops f**ing with them Feeling the blow, goosebumping the skin, and on the scale Of nothing to ten, a ten, man, it's nothing to him See you can tell by how I'm clutching my pen, like Mae Weather touching her chin She stunting, going up in her friend Tell the label give me something to spin, and every light got a price You want a slice, but we ain't cutting you in Man, these fiends know my past work, held a monkey until they back hurt Money talking, wonder what that's worth And MCF, mean Cash First sh**, picture the kid On the beach in Hawaii, minus the gra** skirt Blast first, ask questions last Black herse, n***a, stretch yo a**, y'all n***az know what this is It's New Yitty, this ain't just a fad It's M-E-F, and I ain't Biggie, but I'm just as Bad, Boy [Chorus] [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, Big M-E-F, Staten Island Advance, motherf**ers Word up, don't ever count me out, just count me the f** in I'll be back for more...