Self - The Show lyrics

[Intro: sample] "Wanna 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" [Intro: Method Man] 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 [Method Man] 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***as 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 cuz 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***as so broke, they couldn't spend a lovely even [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, that's it Yeah, Method Man has just left the muthaf**in' building