Wu-tang Clan - The What lyrics

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Wu-tang Clan - The What lyrics

[Produced by Easy Mo Bee] [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] I used to get feels on a b**h Now I throw shields on the dick, to stop me from that HIV sh** And n***as know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playing the villain, prepare for this rap k**ing Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out Like Arnold and that, what you talkin' bout Willis The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes b**hes I like em brainless, guns I like em stainless steel I want the f**ing Fortune like the Wheel I squeeze Gats till my clips is empty Don't tempt M.E {Meth}...T-H-O-D Man, here I am You don't want to f** with the me [Verse 2: Method Man] I'll be damned if this ain't some sh** Come to spread the bu*ter lyrics over harmony grit It's the low k**er d**h trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja Coming where you rest at, surrender Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender Looking cold-booty like your p**y in December n***a stop b**hing, bu*ton up your lip and From Method all you getting is a can of a**-whipping Hey, I'll be kicking, you son, you doing all the yapping Acting as if it can't happen Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something Yo I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something So what you want n***a, you won't n***a I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger It's real, '94 rugged-raw Kicking down your goddamn door (And it goes a little something like this) [Hook: Method Man & Notorious B.I.G.] f** the world, don't ask me for sh** Everything you get you gotta work hard for it Honeys shake your hips, you don't stop And n***as pack the clips, keep on, b**h [Verse 3: Method Man] Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew Meth-tical, putting n***as back in I.C.U I'm lifted troop, you can bring your wack-a** crew I got connections, I'll get that a** stuck like glue Huh, no question, I be coming down and sh** Yo I gets rugged as a motherf**ing carpet get And n***as love it, not in the physical form but in the mental I spark and they cells get warm I'm not a gentle-man, I'm a Method Man Baby accept it, utmost respect it, and [Notorious B.I.G.] (Assume the position) [Method Man] Stop look and listen I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens b**h [Verse 4: Notorious B.I.G.] Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta Cold as the pole in the Winter Far from the inventor, but I got this rap sh** sewed And when my Mac unloads I'm guaranteed another video Ready to die, why I act that way? Pop Duke left Mom Duke, the f*ggot took the back way So instead of making hoes s** my dick up I used to do stick-ups, cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups Excuse me, flows just grow through me Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan A motherf**ing rap phenomenon, plus [Method Man] I got more Glocks and Tecs than you [Notorious BIG] I make it hot [Method Man] n***as won't even stand next to you [Notorious BIG] n***a touch me you better bust me three times in the head Or motherf**er's dead, you thought so [Hook: Method Man & Notorious B.I.G.] f** the world, don't ask me for sh** Everything you get you gotta work hard for it Honeys shake your hips, you don't stop And n***as pack the clips, keep on, b**h f** the world, don't ask me for sh** Everything you get you gotta work hard for it Honeys shake your hips, you don't stop And n***as pack the clips, keep on, b**h [Outro: Notorious B.I.G. (Method Man)] Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (Punk b**h, yeah, what the f** you want n***a) Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Methical) Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one My borough is thorough, recognize (9-4 comin' at you raw Shaolin Island, yeah)

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