The Show(Album Version (Explicit))

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[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 nigga, 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 bitch, class dismissed, it's the return Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y'all killas learn Your only as good as your last hit Soon as you put them automatics on safety that's it I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets Till you blasted, till y'all come ashes to ashes We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound You either up or down, don't get that ass kicked Ya'll niggaz fuck around, y'all only tough around The crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that ass kicked What part of the game is this? I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came to bitch, nigga So, whose the whipped nigga, don't even trip, nigga Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter 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 shitty 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 pussy 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 fuckin' wit you I do it for the nookie, some say I'm too pushy Only thing better than pussy, that's some new pussy There that go, looky, it's gettin' ugly even With niggaz so broke, they couldn't spend a lovely even [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, that's it Yeah, Method Man has just left the muthafuckin' building