[Intro:]
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What? What you want?
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Represent represent represent
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Yeah, represent, check it out check it out
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Yo mama don't wear no drawers!
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I saw her when she took them off!
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Standin on the welfare line, eatin swine
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Tryin to look fine, with her stank behind
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You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya fast
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Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass
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[Verse One:]
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Are you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer?
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I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
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Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it
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And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it
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Get lost, I break you off something
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I'm pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and
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You was nothin
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Bet ya thought ya fuckin clan had ya fuckin back but they was frontin
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Smokin dirt blunts and fuckin nasty stunts and
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Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin
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Get ya ship sunken, fuckin with a drunken
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Master disaster at enemy rap functions
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[Interlude:]
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Huh, just an echo
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Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley
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Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back
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Sweet memories of you
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And you can even ask your crew
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Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast
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Meth-Tical got STYLE with his nasty ass
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[Verse Two:]
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Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?
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You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya
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36 chambers, be out, youze in danger
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Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a hanger
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Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger
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Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the strangler
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Just recline, keep the Meth in mind
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I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time
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What? And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass
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All up and down the block, the street, the isle
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Whatever, smokin on a Spike Lee joint
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Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin niggaz get the point
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Cause they coul never, stop the veteran, word to God
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When I'm severin the HEAD of a mental vegetarian
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The Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of credit
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The cuties I desire, I be the first to set it
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off, flame on like the Human Torch
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Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store
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You can eat it all and it'll tell ya fast
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Meth-Tical got STYLE for ya nasty ass
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[Outro:]
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94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize
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Wu-Tang killer bee
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The RZA and the Method MZA
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Raider Ruckus, where you at?
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Biscuits
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