Lyrics:
I wear gloves
But we pedal everywhere, so I really had to break 'em in
One night in Salford, I had to iron a man out
And if you don't believe me,
later
[Method Man]
On this one call me Lee Major
Million dollar man, bionic or professor chronic
Still not a player, I just fuck a lot
Swept across the family dies
Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise
And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive
up on my iron use her mouth on it to smelt
And now I'm crashing in the Civic
My mom livid fucked it up cause I was ripping
Under pressure
Like a new
secondary
To peeps I call fam
Successfully dropping bombs
Voltron
Black lion
Not lying
Like frying chicken in cast iron
Perpetually riding waves
Call me Tua
a better way to dedicate my time
What's the difference ‘tween twenty one and twenty two
Hopefully a lot, hopefully I'm closer to a man
Hopefully I'm not
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
I put a lot on this so now i can not quit
The mic on my grip nigga it can not slip
I don't mix with niggas coz I know they switch
I will not switch,
Yoooo
Ghee Boe in this bitch man
16
50
Shit
But you already know wtf goin on
I just had a realization tho
Idgaf bout what y’all talkin bout
Facts
I
Huddy Combs bring it home, we don't stop
Jimmy Jones all alone, we don't stop
Loon crime fam', we don't stop
Meeno, NRB, we don't stop
To my man
Man it,
Man it get mean,
(Hmmmm,)
Im ona block servin da fiends,
Got dat burner in my jeans.
I'll blow by any means,
Man it get mean.
Im ona block
that swallow dick
Since 12 I saw a lot of shit, God kno I kno
Witness a man get straight sprayed right in front of the store
So I get a blunt and I roll
nice
So it's old flows, new flows, goals go, do blows
Now I'm on the road doing shows for some euros
Asking how I done it, man, I did it by the grace
(This story was told to me by Jerry Clover at the 1971 discjockey convention
I told Jerry I's gonna write a song about it
My brother Hillman gonna
round trip tickets
Me and Joe Jitz about to hit 6 digits
Yo I'ma live it, you watch
Mix the hip-hop with the shooby dooby doo wop
Ollie in the who's hot,
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Havokondabeat, bitch)
Big steppin'
I ain't worried
Yeah, man, they dyin' on the curb
Yeah, they die, but I ain't
now, is nothin but Memphis best
But I had to delete a lot clowns in the process
Fuck that shit, we keepin them bitches hot
Cause we making them millions
in my click
But I spit them boys out 'cause they tasting like some shit
I admit my click now, is nothin' but Memphis best
But I had to delete a lot
a prisona in Azkaban
Get cheech and Chong
High every chance I can
So high man I'm feeling
Like Ironman
Gotta iron on my hip
Like a western
Quick draw
underground!
Flying around, swooping down
Ending any intruders in my house
You’ll need a lot of luck to get here
But you’ll need more getting out!
I’m from
toxic
And she tried to leak my EP early, shit, I just dropped it
Sir punch a lot, plus I'm slammin' shit like Obi Toppin
The cashier almost got knocked
the beef and you dine in the finest conditions
Pay attention, I'm Professor you just call me sir
I know I'm the best you cannot tell me I'm any lesser
Man I
the one
I ain't buy liquor for months, and you're lucky I'm sober, I'm nuts when I'm drunk
Mix the whiskey with soda, the man I'd become would invite you
it's often out of tune
And there are lots of broken fingers
In the dark parts of my room
Please don't touch
Please don't stop and stare
Yes I thank you
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