The Meth Lab

I'll give you three seconds to come out wit' your hands up, one, two This is my own private domicile and I will not be harassed, motherfucker Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by a look I'm a crook, like some fish in a barrel, I got 'em hooked Blame the Method, your sanity took, go 'head, admit it You a meth head that live on the edge, just need a push I'm your pusher, supplier, I'm back, the cheese on the wire If a snitch burnin', wouldn't even piss on the fire Now you kids learnin', I ain't tryin' to preach to the choir Now the kids earnin' like them dealers that he admire Got that whip workin' like I'm sacrificin' a virgin That's a burden, but I'm certain you're feelin' it, back 'til you try You can't deny I cook a batch like, 'Woo' Hazardous material, you'd need a hazmat suit Now you lookin' at me like, 'What's a hazmat suit?' Somethin' used to move a body, you don't have that loop Let's talk about trust I told you not to cook my recipe And you went ahead and did it anyway 'Cause I never said I wouldn't cook it 'Cause it ain't yours, it's ours, bitch Hookers in the kitchen, chemistry is the best recipe Especially this shit, I'm takin' on bets Pressure cookers, percolate 'em like chefs Meth labs here to the West, wools on them gear trims grassed Mr. Barker, General, front and center (What up?) Got them burners wit' them bodies on them, have me in cuffs Killer's focused, slam it up in them trucks Eyes low, grippin' the toast, trigger finger, playin' it close You think it's a game? It's imperative, we show 'em we live These niggas playin' wit' this money, funny how niggas die They say it's over when the fat kid cry, ratchets fly here to the Chi' You think you can stop me from cookin'? You cook whatever you lie, as long it's that B work These niggas be runnin' around in the street wit' everyday Don't even think about usin' my grade A You should try and stop me, bitch I'm in the meth lab concoctin' another concoction Decisions, decisions, just weighin' my options The formula highly addictive, it's habit forming Side effects life-threatenin', the surgeon's warnin' I write a prescription just for meth abusers Regulate your dose intake for heavy users For generations, I been servin' these rap fiends Babies born addicted to the metric, know what I mean? You're recoverin', but you still use frequently So at your court hearin', judge show me some leniency Can't escape old havoc, so you copy the new shit Wit' your kids in your car seat, pumpin' that Wu shit We worldwide, supply and demand, I got the upper-hand Check my passport, global support Informant lands non-commercial goods, that raw and uncut That got them breakin' bad at the gate for the re-up What up, Street? Yo, what up, man? We gon' put some "Welcome to the meth lab" on there Man, you know, it's straight gutter shit, nigga Yeah, you ready to get 'em this time? Yeah, always, man Alright, so I'm a leave it up to you Go 'head, show 'em what you got