paroles de chanson Elements - Method Man , Star
Damn,
damn,
one
more
'gain,
yo
Uh-huh,
uh-huh,
stah!
Surround
sounder,
blunt
smokin',
Remy
downer
Hip-Hop
SZA,
slingin'
my
rod
in
your
flounder
You
get
skidark,
undertakin'
undergrounders
This
lyricist
lounge
with
Lo,
nappy
lounger
Aliens
is
outta
townish,
fuck
applause
Niggas
clap
now
with
forty-pounders
and.44's
Is
it
all
fair
in
love
and
war?
Young'uns
with
guns
actin'
like
they
takin'
yours,
uh
Live
by
the
sword,
he
gon'
die
by
the
sword,
uh
My
vocal
cords
break
the
laws
that
apply
to
nature
Knowin'
these
niggas
love
to
hate
ya
Request
the
Henny
straight,
no
chaser
Twin
towering,
I
skyscrape
ya,
now
gimme
yours
Trifle
disciple,
arch-rival,
reppin'
with
weapons
The
homicidal
style
leave
you
marked
from
The
start
like
tribal
scars
(Allahu
Akbar!)
I'm
hazardous
as
a
bomb
in
arms
Spittin'
like
Christ,
recitin'
psalms
in
the
streets
of
Babylon
(Verbs
I
gather
well)
Gunnin'
data
shells
My
squad
camouflage
jewels
like
the
Bible
with
parabels
With
the
navigator,
spittin'
razor
sharp
Bread
blazin'
data
that'll
tickle
you
now,
but
slay
you
later
On
this
one,
call
me
Lee
Major
Million
dollar
man,
bionic
off
Professor
Chronik,
still
not
a
player
I
just
fuck
a
lot,
the
panty
raider
Get
shorties
mad,
they
curse
you
out
on
your
skypager,
stankin'
ass
Yo,
yo
Mr.
Big
Mouth,
better
duck
down
or
bite
the
bullet
You
niggas
got
guns,
but
you
scared
to
death
to
pull
it
Bet
if
I
pull
my
gun,
I'm
gon'
squeeze
I'm
startin'
at
your
head,
son,
and
stoppin'
at
your
knees
I
hate
you
screw
mugs,
run
with
counterfeit
thugs
Niggas
want
mine?
Better
come
and
get
it
in
blood
Fat
potential
gave
birth
to
a
corrupt
mental
Foul
thoughts
paralyzin'
temples,
it's
just
that
simple
You
better
come
with
your
best
gun,
niggas
be
holdin'
It's
all
war,
no
fun,
niggas
be
rollin'
You
niggas
under
pressure
now
My
squad's
down
for
whatever
with
whoever
now
Let's
get
it
on
You
better
come
with
your
best
gun,
niggas
be
holdin'
It's
all
war,
no
fun,
niggas
be
rollin'
You
niggas
under
pressure
now
My
squad's
down
for
whatever
with
whoever
now
Let's
get
it
on
I
lick
shots
to
hit
the
spot
like
a
four-fifth
Glock
We
got
this
hip-hop
shit
locked
and
all
your
clique
got
was
lip
lock
Heavy
heat,
steady
street
sweepin'
your
peeps
Ak's
machete
chops
puttin'
cease
to
your
petty
fleet
This
raw
rebel
got
more
metal
than
pop
and
rock
groups
When
my
Glock
shoots,
the
score
settles
It's
ground
attack,
I'm
bound
to
clap
rounds
of
rap
Clowns
are
found
flat,
face
down
around
the
map
Simple
minds
cripple
spines,
my
rhymes
are
four-five
Designed
so
two
nines
combined
can't
even
tickle
mine
If
I
told
you
once,
I
told
your
ass
a
thousand
times,
chump
Body
in
the
trunk,
stay
in
line,
punk
Fuck
with
me
and
mine
Yo,
yo,
peep
the
actual
sixteen
bars
comin'
after
you
Never
go
against
my
team,
they
might
embarrass
you
Slick
slang,
terrorist
talk,
fully
armed
Put
your
hands
up,
I'ma
put
a
hole
in
your
paws
Ruin
your
sideshow,
eyes
low,
brains
fried
from
hydro
Two
choices:
bass
off
or
either
die
slow
We
all
scholars
when
it's
time
to
clean
a
dirty
dollar
Attack
the
board
just
like
a
Rottweiler
Niggas
comin'
out
they
shoes
like
they
Usher
These
motherfuckers
on
the
run
in
they
socks
from
the
Bounty
Hunter
Iron
lungster,
rain
and
thunder,
here
come
the
lightning
Now
I'm
strikin'
back
at
niggas
bitin',
pushin'
buttons
Just
a
step
away
from
self-destruction,
inch
and
a
half
away
From
touchin'
somethin',
second
away
from
bustin'
Y'all
brothers
laugh
now
and
cry
later
I
rock
from
alpha
to
omega,
sixty-four
to
Sega
Whoopin'
that
ass,
walk
your
dogs
through
the
lookin'
glass
Been
burnin'
MC's
since
cookin'
class
Makin'
it
hot
like
it's
summer
in
the
crack
spot
with
black
tops
My
nickel
slot,
triple
par,
hit
the
jackpot
on
each
block
I'm
the
remedy,
send
'em
back
to
me
after
detox
Shorty
got
knuckles
in
her
Reebok
Plus
she
got
a
problem
with
the
Benz
What's
her
problem
with
the
Benz?)
She
want
the
600,
but
she
ain't
got
the
ends
You
better
come
with
your
best
gun,
niggas
be
holdin'
It's
all
war,
no
fun,
niggas
be
rollin'
You
niggas
under
pressure
now
My
squad's
down
for
whatever
with
whoever
now
Let's
get
it
on

1 Elements
2 Spazzola
3 Judgement Day (Intro)
4 Perfect World
5 Cradle Rock
6 Dangerous Ground
7 Sweet Love (Skit)
8 Sweet Love
9 Shaolin What (Skit)
10 Torture
11 Where's Method Man - Skit
12 Suspect Chin Music
13 Retro Godfather
14 Dooney Boy - Skit
15 Check Writer - Skit
16 You Play Too Much - Skit
17 Party Crasher
18 Grid Iron Rap
19 Step By Step
20 Donald Trump - Skit
21 Snuffed Out - Skit
22 Killin' Fields
23 Break Ups 2 Make Ups
24 Judgement Day
25 C.E.O. utro - Skit
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