paroles de chanson The Meth Lab (feat. Hanz On & Streetlife) - Method Man , Street Life

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 could tell what you thinking
Just by a look.
I'm a crook
Like some fish in a barrel
I got them hooked.
Blame the Method,
Your sanity took,
Go ahead, admit it.
You a Meth head.
That live on the edge.
Just need a push.
I'm your pusher,
Supplier, I'm back
To Cheese on the wire,
If a snitch burning,
Wouldn't even piss on the fire.
Now your kids' learning,
Now the kids earning,
Like them dealers that he admire.
Got that whip working,
Like I'm sacrificing a virgin,
That's a burden,
But I'm certain
You'll feel it after you try it.
You can't deny,
Cook a batch like (Wuuuu),
Hazardous material,
You'll need a hazmat suit.
Now you looking at me like,
What's a hazmat suit?
Something used to move the body,
You don't have that loot...

Hookers in the kitchen.
Chemistry is the best.
Recipe especially the shit,
I'm taking all bets.
Pressure cookers,
Perculate em like chefs.
Meth Labs,
Here to the west,
Wolves on em,
Dare transgress.
Mr. Barca general,
Front and center (what up)
Got the Burners with them bodies on 'em,
Henny in cups.
Killas focus slammered up in them trucks.
Eyes low,
Grippin' the toast,
Trigger finger playing it close.
Think it's a game,
Its imperative,
We show 'em we live.
These niggas playin with this money.
Funny, y'all niggas die.
They say it's over when the fat kid cry.
Ratchets fly here to the Chi.

I'm in the Meth Lab concocting.
Another concoction,
Decisions, decisions,
Just weighing my options.
The formula,
Highly addictive.
Its habit forming,
Side effects life threatening,
The surgeons warning,
I write a prescription,
This for meth abusers.
Regulate your dose intake,
For heavy users.
For generations I've been
Serving these rap fiends.
Babies born addicted to the Method
(Know I mean).

You're recovering but you still use frequently.
So at your court hearing,
Judge shows some leniency.
Can't escape old habits,
So you copy the new shit,
With your kids in the car seat
Bumping that Wu shit.
The worldwide supply and demand,
I got the upper hand,
Check my passport,
Global support in foreign lands.
Noncommercial goods
That raw and uncut.
That got them breaking bad
At the gate for the re-up.