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0-10 A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Home |
| Lyrics Submitted By: MO |
| All the children come into the light... |
| [Sample of "Bright Tomorrow"] There will be... |
| Chorus/Intro: Left Eye and Method Man |
| Rock a bye baby from the rooftop |
| When the guns blow, your cradle gets rocked |
| When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall |
| Down will come emcees, fake shit and all! |
| Verse One: Method Man |
| On top I be the show shot |
| The bomb drop |
| After shot blow your bumba claat to smithereens |
| Time stop, flyin' guillotines |
| Comin for your flock |
| What you mean you spilled the beans, ay? |
| Black out and thought I seen pop |
| Laser beam glock |
| What's a bird to a brother with a flock, wha? |
| They got some nerve |
| To even try and shit a turd |
| On John J, flap a nigga gate |
| With the wordplay |
| Hot Nick shoot you with the gift |
| Its your birthday |
| God hatin' ugly in the worst way |
| Fuck 'em like the Earth say |
| From first day I survey the hassle |
| Death knockin at your door |
| In the Big Apple |
| Meth rotten to the core |
| Shackle, in the sound castle |
| The dungeon, with vermin |
| In the form of emcees determined |
| To step foot on God soil |
| Not knowin' that these egg heads come hard boiled |
| And heavy handed |
| The aliens they just landed |
| And you in the way |
| Overthrow these niggas planet |
| Independence Day |
| Felons, get split melons |
| Homicide buck niggas get the buck with pellets |
| Insecticide |
| Johnny 5 take it worldwide |
| As long as I pledge allegiance to the Dark Side |
| I'll never die |
| Who ya know with a flow like this? |
| Bring em in |
| What clan you know blow like this? |
| Bring em in |
| Take that nigga [that nigga...] |
| Hook One: Method Man [Left Eye] |
| The sound of gun birth put the foul in this earth |
| [foul in this earth] |
| You can't fake plannin' from the |
| Mack Control Theories? [Mack Control Theories] |
| Murder in the first bring 'em back down to Earth |
| [back down to Earth] |
| You niggas don't hear me, prepare for the worst! |
| [prepare for the worst] |
| Verse Two: Method Man |
| Times gon change, nuttin will remain the same |
| Million dollar broke niggas still fucked up in the game |
| Make me wanna choke niggas shittin' on my name |
| Tuck your chain when I approach nigga Go Against the Grain now |
| ?Hit the standin' brain? now |
| Die Hard fan call me John John McClain now |
| Snake vs. the Crane Style |
| Death to the enemy, Wu brother number one |
| The centipede, trouble some |
| Send 'em all to Kingdom Come |
| Sun still shine one |
| Time for your crooked mind |
| Drunk off of cheap wine |
| Son I'm in the street crime |
| Every word, every line |
| Got juice very fine |
| Turn me loose on mankind |
| Detonate the land mine |
| Funk gets me goin' now |
| Never sell, never sold |
| Live by the code now |
| Never tell, never told |
| Darts I throw |
| Like Clyde with the finger roll |
| Clut shots an what not |
| This is where the buck stops |
| Still can't eat and y'all still cant sleep |
| I eat up myself as presidential emcee |
| Wu-Tang killa bee |
| The bee high facility |
| In love with the blunt smoke |
| Even though its killin me |
| Bad vibes fillin me |
| With thoughts of conspiracy |
| White Water scandals with Bill Clinton Hilary |
| Too hot to handle |
| Well put together to dismantle |
| Fucka, you heard me? |
| [Sample] |
| Hook Two: Meth |
| Excuse me as I kiss the sky |
| Catch me when I fall son I'm too young to die |
| Me and Lefty, that be the Eye come test me |
| If you don't know, you never know me |
| Boost the birdie |
| [Interlude] |
| Chorus |
| Outro: Left Eye |
| Ayyo, I got 360 degrees of self, that's mind body and spirit |
| 120 degrees a piece |
| We gon' break it down into simple terms |
| That's nine nigga nine |
| Highest level of change |
| It's too many niggas sittin' on they ass |
| waitin' for shit to just happen |
| Shit just don't happen |
| Gon' fuck around a miss a buck |
| If you take away the negative, make room for the positive |
| That's addin' and subtractin' on the real |
| Niggas betta learn they math |
| Cause if my calculations serve me |
| Correct I'ma fuck around and have all this shit |
| I'm on yo ass nigga |
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