Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Worldwide , by - Method Man. Song from the album The Meth Lab, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.08.2015
Record label: Tommy Boy Entertainment
Song language: English
Worldwide |
| Show some respect when we come through |
| Worldwide, let me see your w’s |
| (Chorus 2x — Hanz On) |
| Throw ‘em up, turn em over, what it do, what it do |
| Meth Man Murda gonna perish you |
| (Verse 1 — Method Man) |
| These rappers rap backwards, I don’t rap with them rap dudes |
| 2Pac backwards, pull that ratchet & cap too |
| Back to 93 when I still was holding those capsules |
| I also had a 38, ya’ll don’t give me no hassle |
| Keith Kool, G Rap moves, it’s only natural |
| When on the road to riches, I hit the horn when I pass you beep beep |
| Pardon my sneeze. |
| Haters get ‘atchew' |
| Ballers trying to move with the white, now would Shaq do |
| Go harder in the paint. |
| Slap you like ya barber |
| Or the 6th man, thinking he a starter when he ain’t |
| I’m a sick man, but smarter than you think |
| And it’s a thin line between the driver & the robber in the bank |
| See I’m cut like a barber with a shank, cool |
| Women going swimming with their drinks, pools |
| Now who hasn’t heard her that Meth Man & Uncle Murda |
| It’s like your cousin trying to kill you with your uncles burner |
| (Chorus 2x — Chedda Bang) |
| Show some respect when we come through |
| Worldwide, let me see your w’s |
| (Chorus 2x — Hanz On) |
| Throw ‘em up, turn em over, what it do, what it do |
| Meth Man Murda gonna perish you |
| (Verse 2 — Uncle Murda) |
| Yeah I’m Uncle Murda from the jects |
| Yeah I’m disrespectful, but get a lot respect |
| When I’m waving the tech, you better protect your neck |
| Got em looking like Inspectah, the way their hitting the deck |
| I with the METHOD man, its feelin like the 90's back when my tech use to jam |
| 18 putting pressure on these chumps, sending niggas that’s in their 30's to go |
| & get my dutch |
| Cash rules everything around me. |
| I’m cookin a brick |
| Feelin like the chef, wearing my Cuban linx. |
| I was ODB, creepin with dirty ho’s |
| Bumpin 36 chambers with 36 ho’s |
| Fuck the world, don’t ask me for shit |
| This that Brooklyn, Shaolin Big & Meth shit |
| This that shit you bump, before you catch a body |
| NY back on their shit. |
| I hope these niggas copy |
| (Chorus 2x — Chedda Bang) |
| Show some respect when we come through |
| Worldwide, let me see your w’s |
| (Chorus 2x — Hanz On) |
| Throw ‘em up, turn em over, what it do, what it do |
| Meth Man Murda gonna perish you |