Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Symphony, artist - Method Man. Album song The Meth Lab, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.08.2015
Record label: Tommy Boy Entertainment
Song language: English
Symphony |
| I’m that OG, some of y’all know me |
| I used to cop greens from 4G, nickels, dimes and oz’s |
| I’m like Thor’s brother, so low key |
| I might swing a hammer, provoke me |
| Put a shooter where Ko — be |
| Tell ya like somebody done told me |
| Never trust nobody who owe me and any wife is a trophy |
| If Meth the mortician, you know that shovel is on me |
| To put em in the earth, I do my dirt all by my lonely |
| I’m all about the Benjis |
| But that bring jealousy and envy |
| Don’t trust niggas, they smile it seems friendly |
| I’ll be damned if I pass up |
| It’s for bricks when I mask up and run down |
| On em to get my cash up |
| Cash Verrazano J Reeds is getting lined up |
| Sam Rothstein when I lean slump with the 9 tucked |
| Come and take a trip to the dark side |
| Fuck around with pigs, they gonna find your body hog-tied |
| No guys saying they neutral but playing both sides |
| Homicide housing young cartel with dope tides |
| Your boy ain’t playing a little |
| Have em engraving a tombstone with your name in the middle |
| Fugitive on the run, felony warrants |
| The police, kicking doors, question all the informants |
| Carlo, feeling like the war’s on and I’m running through Hell |
| Blunt in my mouth, gasoline draws on |
| Vocals, got a laser beam, no other option for you |
| Die or embrace the team, offers that you can’t refuse |
| Handz On music, motherfucker, yeah say it with me |
| Now get your smart phone hater and take a picture with me |
| Consigliere, no phones, Jimmy whisper to me |
| Ride 'til I win the war, Cops put a clip in me |
| Carlo’s, got killers on the payroll, Killers on the lay-low |
| Killers that will kill when I say so |
| There’s a war going on outside, nobodies safe from |
| I gotta get this money now, we gon' take some |
| A politicing with these clowns, bout to shake something |
| I’m gonna hit em with the pounds, that’ll break something |
| Y’all better run and get your boots time tight black |
| Y’all fornicating with this money, get your life rap |
| Straight music, motherfucker cause it’s like that |
| I come and hit em in the dark, call it nightcap |
| And I be fucking with the starks, he my ace boon |
| Don’t let us catch you in these parts or we gon' bake rooms |
| And yo them cats you running with, yo they some fake goons |
| I’m bout to sweep em in the finals, gonna shake brooms |
| The situations getting chunky, tension mad thick |
| Like you could cut it with a knife, cloak and dag' shit |
| Hanz baby, PLO on some Arab shit |
| My killahs coming with them cannons, bout to blast shit |
| Streetlife chip off the old block, the hard rock |
| Apply pressure to your neck 'til your heart stops |
| Got ‘em all lean like codeine, microphone fiend |
| I’m an addict, I’m addicted to rap cream |
| New day is dawning but I’m stuck in my old ways |
| Gave you fair warning, I’m reloading, okay? |
| I ain’t gotta say it’s on, pop up at your front door |
| Early morning, guns drawn, like ding dong |
| Cash, I get it up, my niggas, I can’t get enough |
| Won’t stop rocking 'til I’m sitting up on Diddy bucks |
| A semi tuckin, witty fucker, picture getting city stuck |
| This city buck is sick of flipper, motherfuckin' city bus |
| Big whip, coasting, throat stroking, slow motion |
| Slow groove, so smooth, old school, Billy Ocean |
| Caribbean Queen, mean body, Dereon jeans |
| Cherry bomb, the way she blow me, she like dreams |
| Enough with the petty con schemes, I need Enron cream |
| Short minute before I end up with that Benz on lean |