Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Konichiwa Bi*ches , by - Method Man. Release date: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Konichiwa Bi*ches |
| What up? |
| What up? |
| These niggaz suck |
| They can’t hold a fort, better hold that thought B |
| If I can’t get it off, see my attitude is MSG |
| Fuck it, I’m salty, the game been loss me |
| Pay ya dues, it cost me, who acting like I’m past my prime |
| Hey Carlton Fisk, nigga, pass the nine, who wanna cross me, now? |
| And put my body in the lost and found |
| You with the business then bust off a round |
| It’s like the passions of Christ, get crucified just for having that ice |
| And the audacity for having that life, while niggaz starving and shit |
| The main reason they be robbing and shit |
| The same reason you’ve been targeted bitch |
| (These niggaz must’ve forgot) |
| The thin line between a hoe and a trick |
| Give 'em the clip between the four and the fifth |
| (Yeah, motherfucker I’m high) |
| There I go again blowing a spliff |
| When I exhale, it’s like I’m blowing a kiss |
| (Konichiwa bitches) |
| N.Y.C. |
| is all I see |
| O.D.B. |
| nigga, R.I.P |
| (Konichiwa bitches) |
| This killa beez on ya M.I.C. |
| You want it all, well then y’all like me |
| (Konichiwa bitches) |
| Come on, come on, I think they playing my song |
| I came to blow them out the frame and I’m gone |
| (Konichiwa bitches) |
| M E T to the H O D |
| Why motherfuckers wanna hate on me? |
| (Konichiwa bitches) |
| For every rhyme, there’s a hair on my chest |
| Scared of the man, you should be scared of the meth |
| Now every damn that I drop is homicidal that could dare to be done |
| There’s no survival, now who care to be next? |
| (If you don’t know me by now) |
| Know where the borough is |
| Doing it for the most thoroughest |
| You doing the most, pa, the French call it «Forpa» |
| When fucking with son, the odds are hundred to none |
| Too many flavors, y’all ain’t fucking with one |
| It’s getting deep, see the plot thicker |
| No place to be if you biatch, nigga |
| Outside the clan we always got RZA |
| I put it down like I don’t give a one in the head |
| I bet he don’t get up, we drinking malt liquor |
| Out of your Benz just to talk slicker |
| Then paint a scene that you can all picture |
| You going in? |
| Well, let me walk with cha |
| It’s Method Man, but for short Mr. Mef |
| (Konichiwa bitches) |
| N.Y.C. |
| is all I see |
| O.D.B. |
| nigga, R.I.P. |
| (Konichiwa bitches) |
| This killa beez on ya M.I.C |
| You want it all, well then y’all like me |
| (Konichiwa bitches) |
| Come on, come on, I think they playing my song |
| I came to blow them out the frame and I’m gone |
| (Konichiwa bitches) |
| M E T to the H O D |
| Why motherfuckers wanna hate on me? |
| (Konichiwa bitches) |
| Konichiwa bitches |
| Konichiwa bitches |
| Konichiwa bitches |
| Konichiwa bitch |