Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The ?, artist - Method Man. Album song Blackout!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
The ? |
| Man he must of bumped his motherfucking head or something |
| Yo Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear |
| It’s Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world premiere |
| From New Jerz straight talk, america’s best |
| Co’Island Staten Island is where I’m at |
| Y’all amateurs act like hoes affendin us We’re special eders go on tours on banana bus |
| D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks |
| Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch |
| Word to god doc throw more lines then fishin rod |
| No stars, we’re supergod non recouperb-alls (yo) |
| Buttons is pressed to remove the press |
| Press a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO) |
| Set up cones when I’m firing chrom |
| I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes |
| Dail 9−1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon |
| Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done |
| Suspects change clothes |
| Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove |
| Hot to death, cops is vex |
| I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex |
| Drive by on the baja |
| Snatch the cartier watch I Boucnce laughing off like clue HAHA |
| Doc is like poppy, supplying you grand |
| So breaka breaka while I turn it to the Shoalin Man |
| Foreva underground |
| Nigga duck the mic when we come around |
| Control hammer like the mighty Thor |
| Bringin thunda down |
| Now you’re in store for predator |
| Like refugees I come to settle score |
| Half-baked medifore, that taste even better raw |
| Hardcore holy war |
| Hits from the resevoir, southpaw saboteur |
| Land sharks get they chin checked when I jabba jaw |
| Time to walk my labrodor |
| Livin out my dreams, at the same time shatter yours |
| Code red fill 'em full of lead |
| Greatful dead live from Hemstead |
| Tiger Kunk Fu know the ledge |
| Check the full fledged knucklehead |
| Clam bread, livin on the edge used to be the best |
| Jack Frost sniffin at your nose, get your Suddafed |
| Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red official budda head |
| Off track like O.D.B., I’m too black |
| I’m like Zoro, I mark a Wu, sign your back, motherfucka |
| (It aint even a question) This side niggaz too hardcore |
| (It aint even a question) That side niggaz too hardcore |
| (It aint even a question) In the middle niggaz too hardcore |
| So what cha, what cha, what cha, want (What cha want?) |
| (It aint even a question) Def Squad niggaz too hardcore |
| (It aint even a question) Wu Tang niggaz too hardcore |
| (It aint even a question) Def Jam nigga too hardcore |
| (Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up) So what cha, what cha, what cha, want? |
| Yo stomp wit the big dogs |
| Sick dog lurkin (Roof Roof) |
| Doc bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains |
| Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin |
| Brick city, stering wheel hurtin |
| Prepare y’all fast car for lane mergin |
| Hasta manana, y’all crash like that Yanna cock block into gramma |
| Got cock in Atlanta, rockin P.P.P. |
| Bandanas |
| While we fuck 'em on camera |
| It’s too late to plant bate for my click to fall |
| We dodge boobie-traps and pitfalls and thick fog |
| When I tee, LA ride, It’s y’alls |
| Website couldnn’t find a site wit macintosh |
| On John Walsh |
| America’s Most, aim for spots to put more in a terrier coat |
| Uh huh, we speak for the unheard |
| Caught in the matrix |
| Sound from the subbasement, Spread the word |
| Like uncureables from dirty bird, beyond basic |
| John Wu these fake niggaz, give 'em replacements |
| The thrilla of a park killer |
| Bubonic plague any M.C., that swear he illa |
| Inject the dufus wit the lupus |
| Yukmouth rhymes that leave him toothless |
| My filled fly and filled groupless |
| Observe the record, livin out my name Repid |
| Study man and all his methods |
| And through his ethic, learn to expect the unexpected |
| One step ahead I, return like Jedi |
| Three hours behind your punk ass, catchin a red eye |
| First class but cooler than coach, murder he wrote |
| On the wall of the bathroom stalls shittin these quotes |
| Fuck you all |
| Scaredy cat kid, duckin these dogs |
| You don’t like us, then we don’t like y’all. |
| Lick The Balls! |
| Be easy, speak easy |
| This one be off the heazzzaaaayyy |
| Like my pubic hair, black and greazzzzzaaayyyy |
| (It aint even a question) x5 |
| Caution |
| Warning |
| Overload |
| System Overload |
| All Systems Ready |
| Enter voice authorization sample |