| What else can I do?
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| Chemist
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| You know where we at with it
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| Bold J, let’s get it
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| I was down and out ducking
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| On some sauerkraut, getting fronted weed
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| Build a power house, caught me up to speed
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| When I counted out my first hundred G’s
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| we can funnel keys
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| Chowing down me and Uncle
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| Pounding loud like who cut the cheese
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| Still counting down til my brothers free
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| Niggas rocking chains with them bubble letters
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| I be copping cane tryna pluck a feather
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| Hop a train, catch the bus wherever
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| Dodging rain with no umbrella
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| Hydroplaning through the flood zone
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| baking in the drug zone
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| Take the Pyrex, shake it with no gloves on
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| Watch I can make it do the love jones
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| 16 I done been
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| Living rent free like a sprint charger
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| Apartment 6C me and
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| Made a 15 do the Vince Carter
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| Taking trips with my brother Blue
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| Shaking spliffs in the cut with
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| Made a brick jump from one to two
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| Couldn’t make this shit up if I wanted to
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| Cheated death, could’ve suffocated
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| Been arrested, beat a couple cases
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| East West, RIP Slick
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| Real BMF know we drug related
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| Five bodies made 'em pay for three
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| Left one with now we updated
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| Riding dirty ten oh eight on me
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| In the HOV got me frustrated
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| Where we at with it?
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| Whip it in the rex out the plastic
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| Hit the stretcher like elastic
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| Put it in the press then I smash it
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| Weigh it up wet then I bag it
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| Get them casket
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| Did the high step when I got drafted
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| Caught an interception on the package
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| But it’s a method to my madness
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| Whip it in the rex out the plastic
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| Hit the stretcher like elastic
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| Put it in the press then I smash it
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| Weigh it up wet then I bag it
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| Get them casket
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| Did the high step when I got drafted
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| Caught an interception on the package
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| But it’s a method to my madness
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| Niggas disrespect, we let 'em have it
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| We empty them clips in the 'matic
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| We’ll come for them bricks in the attic
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| Kept in touch with my bitch in
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| Run it up on with the addicts
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| Spot build like a pair of Sauconys
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| Manning up we got rich nigga status
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| with a clip full of talons
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| with a clique full of felons
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| Get picked up for that shit that you selling
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| Niggas buckling snitching and telling
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| We be smuggling, shipping, and mailing
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| In the cut with a Smith & Wesson
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| Shedding blood for my niggas in heaven
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| Selling drugs from the 6th to the 7th
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| In the club with a six shot .38
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| Level up to a .357
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| grew up on the sixth
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| Fell in love with a bitch
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| Send him up when I
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| He run off with my shit I’ma stretch him
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| Dump him off in a ditch when I catch him
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| Kill his son and I send him my blessing
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| My bitch asking me 21 questions
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| And get mad when I change up the subject
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| Type of front end
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| Put a half key of cane in my budget
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| Used to trap like I played for the Nuggets
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| With a glizzy, two drac’s and a FN
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| pack, if they right I’ma flush it
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| 'Cause possession
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| Whip it in the rex out the plastic
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| Hit the stretcher like elastic
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| Put it in the press then I smash it
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| Weigh it up wet then I bag it
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| Get them casket
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| Did the high step when I got drafted
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| Caught an interception on the package
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| But it’s a method to my madness
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| Whip it in the rex out the plastic
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| Hit the stretcher like elastic
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| Put it in the press then I smash it
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| Weigh it up wet then I bag it
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| Get them casket
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| Did the high step when I got drafted
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| Caught an interception on the package
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| But it’s a method to my madness |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Method to My Madness , by - The Alchemist. Song from the album Boldface - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп