Method Man Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh!
Meth, check the verse, no curses, yo!
Listen! still living by the code,
Too many pretty women still living by the yo, yo
Haha yeah, yeah, here we go,
No curses, yo, check the joint!
I'm just trying to get a meal,
When I started rhyming I wasn't trying to get a deal,
I was trying to get a feel, homicide housing bodies lying in the hill,
Man ain't nothing worth me dying in the field, especially when I'm trying to pay the bills,
A lot of y'all relying on the steel, and see the court denying your appeal,
If y'all know nothing you better know its real,
if it work like a workshop better know the drill,
I'm past childish games,
Y'all just trying to get me out of my games,
And call my black women out of their names,
I'm serious stay outta my brain, understand that my slang's,
fast and furious stay outta my lane,
Boy I'm hot, kids be calling me blaze,
In the industry I'm not, they be calling me slave,
I ain't trying to burn the spot, but I'm set in my ways,

I'm just a product of the block and the city I'm raised,
Aha! I'm still living by the code,
Too many pretty women still living by the strobe, daddy pimping 'em for doe,
Early in the morning cops kicking in the door,
Man I think somebody's snitching on the low,
I caught my father sniffing on that snow,
That's when he tried to tell me things were different than before,
Kid don't listen anymore, that's for sure,
We used to ask permission from our folk,
Ain't no food up in the kitchen cause we broke,
And I ain't trying to miss another meal,
Cause love will get you killed, and if it don't your baby mother will,
But y'all ain't recognising that it's real, until that undercover pull his shield,
And now its kinda late to cut a deal,
So I ain't gotta tell you how I feel,
Why I'm trying to keep my pockets stuffed with hundred dollar bills,
I should have went to school and got a skill,
But it wasn't in my future so i steal,
That's why I got this rubric in your grill