Method Man Feat. Raekwon The Turn lyrics

Everywhere I turn, I see, your face

Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah
Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, ya'll
Yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo

And we the Gods, still tear the whole hood apart
Darts that'll splatter through faces, taste niggaz hearts
I'm intellectual, plus professional and Walbaums to vegetables
Shit is right here, like buyin' fly gear
Dare any white man or fan nigga, ran through niggaz
Blew shorties in niggaz lobbies, the grand RZA
We left, the radio broke, I yoke my vocals, hittin' green smoke

Allah Math', show me when the needle broke
Numb the whole crowd up, stupid ass Loud fouled up
Never knew what they had, now they proud of us
Picture my vision, precision, lines jumpin' out of commission
Divine got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me
Rae, we gotta generate, Lord, I feel the Ditech, the mildew
Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little
Wrap up the whole rap government

Go ahead, ya'll floss wit' it
Walk wit', I slap your boss wit' it
Navy blue, New York fitted, I'm cold frost bitted
Two puffs and off wit' it
You smell the herb, 'fore I lit the spots its forfeit it
Blocks is hot, feel the shot from fourth, fifth it
With no regard for your boulevard, just the shit bag and bullet scar
It's the Riddler, riddle me this, riddle me that
Who the pretender? And who the door man that let them enter?

The Wu-Tang, 36 Cham', what you smokin'?
Got you in the game chokin' like Van Gundy coachin'
Your street team, bunch of weaklings

Don't ever let me catch your reachin'
Respect when a grown man is speakin'
Shh, keep on sleepin', and just like TLC, I keep on creepin'
The five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin'
The heat seakin', missile official, that got issues
Like Funk Doc got snot tissue, it's Hot Nickels

Everywhere I turn, I see, your face, but you're never there

Shh, shit ain't over
Okay, now, same shit, different day, grindin', gettin' paid
Self at it, automatic, guns that spit and spray
Gotta have it, ass grab it, time to slip and weight
God body, house your party, watch the "Kid N Play"
Ya'll gon' make me go postal, up in this muthafucka house
Full of bloodsuckers and hoes that love hustlers
Roll that izza, pour me another kizza
Bigga, to my nigga, so drunk they can't get up

Shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes
Let the herb spots run 'til the cops come
Suppose I was just another stick in the mud, on a Saturday
Thinkin', how I'mma get the fifth in the club
See my crew thick, everyday I fights to prove it
We comes undisputed with batteries included
Honey's bee like Meth, I be like what?
They want some free CD's, I'm like see these nuts

If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' high tonight, say all right, haha
If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' drunk tonight, say all right, haha
It be Tical, okay, haha, yeah, yeah, okay
It be Tical, okay, haha, yeah