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Method Man One More To Go

face They placed the name but can't recall description I ain't did shit officer, that bitch trippin' Promise retaliation they plan busted, no man to be trusted Everything corrupted once man

on living. No more tutors - high school next September which would probably be a devilish bore, since one couldn't be as free and easy as one had been

'd go stomping out there in the moonlight. And all they'd hear for miles around... (loud clap/belch)....one less kid for America. One more smiling, smurking

mine, 'cuz she love me long time Bartender bring more wine Get in line for the M E T H O D, Man M E T H O D, Man M E T H O D, Man Here I am, here I am, the Method Man

your life, one more time, one more crime one more nine, c'mon cry nigga It's over! This is the shit, that hits hard You either the last one standing, or the last one

// Different methods interpreted into different forms // From entirely different perceptions and seen from different norms // Not just spitting a poem, there?s much more involved // There?s much more

my life, of smoking and drinking The world keeps spinning, so lately I've been thinking Verse one: common Nearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophet Methods

off, kid The meth will come out tomorrow Styles, is wild, berserk, bizarro Flow, with more afro than rollo Comin' to a fork in the road which way to go just follow Method

They so right, you get stuck, I'll go twice Lit it up when I blow mics Show mic precise, require sacrifice That's no hassle, the master got more loops