F**k Them (feat. Method Man)

Method man:
 yo, yo, yo, yo
 fuck you
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 what you wanna be when you grow up
 you wanna be thugs
 you wanna be pranksters
 you wanna sell drugs
 you wanna be gangsters
 thats what silly boys are made of
 aiyyo, aiyyo
 cool g's and forty seven flavors
 display swade gators
 we comin through
 to blaze neighbors
 meet mark and pardon me to heat mark
 a dutch spark it
 lex leonardo arts profit
 apple cranberry mixed with crystal
 fan worry
 desert mountain crib in the ground
 we arsonists
 one point five a liter
 take a taste
 splash your heater
 smack your face twice
 clap your sneakers
 shit is like a mission to mars
 fishin' for bars
 takin' whats ours
 knowledge the car pa
 dont be stupid
 get a little cash
 better swoop it
 throw it in the ground and recoup it
 next check was best
 your family pack your shit
 get vexed
 leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves
 some niggas catch on later
 try to put them on they haters
 i met eighty of them niggas yo
 waitin' on the sidelines droolin'
 some need schoolin'
 let me teach yo
 and roll a student what
 rule one
 yo respect if you lose son
 dont be big back about to learn to move dunn
 all hell to niggas in jails
 with sharks in they fishtanks
 now he come home he a whale
 wolves in the projo's, projo's yo
 we realer up in my shows yo
 middle finger five o's
 take time to climb vines yo
 lay on the lines
 like laury only lovin' rae kind
 sun splash cash layin like three bags of hash
 fully wrapped in a indian man's stash
 Method man:
 aiyyo
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 aiyyo, get up
 lex should be braggin'
 get it up
 fuck shorty got cream in a mean truck
 prop-ness she hollar like the loch ness
 he large rock this
 fresh ferrari in a drop six
 fro's
 yo talkin about the dough on his clothes
 glaze is crushed up pokin on rolls yo
 oh yeah and maybe gettin' cream
 see what i mean black queen
 stop actin' like crack fiends an'
 brawl we wanna thank all of y'all
 play the wall hype
 checkin how this lady walks stay hawkin'
 grab the remain, divorce (uh)
 shame came to yours
 we like green
 rock the same gameplan, ours (yo, yo)
 Method man;
 ladies and gentlemen
 your about to see
 a pastime hobby about to be
 takin' to the next degree
 by m-e-th and the bloody chef boyardee
 watch out bitches is too nosey
 backhand slappin' the phoney
 got to walk it off can't mosey
 who got you open up
 crack pipe still smokin'
 face frozen
 coke straw stickin' out your nose and d
 proposin' that you bleed on the chef apron
 my thing hold down the play-pen
 and say the nursery rhymes they makin
 come on now
 shits too real
 fuck you and now your man feel
 time don't stand still for y'all bitches
 wanna big ball
 i got two for you to juggle in your jizzals
 im losin' it now
 throw in the pieces like a jig-saw
 aiyyo
 she multi-colored like a rainbow
 mr. meth and the cuban link kiddo
 on tracks we connect, politic ditto
 take that to that
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