You know I'm bout it bout it

What? Huh?

You know

Huh?

It's like you don't limit yourself to one thing

Your mama

Got to broaden your horizons

Broaden your joints

Keep your eyes on the prize

The struggle goes on

Eryday (ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)

Eryday

And I'ma live it through my music

(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)

You know how we do

Choose or lose from it



Verse One: Method Man



Pull your shoes up, don't get stuck

or get your frame struck, when my squad blitzin

hittin like Mack trucks, head splittin paper written

in windy cities like Chicago, no bullshhhh

You see me spittin at the kitten with the lost mitten

As we engage in cold war gettin frostbitten

Once again up in these stank drawers baby listen

One mind and for one cause, heavy hittin

The penalty illegal ruffnecks, we bring ruckus

in pursuit of gold lines, can a n---a touch it

If I can't see ya can't truss it

A shady character like Buzz Buzzard

Lay him out like a plush rug-ged

*mimicking Brand Nubian* Now you can love it, or leave it alone

We drink death and puff bone

Draggin your body out the end zone

And any way the wind blow that's where you flow

That's why you be the first one caught, last to know

Body layin out on the flo', substitute

Heavy players from the run and shoot, we open do'

Third and long, quarterback pack the cannon on

I go deep he drop bombs, *whistle* that's when I touch-down

Six points, what now?

Once again who comin through in the clutch now, perfect strangerous

Ever since I came with this, and wrecked a body

You convinced like Lombardi, that Johnny Dangerous

Offensive shotgun

Calm in the p