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Viewing Lyrics for Four Seasons:

Artist:Method Man
Taken from the album Tical 2000 Judgementday by Method Man
Album:Tical 2000 Judgementday
Track:Four Seasons
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:3
 
Lyrics:"Four Seasons"
(feat. Redman, Ja Rule, LL Cool J)

[Redman]
Bitch!
Brick
City, yo
Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young
At 8 paint chips the rare moon
----
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and Meth exchange shifts

For money, to your house arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be
shooting fair ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper chase
Blow zip codes
from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve to you to liquor in the plate
Battle royal, in the ring
smoking like ought to owe ya
Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide
with the Waltons
Down South, the forty-four feela
I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga

I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga
Westside highway running, homo nigga

[LL
Cool J (Method Man)]
I'm the sultan of the ghetto
The homicidal aficionado
I empty
niggas out like Cristal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breaking Bentleys down to gravel
I
got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you
losers
I knew my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into these flames

Recognize the power of the royal King James
Phantom Menace, that's why niggas make faces like
they drinking Guinness
When they realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, I've been
platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum
links, chicky-eyed blonde hair, honeys sippin' rainbow colored
drinks
Black thugs with
white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifee over help her stretch out the
kinks
That's why ya niggaz freeze when I step up in the building
The Godfather's here
giving blessings to his children
Carrots shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these
cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black Gotti shot a
tech
Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in
my eyes
We can do this one more time, I'll let you decide
The Alizae swigger, I clock
twelve figgas
Think Goulianni's rough I got some real shit for niggas
Never been defeated,
niggas retreated
Made the choice to be seated until my mission's completed
Get loose, get
loose, Method Man get loose
What the world gonna do when my dogs get loose?
(Blaze one)
Blaze one (Blaze one) Blaze One
Blaze, blaze, blaze one

[Method Man]
Now four
corners, four seasons
Four MC's with four reasons to bring this game to its knees
And
while you're down there, suck my dick
My whole motto is fuck it
Hit the smoke shop and
blow my budget
MC's abusing my bitch, using my shit
I'm hanging off the roof with one
hand, losing my grip
Now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo
and terrorize rap, do you?
I do my best work stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside
the mind is where you'll find my buried treasure
I'm still wild, still Tical
Still gritty
style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a song a six street
Pocket full of chits

Too many rappers be on John Gotti's dick
Now this is something that we don't rehearse
Put
that rap shit second, and hip-hop first

[Ja Rule]
Easy, ain't near niggas spitting
like me
Nor Murderers motherfuckin' INC
Niggas will pass me, look me in the face, ask
me
Are y'all really on the way or did somebody ask me
Ja the myth, ready hand me the fifth
let me explain
Your lil' man made me give him a lift
So you ridin' with gangstas
I'm
up to a whole lot of other shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas can't deal with
Try it
(hataz) you gonna get yours to knife
Lesson tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than
a little bit, hot shit
Ja Rule with Hot Nix I'm the best at that shit
So bitches explain
this
We ride dick so well, head game from hell
I love making them yell, my name
Rule
baby, And ain't shit gon' change, uh, uh

[Redman]
Yo Meth why don't you ask where
all the ladies at?

[Method Man]
Where all the ladies at?
All the ladies in the
house with the real hair
The clean underwear and she don't need welfare, make some noise

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