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Come on, come on That's right, Nonpoint Darwin's crib in the house Let me hear that shit Know what I mean? Uh 'Bout to slay this funky track Here we go, come on Once upon a time, not long ago When people would be jealous and live life slow When law was stern and justice good And people would behave like they all too good There lived a little boy that was misled By another little boy, and this is what he said, check it "Me and you, kid, we're gonna make some cash" (What, what?) "Robbin' old folks and makin' a dash" (Come on, come on) They did their job, but they came with ease But one couldn't stop, looks like he had a disease He robbed another (Stealer), and another (Stealer) And his sister (Stealer), and her brother (Stealer) Tried to rob a man who was a DC under cover Cop grabbed his arm and started knockin', he ran and he said "I got you all in check", come on Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Come on, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Come on, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Come on, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Come on, I step up in the place, you know I step correct Woah-hah, got you all in check Got that hear that shit that make you break your neck Woah-hah, got you all in check Well, you know we come through the mic like discotheque Woah-hah, got you all in check Boy, you hear the beat, and yeah, man, that's no disrespect Woah-hah, got you all in check Yo, Greg, what's up? Which motherfucker stole my flow? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, mining mode Those that touchin' niggas fly out the window Crush your ass, hit you with a direct blow, bro Come at you like G.I. Joe Star Wars movie, yo, like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Over shy 'cause I got that high pro flow You think that you can play, you think you can lay low Pull up on your ass like Hawaii Five-O Black out, put my dreads in my Kangol Forget the Moet, nigga, just pass the Cisco, yo Take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that shit that might make your sack go Maximum frequency through that stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy, I can't grow Yo, where you go? Where you at? Bring it back Give props to all my people on the hip-hop scene Who growin' fast and mean with that full sheen My inspiration from youth, Killa Bee got it loose The M-E-T-H-O-D man, no kid with the juice, damn M-E-T-H-O-D, man M-E-T-H-O-D, man M-E-T-H-O-D, man Make yourself heard Hey, you, get off my cloud Let me get raw with my sound pro style Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba It's the Meth-Tical, check the style of the buddha I'm gonna hunt for machine gun punk Get you hung up like a sun from a shotgun pump-pump Double barrel, young, male, bringin' you a proper Find out, you ain't got no ass, mi casa Straight up, you're movin' too fast, so baby, wait up Took one out of seven, no, now you're eight up Get on down with your bad self Get on down, listen to the sound, come on You can never get to some some energy Say you wanna do my shit, but you don't know Spinna, ha What's your definition of a real MC? For what you dedicated, yeah, it must be me A Meth-Tical'll do the standin' for the loud hip-hop I goes on to the break of dawn, it just don't stop Give me the green light and a sidewalk way I'll ask what you got to say, come on Move it in, move it out Stick it in, curve it out Shake it up, shake it down Come on, y'all, Meth-Tical I hope and pray that I will But today, I am still just a M-E-T-H-O-D, man M-E-T-H-O-D, man M-E-T-H-O-D, man M-E-T-H-O-D, man M-E-T-H-O-D, man M-E-T-H-O-D, man M-E-T-H-O-D, man M-E-T-H-O-D, man M-E-T-H-O-D, man M-E-T-H-O-D, man M-E-T-H-O-D, man Make yourself heard M-E-T-H-O-D, man M-E-T-H-O-D, man M-E-T-H-O-D, man M-E-T-H-O-D, man Man, man, man M-E-T-H-O-D