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Release Yo' Delf

Mary J. Blige, Method Man
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Check it Check it, I'm the fuckin' man, who's the legend? Notice that other niggas rap styles is bogus Doo-doo compared to this versatile voodoo Blazin' the stuff that ignites stimulation Beside ya, 'cause I be that house of provider Providin' the rhyme that be deep as the Poseidon Adventure, niggas need to test they freakin' tincture For the sickness that be spreadin' with the quickness Remedy, cousin, I be doin' all my enemies Penalty, then I drink 40's to they memories Emotion, causin' through your town street vicinity Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity [Chorus: Method Man & (Dre & Suga T) What's that rhythm? What's that sound? Party people gettin' down When the hip comes down, it's that Graffiti, feel the beat! (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Keep it movin', baby, we be movin' 'em And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin' 'em And keep it movin', baby, we be movin' 'em And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin' 'em And keep it movin', baby, we be movin' 'em And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin' 'em And keep it movin', baby, we be movin' 'em And keep it movin', you know we keep it movโ€” uh! Y'all, somebody said it's on, if it is, then I'll be set To blow a nigga up with my five fingers of death I bring it to his whole damn fam', understand If you frontin' on any man down with the Clan I be comin' for the headpiece, you can't cope For my brother, I bring it to the floor or your mother Serial killer style, from New York So stat, my peoples, are you with me? Where you at? Shit's gettin' deep in here, I mean like thick Niggas lookin' all in my face like they want dick It's about to hit the fan, hit the floor That's all I can stand and I can't stands no more What is it? Niggas think they bigger Because they got they finger on the trigger of a biscuit They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it Eat they raw sound, wash it down with a Mistic Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the truth But he don't want the hassle, so he try to overthrow the castle Better yet the temple, I'm comin' to your town Wack down the rental, call the pistol Got, if you don't wanna burn from the Glock Then beware of buckshots, meanin' what? The buck stops Here, no more dough will be made Unless it's being made by who? [Chorus: Method Man & (Dre & Suga T) What's that rhythm? What's that sound? Party people gettin' down When the hip comes down, it's that Graffiti, feel the beat! (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Keep it movin', baby, we be movin' 'em And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin' 'em And keep it movin', baby, we be movin' 'em And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin' 'em And keep it movin', baby, we be movin' 'em And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin' 'em And keep it movin', baby, we be movin' 'em And keep it movin', you know we keep it movโ€” uh! And keep it, and keep it, and keep it And keep it movin', baby, we be movin' 'em You know we keep it, and keep it movin' And keep it, and keep it, and keep it movin', baby, we be movin' 'em And keep it movin' You know we keep it, and keep it movin' And keep it, and keep it, and keep it And keep it movin', baby, we be movin' 'em