Step By Step
Method Man« Step By Step » est une chanson de Method Man, 1998, Pop. La chanson dure 3:14, 53 lines / 395 words.
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0:01This goes out
0:02To all the big head niggaz
0:04And all them big head b**ches
0:06You know my steez-o
0:08Yo yo yo yo
0:10Deadly melodic robotic steez-o blur your optic
0:13So you can't see the topic condition combo
0:15Blaze bring the heat to your mourning like alonzo
0:18Head honcho like eastwood gun in my pancho
0:21Another bad desperado trapped inbetween
0:23The hills and the el dorados but you can't do that
0:26Welcome to the wheel of fortune where pat don't sajak
0:29Bring it to these cats often the biggest payback
0:31Is when I condemn men to purgatory
0:34Stick a pen do em in eight million stories
0:36In the naked mr method blade runner
0:38Blood stain on my track record top gunner
0:42You know its sick now just a little bit aw sh*t
0:44Can't quit now hard as a brick whats this
0:47Make em get down head where I fit more grip
0:49Hold this sh*t down she don't know you better school her
0:53（step in the arena sample scratched）
0:54Step by step inch by inch piece by piece bit by bit
0:57Step by step inch by inch piece by piece bit by bit
1:03Tinction agenda mind bender
1:06No retreat no surrender head trauma
1:08Death before dishonor sword and golden armor
1:11Undetected stealth bomber blow the session
1:13With immaculate conception hit yo section
1:16With my def squad connection the green-eyed bandit
1:18E double up dammit iron lung
1:20Flow taste like a knuckle sandwich now you know
1:24Its time that I take advantage take command yo
1:26Cops caught me red-handed
1:28Blood on the dance floor
1:29Or was it michael jackson
1:31F**k it time for some action
1:32Check my re-runs an see whats happening
2:06Before she get her back blown
2:07Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on now I'm reloadin
2:11Automate and keep it goin right and exact
2:13Runnin track like I'm jesse owens catch em wit my rap slogan
2:17Jack frost leave em frozen
2:19Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my trojan
2:21Hand writtin a** whippin I keep spittin
2:24At any head-on collision throw dart wit precision
2:27And split decision tell your old folk
2:29And your children what I'm dealin
2:31Good times and hood rhymes from the villain
2:33Till I see you at the ooh-building motherf**kers
3:09This one is dedicated to my big head niggaz
3:12And all them big head b**ches
3:14All them big head b**ches
This goes out To all the big head niggaz And all them big head b**ches You know my steez-o Yo yo yo yo Deadly melodic robotic steez-o blur your optic So you can't see the topic condition combo Blaze bring the heat to your mourning like alonzo Head honcho like eastwood gun in my pancho Another bad desperado trapped inbetween The hills and the el dorados but you can't do that Welcome to the wheel of fortune where pat don't sajak Bring it to these cats often the biggest payback Is when I condemn men to purgatory Stick a pen do em in eight million stories In the naked mr method blade runner Blood stain on my track record top gunner You know its sick now just a little bit aw sh*t Can't quit now hard as a brick whats this Make em get down head where I fit more grip Hold this sh*t down she don't know you better school her （step in the arena sample scratched） Step by step inch by inch piece by piece bit by bit Step by step inch by inch piece by piece bit by bit Tinction agenda mind bender No retreat no surrender head trauma Death before dishonor sword and golden armor Undetected stealth bomber blow the session With immaculate conception hit yo section With my def squad connection the green-eyed bandit E double up dammit iron lung Flow taste like a knuckle sandwich now you know Its time that I take advantage take command yo Cops caught me red-handed Blood on the dance floor Or was it michael jackson F**k it time for some action Check my re-runs an see whats happening Before she get her back blown Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on now I'm reloadin Automate and keep it goin right and exact Runnin track like I'm jesse owens catch em wit my rap slogan Jack frost leave em frozen Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my trojan Hand writtin a** whippin I keep spittin At any head-on collision throw dart wit precision And split decision tell your old folk And your children what I'm dealin Good times and hood rhymes from the villain Till I see you at the ooh-building motherf**kers This one is dedicated to my big head niggaz And all them big head b**ches All them big head b**ches
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