Bring The Pain (Instrumental)
Method Man"Bring The Pain (Instrumental)" เป็นเพลงของ Method Man, 2014, Pop ความยาว 3:08, 80 lines / 608 words
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0:00Bring the pain-Method Man
0:07Basically can't f**k with me
0:10I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
0:13Let's go inside my astral plane
0:15Find out my mental's based on instrumental
0:17Records hey so I can write monumental
0:19Methods I'm not the king
0:21But niggaz is decaf I stick 'em for the cream
0:23Check it just how deep can sh*t get
0:26Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
0:29In your cross color clothes you've crossed over
0:31Then got totally krossed out and Kris Kross
0:34Who da boss Niggaz get tossed to the side
0:36And I'm the dark side of the force
0:37Of course it's the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
0:40I be hectic and comin' for the head piece protect it
0:43F**k it two tears in a bucket niggaz want the ruckus
0:46Bustin' at me brush now bust it
0:48Styles I gets buck wild
0:49Method Man on some sh*t pullin' niggaz files
0:52I'm sick insane crazy drivin' Miss Daisy
0:55Out her f**kin' mind now I got Martin Swayze
0:57Is it real son is it really real son
0:59Let me know it's real son if it's really real
1:01Something I could feel son load it up and kill one
1:04Want it raw deal son if it's really real
1:06And when I was a lil' stereo
1:08(Stereo)
1:09I listened to some champion
1:10(Champion)
1:12I always wondered
1:13(Wondered)
1:14Will now I be the numba one
1:15(Tical Hahaha)
1:16Now you listen to de gargon
1:18(Gargon )
1:18And de gargon summary
1:21And any man dat come test me
1:23(Test me)
1:23Me gwanna lick out dem brains
1:25(It's like that)
1:26Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
1:28The only way you hang is by the neck ni**a poke
1:30Off the set comin' to your projects
1:32Take it as a threat better yet it's a promise
1:34Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam sh*t
1:36Ni**a you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb sh*t
1:39And it's gonna get even worse word to God
1:41It's the Wu comin' through sickin' niggaz for they garments
1:44Movin' on your left southpaw 'em it's the Meth
1:46Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
1:48You can come test realize you're no contest
1:51Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
1:53Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
1:56Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
1:58Check it 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
2:01Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof
2:03Huh vodka no OJ no straw when you give it to me aiy give it to me raw
2:08I've learned when you drink absolute straight it burns
2:11Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
2:13I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
2:15All I need is chemical bank to pay da mo'
2:18What basically that Meth-Tical ninety-four style
2:22Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
2:23We have to stick you
2:26Is it real son is it really real son
2:28Let me know it's real son if it's really real
2:31Something I could feel son load it up and kill one
2:33Want it raw deal son if it's really real
2:36I'll f**kin' I'll f**kin' cut your kneecaps off
2:40And make you kneel in some staircase piss
2:46I'll f**kin' cut your eyelids off
2:50And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills
2:55Is it real son is it really real son
2:57Let me know it's real son if it's really real
2:59Something I could feel son load it up and kill one
3:01Want it raw deal son if it's really real
3:07So f**k the hoe
3:07(So)
3:08F**k the hoe
Bring the pain-Method Man Basically can't f**k with me I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental's based on instrumental Records hey so I can write monumental Methods I'm not the king But niggaz is decaf I stick 'em for the cream Check it just how deep can sh*t get Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it In your cross color clothes you've crossed over Then got totally krossed out and Kris Kross Who da boss Niggaz get tossed to the side And I'm the dark side of the force Of course it's the Method Man from the Wu-Tang Clan I be hectic and comin' for the head piece protect it F**k it two tears in a bucket niggaz want the ruckus Bustin' at me brush now bust it Styles I gets buck wild Method Man on some sh*t pullin' niggaz files I'm sick insane crazy drivin' Miss Daisy Out her f**kin' mind now I got Martin Swayze Is it real son is it really real son Let me know it's real son if it's really real Something I could feel son load it up and kill one Want it raw deal son if it's really real And when I was a lil' stereo (Stereo) I listened to some champion (Champion) I always wondered (Wondered) Will now I be the numba one (Tical Hahaha) Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon ) And de gargon summary And any man dat come test me (Test me) Me gwanna lick out dem brains (It's like that) Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope The only way you hang is by the neck ni**a poke Off the set comin' to your projects Take it as a threat better yet it's a promise Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam sh*t Ni**a you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb sh*t And it's gonna get even worse word to God It's the Wu comin' through sickin' niggaz for they garments Movin' on your left southpaw 'em it's the Meth Came to represent and carve my name in your chest You can come test realize you're no contest Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West Quick on the draw with my hands on the four Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore Check it 'cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof Huh vodka no OJ no straw when you give it to me aiy give it to me raw I've learned when you drink absolute straight it burns Enough to give my chest hairs a perm I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe All I need is chemical bank to pay da mo' What basically that Meth-Tical ninety-four style Northern spicy brown mustard hoes We have to stick you Is it real son is it really real son Let me know it's real son if it's really real Something I could feel son load it up and kill one Want it raw deal son if it's really real I'll f**kin' I'll f**kin' cut your kneecaps off And make you kneel in some staircase piss I'll f**kin' cut your eyelids off And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills Is it real son is it really real son Let me know it's real son if it's really real Something I could feel son load it up and kill one Want it raw deal son if it's really real So f**k the hoe (So) F**k the hoe
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