Water - Method Man, Chedda Bang

Ridin' dirty, got a Ruger in your lap

Black suit, 7:30, couple shooters from the trap

They done killed the homie brother

Whatchu supposed to do with that?

Who’s gonna tell his baby mother that her dude ain’t coming back?

That kind of pain is hard to put into a rap

The block is hot and can’t nobody move a pack

When you shooting onsite, you aim the Ruger at his naps

Cut his tongue, hog-tie him, things we usually do to rats

What?

Who gassed you up and threw a match?

Don’t want police to line you up and you a match

Fool them clowns into thinking you a snack

Brought a gun to wash it down and you can drink it through the tap

That’s my reaction, now react

Now try to picture Malcolm X without the strap

If Meth Man could navigate the globe without a map,

I could beat the pussy up without a scratch

Time ticking teams clicking, it’s a

I’m trying to bury about a trillion

Meth Lab bitch catch us on ya

And when we coming, we be flowing likes it’s water

I’m so ignorant, spend it before I make it make it

pour salt on my food before I taste it

Pour salt in your wounds, right in the basement

All of us, statement, one vision

Rich dreams

Couple scars, I heal quicker than wolverine

Population, pink slips, quarter greens

Hood millionaires hide when the wolves out

Move with security, hold tight to your jewelry

That’s my reaction, now react

Once your hood pass revoked, you never get it back

Benz’s, Bentley’s, nah nigga don’t tempt me

Trust I got it on me, I’ma squeeze til it’s empty

Lord forgive me, i need that new 550

With the cocaine seats, I’m so street

And when the police came, we don’t speak

From my hood to your hood, ain’t nothin sweet

Time ticking teams clicking, it’s a

I’m trying to bury about a trillion

Meth Lab bitch catch us on ya

And when we coming, we be flowing likes it’s water