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点击复制What's Happenin' - Method Man
作词：Bakshi / Burman / Jordan
作曲：Clifford Smith / T Smith / H. Jordan / Anand Bakshi / Rahul Dev Burman
Aiyo Tical What up fam
You know Busta-Bust had to come see you
God it's good to see you God
Good too see you too God
Let's take the streets for a little ride Okay we ridin' high
Yeah you better light your L smoke your L
And just kiss the sky
Huh And if you ever disrespect the Bust or Meth find their mentor
Yeah I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time
Yeah aiyo Come on
I came to bring the pain more hard to the brain
Tical I'm bustin' that ass again
I burn like acid rain that acid slang
These niggaz try'nna see how I come ash again
Main and evident I'm huntin' yes Meth for president
Be in hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of it
And I ain't yellow kid flows hot as kettle get
Now if you ain't ****in' with that you must be celibate
Spaz Just a little got a sack lookin' fizzle
Little hash in the middle where it at In the middle yup
Mommy if you got a fat ass make it jiggle yup
Put it in my next video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work til their ain't any left
I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less
Think fast come on bank cash come on
Everybody do it with your stank ass just come on
Make you rob somebody what grab somebody what
Stomp somebody what slap somebody what
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi what
Wild out spaz in the club we in the party what
Brooklyn come on Shaolin come on
Queensbridge down to Long Island come on
Bronx nigga come on Manhattan come on
To each and every hood what's happening come on
Yeah let 'em talk nigga come on Bust
Aiyo Meth let me get at these niggaz Yeah
Now watch me back your **** up I hope your people pull up
And pick up and pack your **** up homey it's time to move
While I'm singin' ma do you let relieve you of all of your
Figure seating sketching never believe in your niggaz come on
Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting
Aimin' attackin' instead I'mma let one of my *****es slap you
I ain't watch you when your niggaz'll try
To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant
Very defiant once I give you the pressure
And then I apply it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet sss
Oh
Captain of this ship so call me the pilot
I leave you and your crew to collide with me
Die stomp on a nigga just like a herd of a thousand cattle
That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit
Shot you worst than a brick and then be torturin' you
And then get the reverend and get to steppin' nigga
This shit'll make you
Rob somebody what grab somebody what
Stomp somebody what slap somebody what
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi what
Wild out spaz in the club we in the party what
Brooklyn come on Shaolin come on
Queensbridge down to Long Island come on
Bronx nigga come on Manhattan come on
To each and every hood what's happening come on
Haha that's the truth my nigga
Nigga listen listen let me talk Let me talk huh
Can't you see what I got for you now
Shake your big fat ass in front of me now
To all my high bidders to all my live niggaz
Just feel my heat and you know I'm gonna
Just keep the street but nigga did you
Know when you bout to lose it my nigga
See the police coming what Fireman coming what
Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin' what
I love to see it whenever you and your man frontin' what
Me and Meth'll step to you quick And smash somethin' what
Now who is he Dope M.C. killin these cowards
Wack niggaz get pimp slapped give me some powder
Click-clack one in your back now think about it
Get back runnin' your gap I can't allow it
Well every nigga set it off you know we seeing it through God
The streets be needing niggaz like me and you God
Aiyo I think we're up seen it from here we got a mile yo
Logical we should of done this **** a long time ago
I got that **** that make rappers **** in they shoes
Nasty M.C. I spit flows and spit in they food
Man don't tempt me I'm nothin' like a curious child
I'm simply a boy in the hood with furious childs this shit'll make you
Make you rob somebody what grab somebody what
Stomp somebody what slap somebody what
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi what
Wild out spaz in the club we in the party what
Brooklyn come on Shaolin come on
Queensbridge down to Long Island come on
Bronx nigga come on Manhattan come on
To each and every hood what's happening come on
Every day every rotation come with it Let me talk come on hah
Aiyo God Yeah lord
Flipmode/Wu-Tang nigga ain't that some shit
That's some **** actually truthfully Busta Bust Meth Tical
Yeah yeah let me know when you wanna do that again God
Shit we can do that right now shout out to New Jersey hahaha yeah