Method Man - Sub Crazy

Aight? Check it out (fuck that)
Word, niggas smoke too fuckin' much, man
(Check it out y'all, check it, check it out)

We can all get by if we want now
Get a fat piece of the pie if we want
Motherfuckers gettin' mad high when they want now
I will survive, recognize it be Tical

What up, ock? Niggas is strapped, ready for war
On the ill block, things just ain't peace no more
Fuck it, if you ain't with me then forget me
Niggas tried to stick me, retaliation, no hesitation shifty (bitch)
Creepin' niggas in the dark, triggers with no heart
Rippin' ass apart, I be swimmin' with the sharks now (yeah)
Stay out my water or it's manslaughter
Kid, you oughta start reachin' for that nickel-plated auto-
Matic, my thoughts get sporadic (uh)
Loaded raps bustin' mad shots to ya attic (woo)
They say this hazardous flow's a hazard
Straight from Hazzard County with a bounty on his head
And it said, "Wanted Dead or Alive"
I swear by the whites of they eyes
To never take a dive I will survive

We can all get by if we want now
Get a fat piece of the pie if we want
Motherfuckers gettin' mad high when they want now
I will survive, recognize it be Tical

Here we go, star

Shit's gonna happen if niggas start actin'
Like they want problems, you want 'em? You got 'em
Rap contact, is writin' this exact-
Ly, the way it should be, attack
Killer Bees on a swarm
Alaikum as-salaam, drops bombs like Qur'an
The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism
I bust rhymes like jizm
Impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom
Decipher the stee, I be hyper
I dwindle the style, that rekindle like old flames
Saliva, check the wicked flows I deliva
Oops, I mean deliver like the Hudson River
Styles be trite, trife like a thief in the night
I be the sneaky-ass nigga bustin' nuts in your wife
Blasted, buggin' off Bacardi and acid
Flippin' on the mic, it's a classic

Written by:
Clifford Smith, Robert F. Diggs

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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