Method Man Video (MV)

We in the club, got these niggas face sick, grab the medicine
We them niggas with the light, Thomas Edison
I can't hit the stage without my fye bro brought the metal in
This choppa make em rock and roll like heavy metal bands
Beat his ass with brass knuckles, I got metal hands Still keep that ruger on my side, that's my better man
Coulda easily been a ghost, god had better plans
Every nigga with me got a strap like the Taliban
Good dick and I spend, baby tell a friend
He got a stitch for tattletaling, he won't tell again
Ten racks for one show, shit just tell me when
I ain't have the keys, I kick the door, bro im headed in
Blue Glock, red Beam, like I'm Mega man
How the hell he hate me i ain't never even met the man
My niggas stay with the sauce, call him method man
Sco pop the trunk, grab the chop like
He Jackie Chan
So I'm Chris Tucker, that's yo bitch Tucker
Diamonds on my neck, I might go and let my wrist f*ck her
Up the price on they ass and make em feel that
Only nigga that can coach me is Phil Jack
Feel like Jordan when he came back for that fourth ring
I been knocking shit down, f*cking hoes since 14
All this pain in my body, man I need some morphine
All these drugs coming in, what that mean need morphine
Yeah, count the money in bed
Niggas looking for the crumbs, I'm looking for bread
Niggas looking in the past, I'm looking ahead
Niggas talking to the feds, I'm shaking my head
Oh that's don on the stage, I'm shaking my dreads
Only put an inch in that bitch, she's shaking her legs
Hope our daddy ain't upstairs cause I'm shaking the bed
Drop down on your knees, I find pleasure in making her beg
Bitch choke ,I get pleasure in making her gag
Bitch broke, shaking ass, ain't making a bag
F*cked a opp, baby mama, I'm making em mad
Little bitch went to be a stripper, I'm blaming her dad
Pull up in a Rolls, had to cut the top off, whip like amber rose
If it make it in my hands, then it's getting sold
Used to cell nicks on trap phones, damn I'm getting old
Damn I used to trap on the nextels, hit the block tryna make my next sales
If my tape don't blow, I feel like the next will
If you make it out your hill, you fortunate like Maxwell, look
Blue Glock, red beam like I'm Mega Man
How the hell he hate me, I ain't met the man
My niggas stay with the sauce, call him method man
Sco pop the trunk, grab the chop like he Jackie Chan
You told me to come out this bitch, you said we gonna have a good-ass time, nigga
Nigga, it was a good time at first, but shit, I ain't think shit was gonna happen like that
Shit, if any nigga woulda jumped stupid, nigga, nigga woulda got his ass beating that bitch
Man, f*ck them niggas, man Hey, hold on, wait up
That's them niggas right there
Oh, shit, hold on, go, go, go, go, go