Method Man - Kill Different Lyrics

Welcome back to the Meth Lab, hah
Now I'm back in that meth bag
Rappers, I'm revokin' they guest pass
I'm sayin' they just trash
Stripes and polka dots, we just clash (uh huh)
I'm here to issue challenge, y'all red flag
No Malice, I'm just bad
The Crips'll Pusha T and your head back
Go slap you in your head like, "go 'head, rap"
But movin' ahead 'fact, a head-shot to see where they head at
That means I'm tryna get it like head scratch
Get it? No head scratch
Ratchets and a P-L-O head wrap
These snitches, I don't know if them head tats or stitches (uh huh)
You preach, I'ma little vicious (vicious) while I'm freakin' your little misses
No biscuits but I'm all in that Bisquick (quick)
Hoes jump in your business (uh huh)
Groupie dudes jump in your pictures
They mother's like, "Please, Jesus, come fix it" (lawd)
Lord, them built different
Put hands on 'em, I'ma feel different
Take the S out of skill like kill different

Yeah, kill, kill-kill, kill-kill (the Meth Lab, nigga)
We gon' get this money 'cause the paper kill different (the Meth Lab, nigga)
F*ckin' game, nigga-game, nigga
Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill (the Meth Lab, nigga)
Let him kill himself 'cause the car peels different (the Meth Lab, nigga)
F*ckin' game, nigga-game, nigga
Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill (the Meth Lab, nigga)
Yeah, we gon' reach the top 'cause success appeals different (the Meth Lab, nigga)
F*ckin' game, nigga-game, nigga
Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill (the Meth Lab, nigga)
We gon' get this money 'cause the paper kills different (the Meth Lab, nigga)

Hear me out, my zeal is ill, hunnid percent
Fly, cut cloth, it's like the baddest bitch in Brazil
We know what it feels
That's why we be composed and drill
And keep our whizzes hittin' the hills
Take this mill', gladly
I feel a mode of hate, I'll hold you with steel
Everything else we gotta build
Blow a bill, facts be real
Stay away from the snakes, they eels
They live in swamps near the fields
I be on chill, can't call it no other way
Watchin' Netflix and Breakin' Bad bills
Pumpin' krills back in 1980 fills
FILA suits and grills
Don't get caught, caught-up on the corners
I'm only here to warn ya, let's just be real
Feel a hustler's reign with the ambition to make a hunnid bills
Stackin' money, talk to bosses
Stay hun' mills', remember Chef one
Blow hills, yeah

Yeah, kill, kill-kill, kill-kill (the Meth Lab, nigga)
We gon' get this money 'cause the paper kill different (the Meth Lab, nigga)
F*ckin' game, nigga-game, nigga
Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill (the Meth Lab, nigga)
Let him kill himself 'cause the car peels different (the Meth Lab, nigga)
F*ckin' game, nigga-game, nigga
Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill (the Meth Lab, nigga)
Yeah, we gon' reach the top 'cause success appeals different (the Meth Lab, nigga)
F*ckin' game, nigga-game, nigga
Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill (the Meth Lab, nigga)
We gon' get this money 'cause the paper kills different (the Meth Lab, nigga)

Louis Rich, nigga
It's not no mother f*ckin' game, nigga
We very strong over here
Paid our mother f*ckin' dues, nigga
That's right
Meth Lab, nigga
Hanz
Stallion
Ticallion Stallion, I call him that, nigga
That's a horse, that's a race horse right there, boy
You know what we do, nigga
Been on our Ferrari shit, nigga
Been on our f*ckin' motor vehicle fly shit, nigga