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letra de meth vs. chef - method man

intro:

duel, worthy of a general
if you want to fight, fight with me!
one to one! man to man!

get ready to gel team!
live and direct from the one-six-ooh
we got tical, pow! raekwon the chef, tical!
it’s about to go on, tical!
you make the call, i make the call!
it’s all for all
method man, raekwon the chef
(count my sh-lls)
and there’s about to be one left
(count my sh-lls, n-gg-)
i know you know it’son kid
(bring that sh-t i don’t give a f-ck!)
-bell rings-

verse one: method man

who lit that sh-t it was i the ch-nky-eye
cheeba-hawk from new york, tical staten isle
n-gg-z thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught
a bad situation, cause i’m a sandwich short
of a picnic, cause you ain’t equipped with the sickening
style, blowing up the spot like ballistic
missiles, i be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven
tearing up the power-u, me-tical
a bad motherf-cking buddah monk, what the f-ck
hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front
out the frame, hit the p-ssycat for the pain
of the dog sh-t, n-body move run your garments
a rugged vet, terrible like a champion sweat
wrap a power in a tec, to wet
a n-gg- up, with all the dangerous diseases
sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever
f-cker, i think it’s bout time that you suffer
bobbin on my n-b like an all day sucker
-bell rings- b-tch!
meth vs. chef
(it’s my turn) meth vs. chef
(yo let’s bring that sh-t baby) meth vs. chef
(yo, yeah, one more time n-gg-) meth vs. chef
(callin me out, it’s goin off) i blow your f-ckin -ss to death
-bell rings-

verse two: raekwon the chef

i’m goin all out kid no turnbacks
you could try to front, get smoked and that’s that
lyric -ss-ssin, dressed in black buggin
sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then
i go to war in a conrete jungle, make the punt
cause n-gg-z act funny, and fumble
but i relax, count my sh-lls, a lot of heads gotta fly
n-gg-z stay strapped, armed to die
time for jet-black tim boot, flowin
wha-su god get him, hit em with the nine troop
no question, cha-cha-blow in the session
bloodshot in that direction, cypher
-bell rings-
‘tack you like chess moves best move
yo, yeah, yo
the boards, your -ss
‘tack, ‘tack, ‘tack, uh! -bell rings-
‘tack the boards like chess moves best move
at rae through, comin at your motherf-ckin crew
live direct, yeah you better step
gunshots ring on the set, let’s jet
motivate, to the gate
with some quick high rae stay fly, and rob your isle
airwaves, yo behave
now you’re a slave with the boots that paved the way
-bell rings three times-
ahh sh-t!

chef vs. meth vs. meth

- method man

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