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Method Man - 03 Tical 2000 Judgement Day - Cradle Rock (feat. Left Eye) - текст песни

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03 Tical 2000 Judgement Day - Cradle Rock

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All the children come into the light
Rock a bye baby from the rooftop 
When the guns blow your cradle gets rocked 
When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall 
Down will come emcees fake shit and all
On top I be the show shot 
The bomb drop 
After shot blow your bumba claat to smithereens 
Time stop, flyin' guillotines 
Commin for your flock 
What you mean you spilled the beans, ay? 
Black out and thought I seen pop 
Lazer beam glock 
Whats a bird to a brother with a flock, wha? 
They got some nerve 
To even try and shit a turd 
On John J, flap a nigga gate 
With the wordplay 
Hot Nik shoot you with the gift 
Its your birthday 
God hatin' ugly in the worst way 
Fuck 'em like the Earth say 
From first day I survey the hassle 
Death knockin at your door 
In the Big Apple 
Meth rotton to the core 
Shackle, in the sound castle 
The doungeon, with vermin 
In the form of emcees determined 
To step foot on God soil 
Not knowin' that these egg heads come hard boiled 
And heavy handed 
The aliens they just landed 
And you in the way 
Overthrow these niggas planet 
Independance Day 
Felons, get split melons 
Homicide buck niggas get the buck with pelets 
Johnny 5 take it worldwide 
As long as I pledge aligence to the Dark Side 
I'll never die 
Who ya know with a flow like this? 
Bring em in 
What clan you know blow like this? 
Bring em in 
Take that nigga
You can't fake plannin' from the 
?Mack Control Theories? [Mack Control Theories] 
Murder in the first bring 'em back down to Earth 
You niggas don't hear me, prepare for the worst! 
[prepare for the worst] 
Verse Two: Method Man 
Times gon change, nuttin will remain the same 
Million dollar broke niggas still fucked up in the game 
Make me wanna choke niggas shittin' on my name 
Tuck your chain I approach nigga Go Against the Grain now 
?Hit the standin' brain? now 
Die Hard fan call me John John McClain now 
Snake vs the Crane Style 
Death to the enemy, Wu brother number one 
The centipede, trouble some 
Send 'em all to Kingdom Come 
Sun still shine one 
Time for your crooked mind 
Drunk off of cheap wine 
Son I'm in the street crime 
Every word, every line 
Got juice very fine 
Turn me loose on mankind 
Detionate the land mine 
Funk gets me goin' now 
Never sell, never sold 
Live by the code now 
Never tell, never told 
Darts I throw 
Like Clyde with the finger roll 
Clut shots an what not 
This is where the buck stops 
Still can't eat and y'all still cant sleep 
I eat up my ?self? as presidential emcee 
Wu-Tang killa bee 
The bee high facility 
In love with the blunt smoke 
Even though its killin me 
Bad vibes fillin me 
With thoughts of conspiricy 
White Water scandals with Bill Clinton Hilary 
Too hot to handle 
Well put together to dismantle 
Fucka, you heard me? 
Excuse me as I kiss the sky 
Catch me when I fall son I'm too young to die 
Me and Lefty, that be the Eye come test me 
If you don't know, you never know me 
Boost the birdie 
Ayyo, I got 360 degrees of self, that's mind body and spirit 
120 degrees a piece 
We gon' break it down into simple terms 
That's nine nigga nine 
Highest level of change 
It's too many niggas sittin' on they ass 
waitin' for shit to just happen 
Shit just don't happen 
Gon' fuck around a miss a buck 
If you take away the negative, make room for the positve 
Thats addin' and subtractin' on the real 
Niggas betta learn they math 
Cause if my calculations serve me 
Correct I'ma fuck around and have all this shit 
I'm on yo ass nigga
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