[Intro: Method Man] You don´t want no problems, problems You don´t want no problems, problems Yeah... real man... with ya stinkin´ ass
Come on... that´s my nigga right there... let´s do it Never count me out, nigga, just count me in... yeah...
[Method Man] Look, I ain´t came to bone these chicks Not this time, I got a bone to pick, I got a zone to pick Now, who that nigga in the zone and shit Back in the building like he own the bitch, nobody cold as this If I ain´t got it, then it don´t exist I spit that bird flu, my flows is sick, I´m still as ill as they come Protect Ya Neck, when you dealing with them Now Erick stick a fork in him, he done, hah It boggles the mind, like try´nna ´ketchup´ to a bottle of Heinz
It´s like forensics try´nna follow the crime, they want time And sometime, a nigga had to swallow them dimes While 85 percent swallowing swine, see Wherever he roam, it´s all gravy, man, whatever he hone Long as I got myself a Marilyn loan, phillies are better chrome If there´s a problem, nigga, let it be known And while I sleep, my bitch be checkin´ my phone, cause I´m a problem, nigga
[Chorus: Method Man] Ease up, or put them g´s up Scream at ya frog, nigga leap up (now who got a problem with that?) They need to beast up, nigga, speak up or Forever hold they peace up (if they got a problem with that)
Hey you (don´t want no problem nigga) Hey you (don´t want no problem nigga) Hey you (don´t want no problem nigga) Hey you (don´t want no problem nigga) Hey you ("Believe, what I say, when I tell ya" - DMX sample) Yeah, you, nigga, you don´t want no problem with that
[Method Man] Look, my Clan all one in the same Until my name number one in the game, it´s not a game, nigga Like Billy Danze, I be running with "Fame" Me and my lynch mob coming to hang, it´s Wu-Tang for life Hard body, another day in the life Credit his momma now for raising him right, just want the people to know
I´m bout to blow, like I´m shaking the dice Making me mad? Nah, y´all making me right, cause y´all was taking me light So let my pen talk and say what he like And have the court system say and indict, I´m O.J. on the mic Liquid plumber, I be laying the pipe And if it´s tight, girl, I´m staying tonight Not only raising on the price, on M.C.´ing, but I´m raising the bar And if you scary, nigga, wait in the car Motherfuckers I´m hard, hard as cooked up in mayonaise jars Purple haze, Cuban layed cigars, I´m a problem, nigga
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[Method Man] E, you know I´m just like that Big baller nigga, just like Shaq, so come on, niggaz If they bust, I better bust right back Meth spit it from the gut, like *gunshot* man down I´m that dude, hands down, stare down I´m past due, for Cash Rule, y´all can´t clown I´m bank now, your ass lose, nothing but rhyme New York Times, I´m bad news, and I´ma problem, nigga