[Intro:]
I´ll give you three seconds to come out wit´ your hands up, one, two
This is my own private domicile
I will not be harassed, motherfucker!

[Verse 1: Method Man]
Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it´s time to cook
Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book
Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin´ just by a look
I´m a crook, like some fish in a barrel, I got ´em hooked
Blame the Method, your sanity took, go ´head, admit it
You a meth head that live on the edge, just need a push
I´m your pusher, supplier, I´m back, the cheese on the wire
If a snitch burnin´, wouldn´t even piss on the fire
Now you kids learnin´, I ain´t tryin´ to preach to the choir

Now the kids earnin´ like them dealers that he admire
Got that whip workin´ like I´m sacrificin´ a virgin
That´s a burden, but I´m certain you´re feelin´ it, after you try
You can´t deny I cook a batch like, ´Woo´
Hazardous material, you´d need a hazmat suit
Now you lookin´ at me like, ´What´s a hazmat suit?´
Somethin´ used to move a body, you don´t have that loop

[Bridge 1:]
Let´s talk about trust
I told you not to cook my recipe
And you went ahead and did it anyway
Cause I never said I wouldn´t cook it

Cause it ain´t yours, it´s ours, bitch

[Verse 2: Hanz On]
Hookers in the kitchen, chemistry is the best recipe
Especially this shit, I´m takin´ on bets
Pressure cookers, percolate ´em like chefs
Meth labs here to the West, wools on them gear trims grassed
Mr. Barker, General, front and center (What up?)
Got them burners wit´ them bodies on them, have me in cuffs
Killer´s focused, slam it up in them trucks
Eyes low, grippin´ the toast, trigger finger, playin´ it close
You think it´s a game? It´s imperative, we show ´em we live
These niggas playin´ wit´ this money, funny how niggas die

They say it´s over when the fat kid cry, ratchets fly here to the Chi´

[Bridge 2:]
You think you can stop me from cookin´?
You cook whatever you like, as long it´s that B work
These niggas be runnin´ around in the street wit´ everyday
Don´t even think about usin´ my grade A
You should try and stop me, bitch

[Verse 3: Streetlife]
I´m in the meth lab concoctin´ another concoction
Decisions, decisions, just weighin´ my options
The formula highly addictive, it´s havoc for me
Side effects life-threatenin´, the surgeon´s warnin´

I write a prescription just for meth abusers
Regulate your dose intake for heavy users
For generations, I been servin´ these rap fiends
Babies born addicted to the metric, know what I mean?
You´re recoverin´, but you still use frequently
So wet your court hearin´, judge show some leniency
Can´t escape old havoc, so you copy the new shit
Wit´ your kids in your cars, see, pumpin´ that Wu shit
We worldwide, supply and demand, I got the upper-hand
Check my passport, global support
Informant lands non-commercial goods, that raw and uncut
That got them breakin´ bad at the gate for the re-up

[Outro: Method Man and Streetlife]
What up, Street?
Yo, what up, man?
We gon´ put some "Welcome to the meth lab" on there
Man, you know, it´s straight gutter shit, nigga
Yeah, you ready to get ´em this time?
Yeah, always, man
Alright, so I´m a leave it up to you
Go ´head, show ´em what you got