Song | Killin' Fields |
Artist | Method Man |
Album | Tical 2000: Judgement Day |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Derrick Harris & Method Man | |
作词 : Harris, Smith | |
{intro, some lady, whatEVA} | |
{Method babbles for a bit about Wu affiliates} | |
[Method Man] | |
Shoes full of dirt, kickin sand on your works | |
Somethin gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse | |
Live in concert, kids comin out they shirts | |
I'm hyped now, jumpin in the crowd, feet first | |
Meant it when I said it, lungs bring the pain son | |
without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic | |
Needin help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickel | |
Bust back take em witchu, survival of the fittest | |
and the world out to get us, I feel it in my bones | |
I can feel it in my testosterone when it's on | |
Stat' bring it back, hard rap for your pussycat | |
Cognac, off the meat rack, where the pussy at? | |
Johnny, got these niggaz mad at they mommy | |
Jumpin on my hard salami, say what you like | |
In the heat of the night, I crash individuals | |
Splash on the mic airtight with the lyrical | |
Chorus: | |
Nigga run with it, have fun with it | |
Blow your gun with it, and be done with it | |
Welcome to the killin field, where Johnny Dangerous | |
Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin through changes | |
[Method Man] | |
It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend | |
of herbs and spices on mic devices, murder men | |
Make em mices I recommend, somethin that's priceless | |
For you rap hooligans, claimin you nicest | |
Call it what you like kid.. you can even call | |
a psychic for all I care, still ain't got a prayer | |
amonst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini | |
Word to Bad Bird that fucked nerds in bikinis | |
Observer, lyrical flur's, you bein served | |
from the gizzard, pluckin yo' nerves with nouns and verbs | |
From the ghetto to the suburbs, I must be heard | |
Niggaz get what niggaz deserve | |
You can put that on my Clan logo, Wu-Tang group or solo | |
Bloody up my next promo | |
with the blood of the next bozo, clown-ass niggaz be loco | |
Puffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoa | |
Chorus | |
[Method Man] | |
Yo yo, shit be hot in the kettle pot | |
Twisted metal bust shot til the beef settle, forget me not | |
City nights get a nigga hype, scar of life | |
Send em back now we Poltergeist, ghost, tell em | |
who the number the one rap host? Huh? | |
Verbal overdose leave em comatose, huh? | |
The nigga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickel | |
Bust back and take em witchu, eye for eye | |
Never lie, crossin my heart, hopin you die | |
Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired | |
I'm off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggaz need that | |
They need gats, cockin heat back, be out like Freejack | |
The heat's on, you think one-eight, and Johnny's blamed | |
Who that nigga burn biscuits, and spit flame | |
Leave no witness, in the fast lane with shady bitches | |
that only want me for my riches, I know your steez | |
Terror Fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees | |
from this ravenous, MC's be yappin | |
Meth be the co-captain, on Def Jam's that's close captioned | |
for hearin impaired, to get a share, now what's happenin | |
Money to share, that's why we here | |
And y'all actin, like we can't eat, like y'all eat | |
Now we scrappin, out in the street | |
I know your crew's hardheaded motherfuckers | |
and I'm just like you | |
Chorus | |
Welcome to the killin field, where Johnny Dangerous | |
Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin through changes | |
I been in the ghetto all my life | |
I swore to take that bitch for better or for worse, yaknowhatI'msayin? | |
That's for life nigga y'know? Til death do us part.. |
zuo qu : Derrick Harris Method Man | |
zuo ci : Harris, Smith | |
intro, some lady, whatEVA | |
Method babbles for a bit about Wu affiliates | |
Method Man | |
Shoes full of dirt, kickin sand on your works | |
Somethin gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse | |
Live in concert, kids comin out they shirts | |
I' m hyped now, jumpin in the crowd, feet first | |
Meant it when I said it, lungs bring the pain son | |
without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic | |
Needin help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickel | |
Bust back take em witchu, survival of the fittest | |
and the world out to get us, I feel it in my bones | |
I can feel it in my testosterone when it' s on | |
Stat' bring it back, hard rap for your pussycat | |
Cognac, off the meat rack, where the pussy at? | |
Johnny, got these niggaz mad at they mommy | |
Jumpin on my hard salami, say what you like | |
In the heat of the night, I crash individuals | |
Splash on the mic airtight with the lyrical | |
Chorus: | |
Nigga run with it, have fun with it | |
Blow your gun with it, and be done with it | |
Welcome to the killin field, where Johnny Dangerous | |
Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin through changes | |
Method Man | |
It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend | |
of herbs and spices on mic devices, murder men | |
Make em mices I recommend, somethin that' s priceless | |
For you rap hooligans, claimin you nicest | |
Call it what you like kid.. you can even call | |
a psychic for all I care, still ain' t got a prayer | |
amonst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini | |
Word to Bad Bird that fucked nerds in bikinis | |
Observer, lyrical flur' s, you bein served | |
from the gizzard, pluckin yo' nerves with nouns and verbs | |
From the ghetto to the suburbs, I must be heard | |
Niggaz get what niggaz deserve | |
You can put that on my Clan logo, WuTang group or solo | |
Bloody up my next promo | |
with the blood of the next bozo, clownass niggaz be loco | |
Puffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoa | |
Chorus | |
Method Man | |
Yo yo, shit be hot in the kettle pot | |
Twisted metal bust shot til the beef settle, forget me not | |
City nights get a nigga hype, scar of life | |
Send em back now we Poltergeist, ghost, tell em | |
who the number the one rap host? Huh? | |
Verbal overdose leave em comatose, huh? | |
The nigga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickel | |
Bust back and take em witchu, eye for eye | |
Never lie, crossin my heart, hopin you die | |
Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired | |
I' m off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggaz need that | |
They need gats, cockin heat back, be out like Freejack | |
The heat' s on, you think oneeight, and Johnny' s blamed | |
Who that nigga burn biscuits, and spit flame | |
Leave no witness, in the fast lane with shady bitches | |
that only want me for my riches, I know your steez | |
Terror Fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees | |
from this ravenous, MC' s be yappin | |
Meth be the cocaptain, on Def Jam' s that' s close captioned | |
for hearin impaired, to get a share, now what' s happenin | |
Money to share, that' s why we here | |
And y' all actin, like we can' t eat, like y' all eat | |
Now we scrappin, out in the street | |
I know your crew' s hardheaded motherfuckers | |
and I' m just like you | |
Chorus | |
Welcome to the killin field, where Johnny Dangerous | |
Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin through changes | |
I been in the ghetto all my life | |
I swore to take that bitch for better or for worse, yaknowhatI' msayin? | |
That' s for life nigga y' know? Til death do us part.. |
zuò qǔ : Derrick Harris Method Man | |
zuò cí : Harris, Smith | |
intro, some lady, whatEVA | |
Method babbles for a bit about Wu affiliates | |
Method Man | |
Shoes full of dirt, kickin sand on your works | |
Somethin gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse | |
Live in concert, kids comin out they shirts | |
I' m hyped now, jumpin in the crowd, feet first | |
Meant it when I said it, lungs bring the pain son | |
without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic | |
Needin help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickel | |
Bust back take em witchu, survival of the fittest | |
and the world out to get us, I feel it in my bones | |
I can feel it in my testosterone when it' s on | |
Stat' bring it back, hard rap for your pussycat | |
Cognac, off the meat rack, where the pussy at? | |
Johnny, got these niggaz mad at they mommy | |
Jumpin on my hard salami, say what you like | |
In the heat of the night, I crash individuals | |
Splash on the mic airtight with the lyrical | |
Chorus: | |
Nigga run with it, have fun with it | |
Blow your gun with it, and be done with it | |
Welcome to the killin field, where Johnny Dangerous | |
Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin through changes | |
Method Man | |
It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend | |
of herbs and spices on mic devices, murder men | |
Make em mices I recommend, somethin that' s priceless | |
For you rap hooligans, claimin you nicest | |
Call it what you like kid.. you can even call | |
a psychic for all I care, still ain' t got a prayer | |
amonst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini | |
Word to Bad Bird that fucked nerds in bikinis | |
Observer, lyrical flur' s, you bein served | |
from the gizzard, pluckin yo' nerves with nouns and verbs | |
From the ghetto to the suburbs, I must be heard | |
Niggaz get what niggaz deserve | |
You can put that on my Clan logo, WuTang group or solo | |
Bloody up my next promo | |
with the blood of the next bozo, clownass niggaz be loco | |
Puffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoa | |
Chorus | |
Method Man | |
Yo yo, shit be hot in the kettle pot | |
Twisted metal bust shot til the beef settle, forget me not | |
City nights get a nigga hype, scar of life | |
Send em back now we Poltergeist, ghost, tell em | |
who the number the one rap host? Huh? | |
Verbal overdose leave em comatose, huh? | |
The nigga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickel | |
Bust back and take em witchu, eye for eye | |
Never lie, crossin my heart, hopin you die | |
Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired | |
I' m off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggaz need that | |
They need gats, cockin heat back, be out like Freejack | |
The heat' s on, you think oneeight, and Johnny' s blamed | |
Who that nigga burn biscuits, and spit flame | |
Leave no witness, in the fast lane with shady bitches | |
that only want me for my riches, I know your steez | |
Terror Fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees | |
from this ravenous, MC' s be yappin | |
Meth be the cocaptain, on Def Jam' s that' s close captioned | |
for hearin impaired, to get a share, now what' s happenin | |
Money to share, that' s why we here | |
And y' all actin, like we can' t eat, like y' all eat | |
Now we scrappin, out in the street | |
I know your crew' s hardheaded motherfuckers | |
and I' m just like you | |
Chorus | |
Welcome to the killin field, where Johnny Dangerous | |
Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin through changes | |
I been in the ghetto all my life | |
I swore to take that bitch for better or for worse, yaknowhatI' msayin? | |
That' s for life nigga y' know? Til death do us part.. |