| Song | Killin' Fields |
| Artist | Method Man |
| Album | Tical 2000: Judgement Day |
| 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.. |
| 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.. |