What The Blood Clot Lyrics
| Song | What The Blood Clot |
| Artist | Method Man |
| Album | Tical |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diggs, Smith | |
| Shit is bangin', son, you see what | |
| I'm sayin'? | |
| Our shit is bangin', son | |
| Yo, Shaolin runnin' this shit, son, runnin' this shit | |
| Wassup Y-Kim? | |
| Wassup nigga? | |
| Wassup up? | |
| Representin' | |
| Brownsville base | |
| Peace to all my | |
| Brownsville niggaz, what's goin on? | |
| Peace to all my mother****in' | |
| Putnam Avenue | |
| Bedford stuy, niggaz | |
| Peace to my, peace to my | |
| Wild Wild | |
| West Brighton, niggaz | |
| All I hear is gun shots, can | |
| I touch somethin'? | |
| What the blood clot? | |
| Nigga want | |
| Tical, make it happen | |
| You know my ****in' style, **** the rappin' | |
| We can take it back to '85 if you wanna start actin' like you alive | |
| It's all good, | |
| I'm rollin' with my click | |
| Owls, Backwoods and | |
| Phillies, smokin' cess blunts mixed with illy | |
| Got me flusted, now the whole world looks dusted | |
| I'm in the area with the skill that never rusted | |
| For real, nigga, touch it and you burn | |
| When will mother****ers learn | |
| What be spreadin' like a germ? | |
| Ha, ha, it's | |
| Meth, word | |
| I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it | |
| I'm on point, like a fax machine, you get the message | |
| It be no question and them bust the second guessin' | |
| Keep your thoughts on your lessons | |
| What the blood clot? | |
| To tell the truth, you don't amaze me | |
| Killa Hill | |
| Project, a | |
| Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me, what? | |
| Check the | |
| Raider Ruckus, **** this, smoke a | |
| Dutchmaster | |
| Have 'em screamin' for the duchess, yeah, | |
| I gotta have it | |
| So I strive to stack my papes, if | |
| I don't do it for myself | |
| I'ma do it for | |
| Case 'cause that's my people | |
| I'm giving you injections that be lethal | |
| Weapon, when niggaz start the half steppin' then | |
| I get evil | |
| But don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you | |
| I'm humble, a ****ing | |
| Killa Bee, far from bumble | |
| I sting you, bzz and | |
| I bring you | |
| Thirty-six chambers of head banger, bitch | |
| Why I deal with? | |
| I think the mic's on the fritz | |
| Faggot soundmen, they be sabotagin' shit | |
| Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane | |
| Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my ****in' name | |
| What the blood clot? | |
| Yeah, you know what | |
| I'm sayin'? | |
| Keepin' it real on this thing | |
| First of all | |
| I'd like to give a big peace and shout out | |
| To my brothers in the belly of the beast | |
| Raider Ruckus, we're friends to the end and back again, baby | |
| One love, | |
| June Lover, | |
| Shitty Brown | |
| Pussin', Pil, | |
| The P.L.O., | |
| Stack Dat, | |
| Dusty, Storm | |
| Su, we still in here, nigga | |
| Jamel, one love, baby | |
| Nice, Uncle | |
| Eric a.k.a. | |
| ShaneI ain't forget you, nigga, | |
| Shakim, nuttin' | |
| Big Sha, K. | |
| Fisk, Big | |
| Free from | |
| Cipher Heat | |
| All the fugitives on the run | |
| Everybody from | |
| Riker's Island to | |
| San Quintan | |
| And a big major shout out to my old dad | |
| Who just got home on work release | |
| Keep your heads up, niggaz |
| zuo ci : Diggs, Smith | |
| Shit is bangin', son, you see what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| Our shit is bangin', son | |
| Yo, Shaolin runnin' this shit, son, runnin' this shit | |
| Wassup YKim? | |
| Wassup nigga? | |
| Wassup up? | |
| Representin' | |
| Brownsville base | |
| Peace to all my | |
| Brownsville niggaz, what' s goin on? | |
| Peace to all my mother in' | |
| Putnam Avenue | |
| Bedford stuy, niggaz | |
| Peace to my, peace to my | |
| Wild Wild | |
| West Brighton, niggaz | |
| All I hear is gun shots, can | |
| I touch somethin'? | |
| What the blood clot? | |
| Nigga want | |
| Tical, make it happen | |
| You know my in' style, the rappin' | |
| We can take it back to ' 85 if you wanna start actin' like you alive | |
| It' s all good, | |
| I' m rollin' with my click | |
| Owls, Backwoods and | |
| Phillies, smokin' cess blunts mixed with illy | |
| Got me flusted, now the whole world looks dusted | |
| I' m in the area with the skill that never rusted | |
| For real, nigga, touch it and you burn | |
| When will mother ers learn | |
| What be spreadin' like a germ? | |
| Ha, ha, it' s | |
| Meth, word | |
| I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it | |
| I' m on point, like a fax machine, you get the message | |
| It be no question and them bust the second guessin' | |
| Keep your thoughts on your lessons | |
| What the blood clot? | |
| To tell the truth, you don' t amaze me | |
| Killa Hill | |
| Project, a | |
| Star Trek phaser couldn' t phase me, what? | |
| Check the | |
| Raider Ruckus, this, smoke a | |
| Dutchmaster | |
| Have ' em screamin' for the duchess, yeah, | |
| I gotta have it | |
| So I strive to stack my papes, if | |
| I don' t do it for myself | |
| I' ma do it for | |
| Case ' cause that' s my people | |
| I' m giving you injections that be lethal | |
| Weapon, when niggaz start the half steppin' then | |
| I get evil | |
| But don' t let that negative vibe right there mislead you | |
| I' m humble, a ing | |
| Killa Bee, far from bumble | |
| I sting you, bzz and | |
| I bring you | |
| Thirtysix chambers of head banger, bitch | |
| Why I deal with? | |
| I think the mic' s on the fritz | |
| Faggot soundmen, they be sabotagin' shit | |
| Look up in the sky, it' s a bird, it' s a plane | |
| MethTical, let the whole world know my in' name | |
| What the blood clot? | |
| Yeah, you know what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| Keepin' it real on this thing | |
| First of all | |
| I' d like to give a big peace and shout out | |
| To my brothers in the belly of the beast | |
| Raider Ruckus, we' re friends to the end and back again, baby | |
| One love, | |
| June Lover, | |
| Shitty Brown | |
| Pussin', Pil, | |
| The P. L. O., | |
| Stack Dat, | |
| Dusty, Storm | |
| Su, we still in here, nigga | |
| Jamel, one love, baby | |
| Nice, Uncle | |
| Eric a. k. a. | |
| ShaneI ain' t forget you, nigga, | |
| Shakim, nuttin' | |
| Big Sha, K. | |
| Fisk, Big | |
| Free from | |
| Cipher Heat | |
| All the fugitives on the run | |
| Everybody from | |
| Riker' s Island to | |
| San Quintan | |
| And a big major shout out to my old dad | |
| Who just got home on work release | |
| Keep your heads up, niggaz |
| zuò cí : Diggs, Smith | |
| Shit is bangin', son, you see what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| Our shit is bangin', son | |
| Yo, Shaolin runnin' this shit, son, runnin' this shit | |
| Wassup YKim? | |
| Wassup nigga? | |
| Wassup up? | |
| Representin' | |
| Brownsville base | |
| Peace to all my | |
| Brownsville niggaz, what' s goin on? | |
| Peace to all my mother in' | |
| Putnam Avenue | |
| Bedford stuy, niggaz | |
| Peace to my, peace to my | |
| Wild Wild | |
| West Brighton, niggaz | |
| All I hear is gun shots, can | |
| I touch somethin'? | |
| What the blood clot? | |
| Nigga want | |
| Tical, make it happen | |
| You know my in' style, the rappin' | |
| We can take it back to ' 85 if you wanna start actin' like you alive | |
| It' s all good, | |
| I' m rollin' with my click | |
| Owls, Backwoods and | |
| Phillies, smokin' cess blunts mixed with illy | |
| Got me flusted, now the whole world looks dusted | |
| I' m in the area with the skill that never rusted | |
| For real, nigga, touch it and you burn | |
| When will mother ers learn | |
| What be spreadin' like a germ? | |
| Ha, ha, it' s | |
| Meth, word | |
| I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it | |
| I' m on point, like a fax machine, you get the message | |
| It be no question and them bust the second guessin' | |
| Keep your thoughts on your lessons | |
| What the blood clot? | |
| To tell the truth, you don' t amaze me | |
| Killa Hill | |
| Project, a | |
| Star Trek phaser couldn' t phase me, what? | |
| Check the | |
| Raider Ruckus, this, smoke a | |
| Dutchmaster | |
| Have ' em screamin' for the duchess, yeah, | |
| I gotta have it | |
| So I strive to stack my papes, if | |
| I don' t do it for myself | |
| I' ma do it for | |
| Case ' cause that' s my people | |
| I' m giving you injections that be lethal | |
| Weapon, when niggaz start the half steppin' then | |
| I get evil | |
| But don' t let that negative vibe right there mislead you | |
| I' m humble, a ing | |
| Killa Bee, far from bumble | |
| I sting you, bzz and | |
| I bring you | |
| Thirtysix chambers of head banger, bitch | |
| Why I deal with? | |
| I think the mic' s on the fritz | |
| Faggot soundmen, they be sabotagin' shit | |
| Look up in the sky, it' s a bird, it' s a plane | |
| MethTical, let the whole world know my in' name | |
| What the blood clot? | |
| Yeah, you know what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| Keepin' it real on this thing | |
| First of all | |
| I' d like to give a big peace and shout out | |
| To my brothers in the belly of the beast | |
| Raider Ruckus, we' re friends to the end and back again, baby | |
| One love, | |
| June Lover, | |
| Shitty Brown | |
| Pussin', Pil, | |
| The P. L. O., | |
| Stack Dat, | |
| Dusty, Storm | |
| Su, we still in here, nigga | |
| Jamel, one love, baby | |
| Nice, Uncle | |
| Eric a. k. a. | |
| ShaneI ain' t forget you, nigga, | |
| Shakim, nuttin' | |
| Big Sha, K. | |
| Fisk, Big | |
| Free from | |
| Cipher Heat | |
| All the fugitives on the run | |
| Everybody from | |
| Riker' s Island to | |
| San Quintan | |
| And a big major shout out to my old dad | |
| Who just got home on work release | |
| Keep your heads up, niggaz |
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