Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks, a wu, tang killer bee's on ya back
I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack
You want it all? yeah I want it all like that
I stab my own moms in the back for a stack
Niggas like, "damn, why you want it like that?" (why is that?)
Cause I'm a dog, and I got no love for the cat (uh)
Attitude's cold like the north polar cap
Where I do my dirt's a little further down the map (is that so?)
A little buck wilding, island called stat'
Where niggas carry gats in they black moon hat
Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap
And you's an unknown with a faulty contract
Wake up and smell the met, chod motherfucker contact
Villain in the cypher from the foe when head crack
An indian giver and I'm out to take it back
Shaolin island, baby where you at?
A runaway train that be runnin on ya track
That's how it's goin down, yeah, it's goin down like that
I gets my thang in action
To live, to love, to see, to learn
Yo! tell em what's happenin!
(What's happenin?
I'll tell yo' ass what's happenin
Tell em what's happenin
It's goin on out here, brothers ain't got no peers
And they smokin funny, shuddup yo' damn mouth!)
I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
Spot ya twenty points and you still can't score
Nuttin, cause you ain't got no points in this game
Kid you frontin, I'm home run hittin', you be buntin'
Fresh out the toilet, I got my shit together
When I'm good, I'm good, when bad, I'm better
You want it? whatever, I'll be the stormy weather
Rain comin' down, so weatherproof you're leather
Jacket, a nigga with a axe couldn't hack it
I spark em like a match
Coming back it's the met, chod, say it loud
I'm the met, chod, man, clap yo' hands, now check it
See me in the mix, rollin fat, bustin' flicks
While my physical brother came through and got me lift
Niggas, that I walk by, give me the eye
The moment is fuckin' me up, killin' my high
Nigga get back, ya p***y cat, I'm fearsome
Basically that, I'm all of that, and then some
While I, was out on tour, goin' beserk
I heard you was at the sandbox and kickin dirt
All on my name but you can't pull my file
You don't know me, and you don't know my style
Comin' out dere like dat dere, yeah
Even grizzly adams couldn't bear
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I Get My Thang in Action - Method Man
