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5th Pxwer, Method Man

Went from entertainment to enterprise Kill a rhyme, kill a generation, like genocide I've been at five, explicit sticker, you've been advised Red dot market, the target has been identified We've been outside, game already been gentrified Simplify, ready for war like I've been simpified Energy I energize, if ain't energized I improvise And star taking shots like I ain't been immunized If you ain't dead then pretend you died, you feminized Rappers see the signs of out an outcast, Aquemini Big Boi, 'Dre Three-Stacks, these are some friends of mine Spending time but my payback ain't gotta spend the a dime That's how you end a line, last stop You at the end of line and think, "Why me?" like the end of rhyme I clothesline any close encounter of any kind If I got any problems with anybody at any time Uh, they wanna talk, wanna act up (what you saying?) 'Til I get 'em, mummy wrapped up (he gone) Ayy, tell your homie move back bruh (ayy man watch out) I wouldn't hesitate to smack son (pow) Uh, they wanna talk, wanna act up (what you saying?) 'Til I get 'em, mummy wrapped up (he outta here) Ayy, tell your homie move back bruh (fall back bro) Yo I'm big bro, no, I mean I'm literally big bro Now big dough, New Orleans for short, see that's a big no Big hand, chokeslam rappers, they want the Big Show My big bang theory's the shot wrapped in a big .4 Big Doe Rehab, paper shredder, I rip flow He's cut his words for buck and a half, that's off the rip though But get low, like y'all ain't know I'm the sh- though Like Tony Montana, don't sniff blow, that, yo Meth man, yes, I'ma "Yes 'em", make that a yes man Mama finna save me a plate, make that a "Yes, ma'am" Ain't gotta tell 'em just how I get 'em, I just can And I ain't gotta tell 'em why I'm a legend, I just am In hindsight I made loud records for Def Jam When y'all kept it cool I was hot, I got the best fans What's hood? Y'all ain't gotta listen, I'm good Got my hands on this genie bottle and I'm wishing you would Uh, they wanna talk, wanna act up (what you saying?) 'Til I get 'em, mummy wrapped up (he gone) Ayy, tell your homie move back bruh (ayy man watch out) I wouldn't hesitate to smack son (pow) Uh, they wanna talk, wanna act up (what you saying?) 'Til I get 'em, mummy wrapped up (he outta here) Ayy, tell your homie move back bruh (fall back bro)

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