Meth Vs. Chef Lyrics
The song Meth Vs. Chef is performed by Method Man in the album named Tical in the year 1994 .
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Duel, worthy of a general
If you want to fight, fight with me!
One to one! Man to man!
Get ready to gel team!
Live and direct from the one-six-ooh
We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical!
It's about to go on, Tical!
You make the call, I make the call!
It's all for all
Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
(Count my shells)
And there's about to be one left
(Count my shells, nigga)
I know you know it's on kid
(Bring that shit I don't give a f**k!)
Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye
Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
Niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught
A bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short
Of a picnic, 'cause you ain't equipped with the sickening
Style, blowing up the spot like ballistic
Missiles, I be comin' through like the four-nine-three-eleven
Tearing up the power you, me, Tical
A bad motherf**king Buddha monk, what the f**k
Hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front
Out the frame, hit the pus*ycat for the pain
Of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments
A rugged vet, terrible like a champion sweat
Wrap a power in a tec, to wet
A nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases
Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever
f**ker, I think it's bout time that you suffer
Bobbin on my nob like an all day s*cker
Bitch!
Meth versus Chef
(It's my turn)
Meth versus Chef
(Yo let's bring that shit baby)
Meth versus Chef
(Yo, yeah, one more time nigga)
Meth versus Chef
(Callin' me out, it's goin' off)
I blow your f**kin' a*s to death
I'm goin' all out kid no turnbacks
You could try to front, get smoked and that's that
Lyric a*sa*sin, dressed in black buggin'
Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then
I go to war in a concrete jungle, make the punt
'Cause niggaz act funny, and fumble
But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly
Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die
Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin'
Wha-Su God get him, hit 'em with the nine troop
No question, cha-cha-blow in the session
Bloodshot in that direction, cypher
'Tack you like chess moves best move
Yo, yeah, yo
The boards, your a*s
'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uh!
'Tack the boards like chess moves best move
At Rae through, comin' at your motherf**kin' crew
Live direct, yeah you better step
Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet
Motivate, to the gate
With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your line
Airwaves, yo behave
Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way
Ahh shit!
Chef verses Meth verses Meth
