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f/ Missy Elliott, P. Diddy
[Intro: Missy Elliott (Method Man)] Yeah! This-this-this-this |
printable copy of the lyrics to Say What |
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Mr. Meth, you're so Def, you put them other M.C.'s out to rest (that's right)
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And they test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let's go)
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[Method Man]
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Yo, uh, come on, come on, now
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Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now
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Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
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And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
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Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny
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Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt
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I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill
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That's the only way to explain these mic skills
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On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real
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The more steel, the more bodybags to fill
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Can I get, hit of that hydro, nigga
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I tried to quit puffin' before, but I'm no quitter
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If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones
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If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'mma cum
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Want some, take some, I get it crunk
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Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps
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[Chorus: Missy Elliott w/ P. Diddy doing ad-libs]
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When they play this in the club (say what?)
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Go and tell that nigga, bump that (say what?)
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Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (say what?)
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Ya'll don't really really want that (say what?)
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And for whatever muthafucka, don't like it (say what?)
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Tell that sucka he can get back (say what?)
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Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (say what?)
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Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back (saw what?)
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[Method Man]
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You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked
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And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck
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Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks overreact
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Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back
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I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks
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When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap
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Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds
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Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends
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Got to get it, and when I'm gone
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Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home
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I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones
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Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones
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And I got drugs in my system, we thugs in the system
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That put slugs in victims, Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat
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As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest
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[Chorus]
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[Method Man]
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Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chain
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I guess that should explain why I given the dope name
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Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee
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How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?
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I'ma grown man, so I do grown man things
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Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?
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It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes
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I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady
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It's all good, everything I spit, all hood
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And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would
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Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh
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When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done
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And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J
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For the right CREAM, the'll do anything you say
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She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing
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Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: P. Diddy]
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Let's work... come on
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Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy
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Hitmen baby, let's work, come on
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Let's work, come on, yeah
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Uh, let's work... aiyo pass that nigga
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Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah |
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