Bring The Pain

歌詞

Lemme tell you now I came to bring the pain Hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental based on instrumental Records, hey, so I can write monumental Methods, I'm not the king, but niggaz is decaf I stick 'em for the cream Check it Just how deep can shit get Get deeper than your fists And brothers is mad pissed Accept it In your cross color Clothes are crossed over And now ya totally crossed out (Kriss kross) Who da boss Niggaz get tossed to da side And I'm the dark side of the force Of course It's the method man from the Wu-tang clan I be hectic and comin' for that headpiece Protect it Fuck it Two tears in a bucket You niggaz want the ruckas So bust it at me son Now bust it Stylez, I get buck wild Method man on some shit Fuckin' niggaz foul, son, I'm sick Insane crazy Drivin' Miss Daisy How the fuck am I Now I got mine, I'm swayzee Is it real son Lemme know it's real son If it's really real son Lemme know it's real Load it up and kill one Load it up and kill one Load it up and kill one If it's really real When I was a little stereo I used to be the champion Ooh-hoo-hoo I always wonder When I will be the number one Hey hey hey And now you listen to me, darcon Darcon And all you niggaz come and test me Test me I'm gonna lick out your brains Brothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope 'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck Nigga, bump off a set Comin' through all your projects Take it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it And it'll get Even worse Word to god It's the Wu Comin' through Takin' niggaz 'fore they're Gone gone gone gone gone gone Movin' to your left I came to represent and carve my name within your chest You can come test Realize it's no contest, son I'm the gun who won that old wild west Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor Lovin' all those goddamn monkey rhymes galore Check it 'cause I think not when it's hip hop like proper Rhymes be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka No OJ No, no straw When you give it to me, yeah Give it to me raw, I Burn Give it to me raw, I Burn Chest hair I don't need no chemical blow to pull no ho, no All I need is chemical bank to pay her up Is it real son Lemme know it's real son If it's really real son Lemme know it's one, two, three, four Kill one Fuck it up and kill one Fuck it up and kill one Let me know it's real