I Get My Thang in Action

(He'll give you a heart condition

if you fuck around like that there

Tell you it ain't no good for the bloodstream

You know god damn whatever and uhh

it's dumb and big -- it's DUMB AND BIG)

Mira, Meth-Tical comin through with the suu

(Lie in cut for y'all)

Check it out

Niggaz wanna test my steez, nigga please

I black that eye like peas, you better freeze

in your tracks, a Wu-Tang (bzzz) 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

Niggaz like, "Damn, why you want it like that?" (Why

is that?)

Cause I'm a dog, and I got no love for the cat (uhh)

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 buckwhylin, Island called Stat'

Where niggaz carry gats in they Black Moon hat

Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap

And youse 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!)

[Method Man]

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 your leather

JACKET, a nigga with a AXE couldn't HACK IT

I spark em like a match (ssskt)

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

Niggaz, that I walk by, give me the eye

The moment is fuckin me up, killin my high

Nigga get back, ya pussy 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, YEAHHHH

Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bear

(Ahhheheh, I taught the boy everything he KNOW

Go on you bad motherfuckers

See I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite

Everybody needs to love Dolemite

I love Dolemite, you love Dolemite

Hey, how you doin nigga, I know you

Knowin I didn't when I did

Meth-Tical

Shiiit, I told the boy

If ya can't get yourself a ten

The least you can do is spark five two's

And we out, Method)