Tribute

Here we go,

Once upon a time not long ago,

when people wore pajamas and lived life slow,

When laws were stern and justice stood,

and people were behavin' like they ought ta good,

There lived a lil' boy who was misled,

by anotha lil' boy and this is what he said:

"Me and you kid, we gonna make sum cash,

robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash",

They did the job, money came with ease,

but one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease,

He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha,

tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover

The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic, he said

I got you all in check

Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah

Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah

Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah

Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah

When I step up in the place

ay yo I step correct

Woo-Hah ,got you all in check

I got that head nod ****

make you break your neck

Woo-Hah, I got you all in check

And you know we come through

to wreck the disco tech

Woo-Hah, I got you all in check

Throw your hands up in the air

don't ever disrespect

Woo-Hah

I got you all in check

Yo which muthaphucka stole my flow

eenie....meenie miney mo

Throw that type of nigga right out my window

Blast your ass hit you with my direct blow

Bo!! Coming through like G.I. Joe

Star Wars movie deal like Han Solo

Make you bounce around like this was calypso

Always shine cause I got the high pro glow

You think that you can hide you think you can lay low

Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0

Mad out with my dreads in my kango

forget the Moet nigga just pass the Cisco

Yo!! Take a trip down to Mexico

Come back with that **** that might make you psycho

Maximum frequencies through your stereo

Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to go

M-E-T, H-O-D, Man

M-E-T, H-O-D, Man

M-E-T, H-O-D, Man

M-E-T, H-O-D, Man

Hey you get off my clooud

Let me get raw with my southpaw style

Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba

It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the buddha

Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes

I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk

Double-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper

Partner, you ain't got no wins in me casa

Straight up, you movin' too fast so baby wait up

Took one, added seven more now you eight up

Get on down wit' your bad self

Get on down, listen to the sound, come on

Few can ever get this whole commit legit

See you all up in my dick

But you don't know sh*t, uh-huh

What's your definition of a real emcee

From what you dedicated, hey it must be me

Meth-Tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop

I go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop

Give me the green light, and the sign one way

Have you had your meth today

Huh, move it in, move it out

Stick it in, pull it out

Shake it up, shake it down

Come on down, Meth-Tical

Oh I often pray that I will

But today I am still

Just a...

M-E-T, H-O-D, Man

M-E-T, H-O-D, Man

M-E-T, H-O-D, Man

M-E-T, H-O-D, Man