What the Beat

Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man, (DJ Clue)] (Hahaaaa, hahaaa!) Now, now, now – ugh! 'Professional 2' shit – what! Staten Island up in this muhfucka! (New Method Man!) Method Man rep, rep, rep, rep for the cause (Eminem! Royce!) Wu-Tang Killa Bees forever, my niggas! Uh-huh... we put our drawers in it Clue! (CLUE!) [Verse 1: Method Man & (DJ Clue)] Niggas is like, "Oh, my god! Not you!" Yes! I'm in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest No contest, M-E-F Man's obsessed With sex, drugs and rock & roll, new TEC's and calicos! Word has it we move mathematic on rappers who don't add up You get broke, battered and slapped up 8 million stories in the Nekkid, call yo' man Method Straight guerrilla, iller nigga kill a murder record My verbal shooter does it to ya The 16-bar Ruger, bustin' your funky dope maneuvers But I'm not ya Super Lover Cee, I'm the Super Sperm Splash it on your skin, rub it in like it's Lubriderm 10 outta 10, I be the men of all men, I mean the Crème de la crème or schemer, sippin' on 'Gnac and Zima (Woo! Woo!) True, Professional 2 (DJ Clue!) Now that Bush is President, nigga, we all through! (Word!) [Verse 2: Eminem] Yeah, it's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder Why I keep on duckin' under the bed when I hear thunder 'Cause I ain't crazy, I say shit that's crazy to crazy people To make 'em believe I'm crazy, so they can relate to me And maybe believe in Shady, so they can be evil, baby I like that! I'm only as crazy as people made me Believe me, they'd be just as many motherfuckin' murderers And heroin users without Marilyn's music But I figure, I make my music, I don't care if you use it To murder somebody, I just wanna be there when you do it! Now the parents are suin' 'cause little Darren is screwin' Karen and Susan 'Cause I told him to do it on Clue's new shit Now it's all ruined, the whole world is fucked up 'Cause of me, two 12-year old girls is knocked up (Haha!) My attitude's 'Fuck it!' like Pac's was at one point Wanna come join? Pick up a Glock and just point Now everybody's killin' everybody and everybody's bloody And I'm just laughin' like it's funny 'Cause I don't really give a shit about no-motherfuckin'-body I'm so motherfuckin' nutty, I don't give a fuck about nothin'! [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] My wrist is water and freezer, mixed This is Audio Jesus, the repent shit gets big Keep a sharp-like knife in a pop device So "Duro, you gotta let it bump!", I came from a hard knock life They say this kid be rude, like this can't be true I suck my own dick like if I had a rib removed Vampire, sun go down, I'm still wildin' Bullets travel through the Air In The Night like Phil Collins Rock City, baby, knife to your throat 'til you're broke Rise from the underground like sewer smoke It's all shifty, I got all of my dogs with me And they all rich and still all of they palms itchy We'll pump, rumble over birds, jungle urge Walk like we talk it, drunk, while we stumble over words Clue *inhale*, Duro *inhale*, Slim *inhale* Meth *inhale*, 5'9" *inhale* Hold up, breath! [Chorus: Method Man, Eminem & Royce da 5'9"] It's just, Mr. Meth and DJ Clue I ain't crazy, I just do what the beat say do It's just, Slim Shady and DJ Clue I ain't evil, I just do what the beat say do Uhh, uhh, Royce 5'9" and DJ Clue I ain't bad, I just do what the beat say do [Outro: DJ Clue] DJ Clue! Desert Storm! Come on, man!!!