Biscuits

Lyrics

[Intro] What? What you want? Represent, represent, represent! Yeah, represent, check it out, check it out [Chorus] Your mama don't wear no drawers! I saw her when she took them off! Standin' on the welfare line, eatin' swine Tryna look fine with her stank behind You can ask the bitch and she'll tell you fast Meth-Tical got style with his nasty ass [Verse 1] Are you ready to face the consequences and suffer? I even tell your momma you ain't shit, motherfucker! Bring it, and let that Killa Bee kid sting it And represent, it's like heads up a brick when I swing it Get lost, I break you off somethin' I'm pumpin' like a Reebok with a pump From the jump and you was nothin' Bet you thought your fuckin' clan had your back, but they was frontin' Smokin' dirt blunts and fuckin' nasty sluts and You just a Naked Gun without the bullet, what you bustin'? Get your ship sunken, fuckin' with a Drunken Master, disaster at any rap functions [Chorus] Just an echo, yoo-hoo! We be livin' in the valley, yoo-hoo! It may be difficult to bring back Sweet memories of you And you can even ask your crew Bet your bottom dollar, let me tell you fast Meth-Tical got style with his nasty ass [Verse 2] Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man? You wanna point the finger? I'll bring ya 36 Chambers, be out, you's in danger Let me pull your brain out your ass with a hanger Didn't momma tell you not to talk to a stranger? Now you got your neck in the noose of the strangler Just recline, keep the Meth in mind I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time What?! And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass All up and down the block, the street, that Ave Whatever, smokin' on a Spike Lee joint Hey, I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' niggas get the point 'Cause they could never stop the veteran, word to God When I'm severin' the head of a mental vegetarian The Method at the weed gate with a long line of credit If you desire fire, I be the first to set it Off, flame on like the Human Torch Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store You can eat it all and it'll tell you fast Meth-Tical got style for your nasty ass [Outro] '94, baby, word up Recognize, recognize Wu-Tang Killa Bee The RZA and the Method MZA Raider Ruckus, where you at?