Sombody Done Fucked Up

[Intro: Method Man]
Yeah... one-two, one-two, it`s Big M-E-The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab, yo
On my way the weedspot, haha, what`s good? [bad word] that, what`s hood? Staten Island Advance
Big up to my man Magic down in MIA, what up cuzo?

[Chorus: Method Man]
Knock-knock, who is it, ah [bad word] Hot peas and butter, come and get it
Somebody done [bad word] up, now
Meth spit it, I comes with it
Quick to tell these critics, eat a did-ick
Somebody done [bad word] up, now
Y`all done did it, done stepped in it
Now run and tell them niggaz who the realest
Somebody done [bad word] up, now
Can you dig it, you`ll never stop the kid up in the [bad word] Live with it, somebody done [bad word] up

[Method Man]
Look, I`m cutting corners on these clowns, marijuana and pounds
Found with Staten Island niggaz that run up on you with rounds
Take a drag, pass it around, guess who back in your town
And the crowd vict`, with Officer Brown patting him down [bad word] s thick, thick as harmony grits, cuz with some thugs
Ain`t no, harmony [bad word]  them niggaz probably snitch
Y`all be the judge, look what happened to Cocheese
What happens when your co-d`s is talking to police, you dig?
Half a cig, let me [bad word] with ya wig, although you loving the style
They`re ain`t a pedophile could [bad word] with the kid
Now that I`m back up on my, feet, take it back to the streets
In the GM with your BM, in the passenger seat
Riding hood, by my hood, ain`t no hike in the wood
Life is good, it`s so good, live it twice if I could
Man, it`s me, once again it`s that Wu-Tang
Crushing the [bad word] that you bring, you know how we do things

[Chorus]

[Method Man]
Yo, pulling my shoes up, scuffing my Timbs, back to when?
Puffing again, who stunting, cops [bad word] with them
Feeling the blow, goosebumping the skin, and on the scale
Of nothing to ten, a ten, man, it`s nothing to him
See you can tell by how I`m clutching my pen, like Mae Weather touching her chin
She stunting, going up in her friend
Tell the label give me something to spin, and every light got a price
You want a slice, but we ain`t cutting you in
Man, these fiends know my past work, held a monkey until they back hurt
Money talking, wonder what that`s worth
And MCF, mean Cash First [bad word]  picture the kid
On the beach in Hawaii, minus the grass skirt
Blast first, ask questions last
Black herse, [bad word]  stretch yo [bad word]  y`all niggaz know what this is
It`s New Yitty, this ain`t just a fad
It`s M-E-F, and I ain`t Biggie, but I`m just as Bad, Boy

[Chorus]

[Outro: Method Man]
Yeah, Big M-E-F, Staten Island Advance, [bad word] Word up, don`t ever count me out, just count me the [bad word] in
I`ll be back for more...