[{"id":14042075,"name":"say what (feat miss E)","trackName":"say what (feat miss E)","artistName":"Method man","albumName":"Method man","duration":251.2457,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\nMr. Meth, you're so Def\nYou put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\nBut they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\nYo, uh, come on, come on, now\nBig Meth attack soon as the track come on now\nZone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\nI trouble you in the club\nAnd by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\nMami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\nLike Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\nI'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\nThat's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\nOn Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\nThe more steel, the more body bags to fill\nNow can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\nI tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\nIf honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\nIf the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\nWant some, take some, I get it crunk\nSpeak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: say what (feat miss E)\n  artist: Method man\n  album: Method man\n  duration_ms: 251246\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":6686106,"name":"Say What","trackName":"Say What","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical 0: The Prequel","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\nMr. Meth, you're so Def\nYou put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\nBut they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\nYo, uh, come on, come on, now\nBig Meth attack soon as the track come on now\nZone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\nI trouble you in the club\nAnd by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\nMami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\nLike Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\nI'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\nThat's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\nOn Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\nThe more steel, the more body bags to fill\nNow can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\nI tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\nIf honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\nIf the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\nWant some, take some, I get it crunk\nSpeak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 'Tical 0: The Prequel'\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":19202022,"name":"Say What","trackName":"Say What","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"DJ Envy - The Big Game (Hosted","duration":173.9232649,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\nMr. Meth, you're so Def\nYou put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\nBut they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\nYo, uh, come on, come on, now\nBig Meth attack soon as the track come on now\nZone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\nI trouble you in the club\nAnd by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\nMami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\nLike Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\nI'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\nThat's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\nOn Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\nThe more steel, the more body bags to fill\nNow can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\nI tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\nIf honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\nIf the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\nWant some, take some, I get it crunk\nSpeak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: DJ Envy - The Big Game (Hosted\n  duration_ms: 173923\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":18463775,"name":"Say What","trackName":"Say What","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"The Prequel","duration":251.277167,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\nMr. Meth, you're so Def\nYou put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\nBut they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\nYo, uh, come on, come on, now\nBig Meth attack soon as the track come on now\nZone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\nI trouble you in the club\nAnd by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\nMami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\nLike Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\nI'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\nThat's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\nOn Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\nThe more steel, the more body bags to fill\nNow can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\nI tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\nIf honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\nIf the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\nWant some, take some, I get it crunk\nSpeak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: The Prequel\n  duration_ms: 251277\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":24020353,"name":"Say What","trackName":"Say What","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical 0: The Prequel (Japan Edition)","duration":251.2,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\nMr. Meth, you're so Def\nYou put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\nBut they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\nYo, uh, come on, come on, now\nBig Meth attack soon as the track come on now\nZone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\nI trouble you in the club\nAnd by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\nMami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\nLike Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\nI'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\nThat's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\nOn Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\nThe more steel, the more body bags to fill\nNow can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\nI tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\nIf honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\nIf the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\nWant some, take some, I get it crunk\nSpeak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 'Tical 0: The Prequel (Japan Edition)'\n  duration_ms: 251200\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":23727640,"name":"Say What","trackName":"Say What","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical 0: The Prequel","duration":253.2832768,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\nMr. Meth, you're so Def\nYou put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\nBut they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\nYo, uh, come on, come on, now\nBig Meth attack soon as the track come on now\nZone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\nI trouble you in the club\nAnd by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\nMami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\nLike Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\nI'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\nThat's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\nOn Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\nThe more steel, the more body bags to fill\nNow can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\nI tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\nIf honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\nIf the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\nWant some, take some, I get it crunk\nSpeak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 'Tical 0: The Prequel'\n  duration_ms: 253283\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":11518352,"name":"Say What","trackName":"Say What","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical 0∶ The Prequel","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\nMr. Meth, you're so Def\nYou put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\nBut they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\nYo, uh, come on, come on, now\nBig Meth attack soon as the track come on now\nZone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\nI trouble you in the club\nAnd by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\nMami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\nLike Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\nI'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\nThat's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\nOn Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\nThe more steel, the more body bags to fill\nNow can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\nI tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\nIf honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\nIf the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\nWant some, take some, I get it crunk\nSpeak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: Tical 0∶ The Prequel\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":3686861,"name":"Say What (feat. Missy Elliott)","trackName":"Say What (feat. 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Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What (feat. Missy Elliott)\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 'Tical 0 : The Prequel'\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":29673236,"name":"Say What (feat. 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Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What (feat. 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Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":14977856,"name":"Say What Feat. 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Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What Feat. 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Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":13408511,"name":"Say What feat. 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Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What feat. Missy Elliot\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 'Tical 0: The Prequel'\n  duration_ms: 251160\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":25216146,"name":"Say What Feat. 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Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What Feat. Missy Elliott\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 'Tical 0: The Prequel'\n  duration_ms: 254891\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":11057053,"name":"Say What (Feat. 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Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What (Feat. Missy Elliott)\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: Tical 0∶ The Prequel\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":9374013,"name":"Say What (Album Version Explicit)","trackName":"Say What (Album Version Explicit)","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical 0: The Prequel","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\nMr. Meth, you're so Def\nYou put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\nBut they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\nYo, uh, come on, come on, now\nBig Meth attack soon as the track come on now\nZone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\nI trouble you in the club\nAnd by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\nMami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\nLike Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\nI'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\nThat's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\nOn Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\nThe more steel, the more body bags to fill\nNow can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\nI tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\nIf honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\nIf the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\nWant some, take some, I get it crunk\nSpeak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What (Album Version Explicit)\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 'Tical 0: The Prequel'\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":34588495,"name":"Say What ft. Missy Elliott","trackName":"Say What ft. Missy Elliott","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical 0: The Prequel","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\nMr. Meth, you're so Def\nYou put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\nBut they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\nYo, uh, come on, come on, now\nBig Meth attack soon as the track come on now\nZone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\nI trouble you in the club\nAnd by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\nMami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\nLike Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\nI'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\nThat's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\nOn Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\nThe more steel, the more body bags to fill\nNow can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\nI tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\nIf honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\nIf the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\nWant some, take some, I get it crunk\nSpeak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What ft. Missy Elliott\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 'Tical 0: The Prequel'\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":38827282,"name":"Say What (Ft Missy Elliott)","trackName":"Say What (Ft Missy Elliott)","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"Tical 0: The Prequel (+1 Bonus Track)","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\nMr. Meth, you're so Def\nYou put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\nBut they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\nYo, uh, come on, come on, now\nBig Meth attack soon as the track come on now\nZone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\nI trouble you in the club\nAnd by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\nMami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\nLike Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\nI'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\nThat's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\nOn Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\nThe more steel, the more body bags to fill\nNow can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\nI tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\nIf honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\nIf the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\nWant some, take some, I get it crunk\nSpeak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What (Ft Missy Elliott)\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 'Tical 0: The Prequel (+1 Bonus Track)'\n  duration_ms: 251228\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":31362291,"name":"Say What","trackName":"Say What","artistName":"Method Man feat. Missy","albumName":"Album inconnu (26/08/2004 13:11:41)","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\nMr. Meth, you're so Def\nYou put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\nBut they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\nYo, uh, come on, come on, now\nBig Meth attack soon as the track come on now\nZone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\nI trouble you in the club\nAnd by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\nMami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\nLike Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\nI'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\nThat's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\nOn Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\nThe more steel, the more body bags to fill\nNow can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\nI tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\nIf honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\nIf the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\nWant some, take some, I get it crunk\nSpeak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What\n  artist: Method Man feat. Missy\n  album: Album inconnu (26/08/2004 13:11:41)\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":18313089,"name":"Say What","trackName":"Say What","artistName":"Method Man, Missy Elliott","albumName":"Tical 0: The Prequel","duration":251.219584,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\nMr. Meth, you're so Def\nYou put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\nBut they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\nYo, uh, come on, come on, now\nBig Meth attack soon as the track come on now\nZone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\nI trouble you in the club\nAnd by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\nMami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\nLike Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\nI'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\nThat's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\nOn Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\nThe more steel, the more body bags to fill\nNow can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\nI tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\nIf honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\nIf the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\nWant some, take some, I get it crunk\nSpeak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What\n  artist: Method Man, Missy Elliott\n  album: 'Tical 0: The Prequel'\n  duration_ms: 251220\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":9377974,"name":"Say What (feat. Missy Elliott & P. 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Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What (feat. Missy Elliott & P. Diddy)\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 'Tical 0: The Prequel'\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"},{"id":33777985,"name":"Say What ( Ft. Missy Elliot & P. 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Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nYou wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\nAnd if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\nYa'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\nOnce I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\nI'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\nWhen I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\nHere I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\nWho kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\nGot to get it, and when I'm gone\nYa'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\nI'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\nGot aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\nAnd I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\nThat put slugs in victims\nMr. M-E to F, bomb threat\nAs long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nTicallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\nI guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\nAin't nothin' free, everything got a fee\nHow the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\nI'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\nWhy take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\nIt's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\nI'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\nIt's all good, everything I spit, all hood\nAnd if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\nWho John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\nWhen I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\nAnd ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\nFor the right cream, they'll do anything you say\nShe Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\nMr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\nWhen they play this in the club\n(Say what?)\nGo and tell that nigga, bump that\n(Say what?)\nThrow your hands up, like nigga, what?\n(Say what?)\nYa'll don't really really want that\n(Say what?)\n\nBut if a motherfucker, don't like it\n(Say what?)\nTell that sucker he can get back\n(Say what?)\nMisdemeanor and Meth in your area\n(Say what?)\nAre ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n(Say what?)\n\nLet's work, come on\nDef Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\nLet's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\nUh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\nJoe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Say What ( Ft. Missy Elliot & P. Diddy)\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 'Tical 0: The Prequel'\n  duration_ms: 251000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive\n  Mr. Meth, you're so Def\n  You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test\n  But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go\n\n  Yo, uh, come on, come on, now\n  Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now\n  Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out\n  I trouble you in the club\n  And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out\n\n  Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny\n  Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt\n  I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill\n  That's the only way to explain these mic skills\n\n  On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real\n  The more steel, the more body bags to fill\n  Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga\n  I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter\n\n  If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones\n  If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come\n  Want some, take some, I get it crunk\n  Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked\n  And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck\n  Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react\n  Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back\n\n  I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks\n  When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap\n  Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds\n  Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends\n\n  Got to get it, and when I'm gone\n  Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home\n  I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones\n  Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones\n\n  And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system\n  That put slugs in victims\n  Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat\n  As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain\n  I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name\n  Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee\n  How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee?\n\n  I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things\n  Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing?\n  It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes\n  I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady\n\n  It's all good, everything I spit, all hood\n  And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would\n  Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh?\n  When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done\n\n  And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J\n  For the right cream, they'll do anything you say\n  She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing\n  Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream\n\n  When they play this in the club\n  (Say what?)\n  Go and tell that nigga, bump that\n  (Say what?)\n  Throw your hands up, like nigga, what?\n  (Say what?)\n  Ya'll don't really really want that\n  (Say what?)\n\n  But if a motherfucker, don't like it\n  (Say what?)\n  Tell that sucker he can get back\n  (Say what?)\n  Misdemeanor and Meth in your area\n  (Say what?)\n  Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back\n  (Say what?)\n\n  Let's work, come on\n  Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby\n  Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah\n  Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga\n  Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah\n"}]