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[Method Man] This goes out to all the big head niggaz And all them big head bitches You know my steez-o Yo, yo, yo, yo Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic So you can't see the topic, condition combo Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo Head honcho like Eastwood, gun in my pancho Another bad desperado, trapped inbetween the hills and the El Dorados, but you can't do that Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback is when I condemn men, to purgatory Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner Blood stain on my track record, top gunner Chorus: Method Man You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her ("Step in the Arena" sample scratched) Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit [Method Man] Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender No retreat no surrender, head trauma Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session With Immaculate Conception, hit yo' section with my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit E Double up dammit, Iron Lung flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know It's time that I take advantage, take command yo Cops caught me red-handed Blood On the Dance Floor or was it Michael Jackson Fuck it, time for some action Check my Re-Runs an see What's Happening Chorus 2X [Method Man] Before she get her back blown Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin Automate and keep it goin, right and exact Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em wit my rap slogan Jack Frost, leave em frozen Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan Hand writtin ass whippin, I keep spittin At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision And split decision, tell your old folk and your children what I'm dealin Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain Till I see you at the ooh-building motherfuckers Chorus This one, is dedicated to my big head niggaz And all them big head bitches All them big head bitches |