The Meth Lab
(专辑: The Meth Lab - 2015)
[Intro:] I'll give you three seconds to come out wit' your hands up, one, two This is my own private domicile I
will not be harassed, motherfucker! [Verse 1: Method Man] Welcome to the
meth lab, listen, it's time to cook Not confessions of a
video vixen, we by the
book Start the
fire, I
can tell what you thinking just by a
look I'm a
crook, like some fish in a
barrel, I
got 'em hooked Blame the
Method, your sanity took, go 'head, admit it You a
meth head that live on the
edge, just need a
push I'm your pusher, supplier, I'm back, the
cheese on the
wire If a
snitch burning, wouldn't even piss on the
fire Now you kids learning, I
ain't trying to preach to the
choir Now the
kids earning like them dealers that he admire Got that whip working like I'm sacrificing a
virgin That's a
burden, but I'm certain you're feeling it, after you try You can't deny I
cook a
batch like, 'Woo' Hazardous material, you'd need a
hazmat suit Now you looking at me like, 'What's a
hazmat suit?' Something used to move a
body, you don't have that loop [Bridge 1:] Let's talk about trust I
told you not to cook my recipe And you went ahead and did it anyway Cause I
never said I
wouldn't cook it Cause it ain't yours, it's ours, bitch [Verse 2: Hanz On] Hookers in the
kitchen, chemistry is the
best recipe Especially this shit, I'm taking on bets Pressure cookers, percolate 'em like chefs Meth labs here to the
West, wools on them gear trims grassed Mr. Barker, General, front and center (What up?) Got them burners wit' them bodies on them, have me in cuffs Killer's focused, slam it up in them trucks Eyes low, gripping the
toast, trigger finger, playing it close You think it's a
game? It's imperative, we show 'em we live These niggas playing wit' this money, funny how niggas die They say it's over when the
fat kid cry, ratchets fly here to the
Chi' [Bridge 2:] You think you can stop me from cookin'? You cook whatever you like, as long it's that B
work These niggas be running around in the
street wit' everyday Don't even think about using my grade A
You should try and stop me, bitch [Verse 3: Streetlife] I'm in the
meth lab concocting another concoction Decisions, decisions, just weighing my options The
formula highly addictive, it's havoc for me Side effects life-threatening, the
surgeon's warning I
write a
prescription just for meth abusers Regulate your dose intake for heavy users For generations, I
been serving these rap fiends Babies born addicted to the
metric, know what I
mean? You're recovering, but you still use frequently So wet your court hearing, judge show some leniency Can't escape old havoc, so you copy the
new shit Wit' your kids in your cars, see, pumping that Wu shit We worldwide, supply and demand, I
got the
upper-hand Check my passport, global support Informant lands non-commercial goods, that raw and uncut That got them breaking bad at the
gate for the
re-up [Outro: Method Man and Streetlife] What up, Street? Yo, what up, man? We gon' put some "Welcome to the
meth lab" on there Man, you know, it's straight gutter shit, nigga Yeah, you ready to get 'em this time? Yeah, always, man Alright, so I'm a
leave it up to you Go 'head, show 'em what you got