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Исполнитель: Method Man
Название песни: Meth vs. Chef
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Method Man - Meth vs. Chef текст песни, lyrics

Duel, worthy of a general 
If you want to fight, fight with me! 
One to one! Man to man!Get ready to gel team! 
Live and direct from the one-six-ooh 
We got Tical, pow! 
Raekwon the Chef, Tical! 
It's about to go on, Tical! 
You make the call, I make the call! 
It's all for all 
Method Man, Raekwon the Chef (count my shells) 
And there's about to be one left 
(count my shells, nigga)I know you know it'son kid 
(Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!) 
*bell rings* 

Verse One: Method Man 
Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye 
Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle 
niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught 
a bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short 
of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening 
style, blowing up the spot like ballistic 
missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven 
tearing up the power-u, Me-Tical 
A bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck 
hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front 
out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain 
of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments 
A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat 
Wrap a power in a tec, to wet a nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases 
Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever 
Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer 
Bobbin on my nob like an all day sucker 
*bell rings* 
Bitch!Meth Vs. Chef 
(it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef(yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef 
(yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef 
(callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death 
*bell rings* 

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef 
I'm goin all out kid no turnbacks 
You could try to front, get smoked and that's that 
Lyric assassin, dressed in black buggin 
Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then 
I go to war in a conrete jungle, make the puntcause niggaz act funny, and fumble 
But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly 
Niggaz stay strapped, armed to dieTime for jet-black Tim boot, flowin 
Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop 
No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session 
Bloodshot in that direction, cypher 
*bell rings*' 
Tack you like chess moves best move 
Yo, yeah, yo 
The boards, your ass 
'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! 
*bell rings* 
'Tack the boards like chess moves best move 
at Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew 
Live direct, yeah you better step 
Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet 
Motivate, to the gate 
With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle 
Airwaves, yo behave 
Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way 
*bell rings three times* 

Ahh shit!Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth

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