Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die
Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever
I'm goin' all out kid no turnbacks
(Count my shells)
Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin'
A rugged vet, terrible like a champion sweat
The boards, your ass
Yo, yeah, yo
Bitch!
Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer
One to one! Man to man!
I go to war in a concrete jungle, make the punt
Wha-Su God get him, hit 'em with the nine troop
Wrap a power in a tec, to wet
A bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short
Of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments
(Yo let's bring that shit baby)
A bad motherfucking Buddha monk, what the fuck
Of a picnic, 'cause you ain't equipped with the sickening
It's all for all
Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye
It's about to go on, Tical!
Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet
'Tack the boards like chess moves best move
'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uh!
(Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)
(Count my shells, nigga)
You make the call, I make the call!
I blow your fuckin' ass to death
Ahh shit!
We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical!
Airwaves, yo behave
Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then
(Callin' me out, it's goin' off)
But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly
Bloodshot in that direction, cypher
Missiles, I be comin' through like the four-nine-three-eleven
Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
Meth versus Chef
'Tack you like chess moves best move
Lyric assassin, dressed in black buggin'
(It's my turn)
No question, cha-cha-blow in the session
Meth versus Chef
Meth versus Chef
Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way
'Cause niggaz act funny, and fumble
Meth versus Chef
Motivate, to the gate
You could try to front, get smoked and that's that
Style, blowing up the spot like ballistic
Get ready to gel team!
Bobbin on my nob like an all day sucker
A nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases
Niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught
Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
(Yo, yeah, one more time nigga)
At Rae through, comin' at your motherfuckin' crew
And there's about to be one left
Tearing up the power you, me, Tical
Live direct, yeah you better step
With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your line
Live and direct from the one-six-ooh
Out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain
I know you know it's on kid
Hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front
