Is It Me Lyrics

Uh, yeah, y'all, guess whose back? Heh, cauli' flavored, momma crack Yeah, yeah, Scott Storch, Mr. M E F Know what I said, black people don't use the T-H Yo, yo, yo
Guess who back though, crack dough, yes, eyes is hat low Stash 'dro, pimp on the side, you know how that go Rap flow, major, taste the flavor, all natural high Y'all gotta love it when the track go
Ask Def Jam what's hot, three letters, M E F Man Been stopped, that's off top, young, fresh to death And you're not, no matter what the job, I'm the best man Rap C.E.O. minus the yes man
I know that's right, so act right, Staten on the map Like f*** y'all, get stuck, y'all and have a bad night As I brush off you my shoulder, that's right My n**** Scott Storch keep bringing it back like
Oh boy, dig it, I talk about it and I live it Been there, did it, s***ted and wiped my a** with it These critics saw the train for brains and must of missed it If they ain't got the s***, they'll never get it
Is it me or is it these n***** in it for cheese Is it me all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez Is it me or is it me that ain't feeling M.C.'s With the top down wheeling the V, feeling the breeze
Is it me or is it these n***** spitting the same Is it me all my enemies throwing s*** in the game Is it me or the industry that really got to change Once again it's Wu-Tang in case y'all forgot the name
I spit germ, early bird gets worm, now Now that it's his turn, clowns don't get turns, now F*** with a chick perm, when she get hot, you get burned You see I'm not kidding, knowing these kids learn
And and I'm that dude, ahh choo and allergic to wack jewels Blast if I have to and y'all don't give me no hassle Who rep Rotten Apple to death and get natural Make hard beats pound like the track do
If you ask me, this raspy voice n**** is nasty Khaki's hanging off of his ass, eyes is glassy That's f***ed, that's us, n***** know where to catch me At 1-800 Get At Me [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/is-it-me-lyrics-method-man.html ]
My flow's, no holds barred, Holy Jihad It's the head n**** in charge, Meth, back on the job Like back in the days, back when, the game was hard And when they reminiscence over Wu, my God
Is it me or is it these n***** in it for cheese Is it me all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez Is it me or is it me that ain't feeling M.C.'s With the top down wheeling the V, feeling the breeze
Is it me or is it these n***** spitting the same Is it me all my enemies throwing s*** in the game Is it me or the industry that really got to change Once again it's Wu-Tang in case y'all forgot the name
Until these rap n***** stepped up, checked up Man, this game is messed up, next up, you know what it is Don't get it f'd up Meth, what? F.Y.I., you need a heads up And I don't mean to beat you in the head but
When you spit that, forget that, I eat these n***** food And the s*** wrapped, where Cliff at? Tell 'em Mr. Meth got his s*** back The gift back sign. sealed, delivered and gift wrapped And when you hear that click-clack
That's real talk, some n***** will talk to the cops Get killed off, man how did you get caught with all the rocks And still walk, no matter what you mix with a pig You still pork and money is still forced
Yeah, that was right on cue, new and improved All these dudes try'nna walk in my shoes, doing my moves But that's cool 'cause I'ma make it do what it do With this W, like I can I get a "Suu" motherf******?
Is it me or is it these n***** in it for cheese Is it me all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez Is it me or is it me that ain't feeling M.C.'s With the top down wheeling the V, feeling the breeze
Is it me or is it these n***** spitting the same Is it me all my enemies throwing s*** in the game Is it me or the industry that really got to change Once again it's Wu-Tang in case y'all forgot the name
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