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    Dj Clue? / Lyrics

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    "Even If" Lyrics

    Dj Clue? feat. Method Man

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    Yo, c'mon!
    Even if I died a thousand deaths
    when I reserect, I'll still be Meth
    the jams 'ill still be def
    We here, me and this mic-phone be here
    and ain't tryna hear nothing 'cause we had it
    up to here
    lyrics have no dress code
    from KRS to depeche mode
    Kid I'm so cool you catch colds
    at the jump off, it's about to jump off my nigga, speak with tha hand or the gun talk.
    Yo, RZA, we got the clan at the front and police at the do' every exit is laced with see-4, 'bout to blow, like TRIAL I'm passed out,
    MC's is like bitches in thongs, they assed out
    but me the M-E-T-H the O-D, just to real
    I can't be touched and can't feel the monatony, take a picture of my nut sack, carbon copy that, and send it through a fax
    MOTHER FUCKER!

    New and improved Wu-Tang style
    Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now
    Spit flames (Five mics)
    BK (On site)
    Bring the pain (All night)
    Off the chain (Damn right)

    [Scratching by RZA]
    "Mister Method Man for short, Mista' Meth"
    "Tical, yep"
    "Hmmm"

    Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
    Even if I died a thousand deaths
    When I resurrect, through my first born, my name lives on
    My verses is like a third degree to young emcees
    Buzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa Bees
    y'all Jacob, straight up, break up, schemes and plots
    Ace up my sleeve, make up like pots and pots
    So this is what it's come to (Huh?)
    Makin' shots at them kids who use to punk you (Huh?)
    Repititious rap shit, don't get nowhere play ya mouth whip
    And niggaz can't smoke wit' dry lips so chapped
    Bite my shit, I'm like Kojack to get my flow back
    in fo' flat, I track you down like a low jack
    Spy 'ersus spy, eye for an I can analize the uncivilized
    Make them feel alive
    You know right from wrong, so know I'm the bomb
    It's okay to beast, see the tracks on my arm
    Motherfucker

    New and improved Wu-Tang style
    Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now
    Spit flames (Five mics)
    BK (On site)
    Bring the pain (All night)
    Off the chain (Damn right)

    [Scratching by RZA]
    "Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth"
    "Tical, yep"
    "Hmmm"

    Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
    [Scratching by RZA]
    "Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth"
    "Tical, yep"
    "Hmmm" (repeat x2)

    Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Dennis David Coles, Gary E. Grice, Jason Hunter, Lamont Hawkins, Peter Winston Francis, Robert F. Diggs, Russell T. Jones.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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