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    "Tical" Lyrics

    Method Man

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    *sounds of fighting*

    "You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time.
    En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style."
    "I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!"

    Intro: Method (and others)

    From the tip top?
    (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?)
    One two (no doubt, no doubt)
    One two one two
    Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that)
    Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)
    Ah one two yo, check me out


    What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical
    Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
    What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical
    Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical

    Verse One:

    Check it, I got styles, all of em sick
    Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks
    I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show
    He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe
    That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek
    I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep
    and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass
    In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas
    It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky
    Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly
    Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles
    Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll
    get severe on the double I harass it
    I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble
    Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted
    Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered
    By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
    Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it


    One two, uh, one two one two
    One two, uh, one two one two
    One two, uh, one two one two
    Check it out

    Verse Two:

    What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit
    that we got is to stay high, no question
    Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin
    When brothers start wettin everything in ya section
    Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that
    Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that
    To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up
    To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up
    Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?
    Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet
    Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf
    In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help
    I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody
    God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs
    I be sprayin, brother with words
    Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM


    One two uh, one two one two
    One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)
    (yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Clifford Smith, Robert F. Diggs.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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