Meth Vs. Chef lyrics

Artist  : Method Man 
Song : Meth Vs. Chef



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 "Meth Vs. Chef"
(feat. Raekwon the
Chef)

[Intro:]

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 sh*t I don't give a f**k!)
[bell rings]

[Verse One: Method Man]

Who lit that sh*t 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 motherf**king buddah monk, what the f**k
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
f**ker, I think it's bout time that you suffer
Bobbin on my nob like an all day sucker
[bell rings] Bit*h!
Meth Vs. Chef
(it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef
(yo let's bring that sh*t baby) Meth Vs. Chef
(yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef
(callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your f**kin
as* 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 punt
cause niggaz act funny, and fumble
But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads
gotta fly
Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die
Time 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 motherf**kin 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]