Tical lyrics

Artist  : Method Man 
Song : Tical



 Send "Tical" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

*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?)
Yup
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

Chorus:

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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...)