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Tical


Method Man Lyrics

 

Tical Lyrics

Tical by Method Man


*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 f**k'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 sh*t up)
Ah one two yo, check me out

Chorus:

What's that sh*t that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical
Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical
What's that sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t'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 sh*t, 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 sh*t
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 f**kin snake in my garden?
Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet
Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf
In a f**kED 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 f**kin with tical)
(yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)



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