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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Storch
Composer
Clifford Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Storch
Producer
Patrick Mcghee
Recording Engineer
Gimel Keaton
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Guess who back though, crack dough, yes, eyes and hat low
Stash dro, pimpin' the side, you know how that go
Rap flow major, taste the flavor, all natural high
Ya gotta love it when the track go
Ask Def Jam what's hot, three letters, M-E-F Man
Been stopped, that's off top, young, fresh to death and you're not
No matter what the job, I'm the best man
Rap CEO, minus the yes man
I know that's right, so act right
Staten on the map like, fuck y'all, get stuck, y'all, and have a bad night
As I brush off my shoulder, that's right
My **** Scott Storch keep bringin' it back like
Oh, boy, dig it, I talk about it and I live it
Been there, did it, shitted and wiped my ass with it
These critics saw the train for brains and must have missed it
If they ain't gotta shit, they'll never get it
[Verse 2]
(Is it me) Or is it these **** in it for cheese?
(Is it me?) All my enemies hatin' on Killa Beez
(Is it me) Or is it me that ain't feeling MCs?
With the top down, wheelin' the V, feeling the breeze
(Is it me) Or is it these **** spittin' the same?
(Is it me?) All my enemies throwin' shit in the game
(Is it me) Or the industry that really got to change?
Once again, it's Wu-Tang, in case y'all forgot the name
[Verse 3]
I spit germ, early bird gets worm, man
Now that it's his turn, clowns don't get turns now
Fuck with a chick perm, when seh get hot, you get burned
And see, I'm not kidding, when will these kids learn?
And I'm that dude (Ah-choo) and allergic to wack jewels
Blast if I have to and y'all don't give me no hassle
Who rep rotten apple to death and get natural
Make hard beats pound like the track do
If you ask me, this raspy voice **** is nasty
Khaki's hangin' off of his ass, eyes is glassy
That's fucked, that's us, **** know where to catch me
At 1-800-GET-AT-ME
My flow's no holds barred, holy Jihad
It's the head **** in charge, Meth back on the job
Lake back in the days, back when the game was hard
And when they reminisced over Wu, my god
[Verse 4]
(Is it me) Or is it these **** in it for cheese?
(Is it me?) All my enemies hatin' on Killa Beez
(Is it me) Or is it me that ain't feeling MCs?
With the top down, wheelin' the V, feeling the breeze
(Is it me) Or is it these **** spittin' the same?
(Is it me?) All my enemies throwin' shit in the game
(Is it me) Or the industry that really got to change?
Once again, it's Wu-Tang, in case y'all forgot the name
[Verse 5]
Until these rap **** stepped up, checked up
Man, this game is messed up
Next up, you know what it is, don't get it f'd up
Meth, what? FYI, you need a heads up
And I don't mean to beat you in the head, but
When you spit that, forget that, I eat these ****'s food
And then shit rap, where Cliff at?
Tell him Mister Meth got his shit back
The gift back, signed, sealed, delivered, and gift wrapped
And when you hear that click-clack
That's real talk, some **** will talk to the cops
Get killed off, man, how did you get caught with all the rocks?
And still walk
No matter what you mix with a pig, it's still pork
And money is still boss
Yeah, that was right on cue, new and improved
All these dudes tryna walk in my shoes, doin' my moves
But that's cool, 'cause I'ma make it do what it do
With this W, like can I get a sue, motherfuckers?
[Verse 6]
(Is it me) Or is it these **** in it for cheese?
(Is it me?) All my enemies hatin' on Killa Beez
(Is it me) Or is it me that ain't feeling MCs?
With the top down, wheelin' the V, feeling the breeze
(Is it me) Or is it these **** spittin' the same?
(Is it me?) All my enemies throwin' shit in the game
(Is it me) Or the industry that really got to change?
Once again, it's Wu-Tang, in case y'all forgot the name
Written by: Clifford Smith, Scott Storch