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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Vocals
Raekwon
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ethan Royman
Engineer
RZA
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You're worthy of a general
If you want to fight, fight with me
One to one, man to man
[Verse 2]
Let's get ready to gel T
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 got to be one left
(Count my shells, ****)
I know you know it's on, kid
Bring that shit, I don't give a fuck
[Verse 3]
Who lit that shit? It was I, the chinky eye
Chiba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
**** 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 sickenin'
Style, blowin' up the spot like ballistic
Missiles, I be comin' through like the four-nine-three-eleven
Tearin' up the power-U, Meth-Tical
A bad mothafuckin' Buddha monk, what the fuck?
Hit your chest like cardiac arrest, blow the front
Out the frame, make the pussycat feel the pain
Of the dog shit, nobody move, run your garments
A rugged vet, durable like a champion sweat
Wrap a power in the TEC to wet
A **** up, with all the dangerous diseases
Sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever
Fucker, I think it's 'bout time that you suffer
Bobbin' on my knob like an all day sucker
Bitch
[Verse 4]
Meth vs. Chef
(It's my turn)
Meth vs. Chef
(Yeah, let's bring that shit, baby)
Meth vs. Chef
(Yeah, one more time, ****)
Meth vs. Chef
I'll blow your fuckin' ass to death
[Verse 5]
I'm goin' all out kid, no turn-backs
You can 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 concrete jungle, makin' bundles
**** act funny, and fumble
But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly
**** stay strapped, armed to die
Tie up my jet black Tim boots, go in
Bazooka, get him, hit 'em with the 9
Shoot, no question, ch-ch-bow, end of session
Bloodshot, in that direction, cypher
Attack you like chess move, best move
Yo, yeah, yo
The boards, yo ass
Tack, tack, tack, uh
Attack the board like chess moves, best moves
That Rae-Kwoo, comin' at ya mothafuckin' crew
Live, direct, yeah, you better step
Gunshots ring on the set
Let's jet, motivate, to the gate
For some quick high, Rae stay fly, and rob you lair
Airwaves, yo behave
Now you're a slave with boots that paved the way
[Verse 6]
Aw, shit
Chef vs. Meth vs. Meth
Written by: Corey Woods, Clifford Smith, Robert Diggs