Method Man and 5th Pxwer - Act Up
Went from entertainment to enterpriseKill a rhyme, kill a generation, like genocide
I've been at five, explicit sticker, you've been advised
Red dot market, the target has been identified
We've been outside, game already been gentrified
Simplify, ready for war like I've been simpified
Energy I energize, if ain't energized I improvise
And star taking shots like I ain't been immunized
If you ain't dead then pretend you died, you feminized
Rappers see the signs of out an outcast, Aquemini
Big Boi, 'Dre Three-Stacks, these are some friends of mine
Spending time but my payback ain't gotta spend the a dime
That's how you end a line, last stop
You at the end of line and think, "Why me?" like the end of rhyme
I clothesline any close encounter of any kind
If I got any problems with anybody at any time
Uh, they wanna talk, wanna act up (what you saying?)
'Til I get 'em, mummy wrapped up (he gone)
Ayy, tell your homie move back bruh (ayy man watch out)
I wouldn't hesitate to smack son (pow)
Uh, they wanna talk, wanna act up (what you saying?)
'Til I get 'em, mummy wrapped up (he outta here)
Ayy, tell your homie move back bruh (fall back bro)
Yo
I'm big bro, no, I mean I'm literally big bro
Now big dough, New Orleans for short, see that's a big no
Big hand, chokeslam rappers, they want the Big Show
My big bang theory's the shot wrapped in a big .4
Big Doe Rehab, paper shredder, I rip flow
He's cut his words for buck and a half, that's off the rip though
But get low, like y'all ain't know I'm the sh- though
Like Tony Montana, don't sniff blow, that, yo
Meth man, yes, I'ma "Yes 'em", make that a yes man
Mama finna save me a plate, make that a "Yes, ma'am"
Ain't gotta tell 'em just how I get 'em, I just can
And I ain't gotta tell 'em why I'm a legend, I just am
In hindsight I made loud records for Def Jam
When y'all kept it cool I was hot, I got the best fans
What's hood? Y'all ain't gotta listen, I'm good
Got my hands on this genie bottle and I'm wishing you would
Uh, they wanna talk, wanna act up (what you saying?)
'Til I get 'em, mummy wrapped up (he gone)
Ayy, tell your homie move back bruh (ayy man watch out)
I wouldn't hesitate to smack son (pow)
Uh, they wanna talk, wanna act up (what you saying?)
'Til I get 'em, mummy wrapped up (he outta here)
Ayy, tell your homie move back bruh (fall back bro)
Written by:
Clifford Smith
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