Artist: Method Man f/ Deadly Venoms, Streetlife Album: n/a Song: Two Middle Fingers Up Typed by: Davida.b. [Intro: Method Man] That's my word, yeah, get ya'll rush, son It's gon' be on out this shit Ya'll niggas keep playing around Heard that shit get real real fast That's my word, right up, smack a nerd up Ya'll niggas know, before I tear it up Ey, bring that shit, Johnny Blaze [Method Man] Yo, cold winds blow, thirty two degree, belowo Zero they froze, in time from the trig'nine Powder up his nose, mind's stayin' blind to the white line Shift the crack rock through the pipe line Spy vs. Spy, eye for an eye, can I? Tenderlize the uncivilized, make up to the lies Scar child energized, stack my chips in the starship called Enterprise Boldly go, where no man's gone before Satelite, coming on your head, look out below Innersight, diming your light, til we A-Alike B-Alike, C'ing Alike, Deadly Venom strike with the venom bite This here's, get-up-in-'em night, I got an appetite Fiending for your blood type, run for your life [Champ Diva] It's time to get to stepping on your Metro, your wet though Ya'll the nigga feeling head slow, my voice echoes From block to block, watch Champ, it got's to rock Got you sweatin', burn you out your shoes and socks Yo, what the fuck, ready to tear the club up Nigga what, bringin' the ruckus, you better duck Shit, we hittin' harder than the earthquake Make the whole world shake, thinkin' you on, out like date? Damn, what a combination, Venom and Wu running your nation Bringin' the heat, feel the temptation [N-Tyce] I want some old other, the type to kick it with your baby mama brother N-Tyce still freaking under cover I'm chillin' with the finer men, tippin' on a Heineken And I ain't tryin' hear nothing like, we gotta sign again Count to ten, but don't hold your breath I be quick to take the air, til they ain't no more left Recognize the way my crew hang, Venom, I'm down with the Wu-Tang So keep it on the hush, it ain't a thing Let me warn ya, if you step, you get handtossed Play me like Sacha, you gotta keep your hands off See, I ain't nothin' to play with Lyrically you get spray painted, aiyo, my style is portraited slick Hear me bangin' in your speak, the late night creeper I can make you vibrate without a beeper The chick known to beat a male cheetah Uh, the vegetarian eater, makin' everybody sleepless [Streetlife] Yo, you wanna be an M.C., but first, you gotta face me S-T-R, double E, T, mostly low key, until someone provokes me Stay anti, socially, so don't bother approachinn' me Keep the burner closely and mosley, catch me where the hoes be Shaolin O.G., no flow grenet' fee Test me, rap sheet don't impress me I stay, rap heavy, strapped with deadly melodies [Finesse] Born to be wild, got a light, like the Golden Child Flow hard as fuck, like a crocodile in the Nile Egyptian, black Venom on a mission He was flippin', so next pissin' niggas listen Peep the stingin', you listening to the sounds of Chameleon And I pack a mack filly, for the niggas that act silly Wanna be a Bad Ass like Billy, try to attack me Put a light up on ya'll niggas, swarming on you niggas, zap me Casual and tacky, but I set it like a khaki If you don't believe it, then see me on the streets or the track beat Whatever you want, like Toni Tone, we can go to zone to zone Remember, leave ya bitch at home [J-Boo] Yo, I'mma shed my skin hot, let me begin I get down like a fourth of gin, you got no wins Hit you with the mental sword, I'm comin' hard to the pour Shuttin' niggas down, all across the boards Hold a nickel plated nine, cock it back, one time Now ya muthafuckin' ass is mine You can catch me in my pit, creepin' Slitherin', waitin' for the hit, cuz I be snatcherin' Deadly Venom keep it hot, you fake moves While we blowin' up ya'll niggas spots, now take that [Chorus: J-Boo] Throw your middle fingers up For all you niggas who don't give a fuck Now let me see ya'll get niggas bucked [Chorus: J-Boo, Method Man] [Method Man] Microphones in the chokehold, loosin' control Bringin' drama by the boat load, it's head drama In The Pillage now with Cappadonna, my split persona Hit they village and they baby mama Ya'll niggas playin' with this money, while we stay hungry And kept it grungy, ya'll gon' make me have to crash dummies Before it's over, you should keep chain tucked in And shall never run your mouth with a suspect chin, I lay it down [Chorus 2X: Method Man] [Outro: Method Man] Play that shit, get that shit...