Meth Vs ChefIntro:Duel, worthy of a generalIf you want to fight, fight with
me!One to one! Man to man!Get ready to gel team!Live and direct
from the one-six-oohWe 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
allMethod Man, Raekwon the Chef(count my shells)And there's about
to be one left(count my shells, n****)I know you know it'son
kid(Bring that s*** I don't give a f***!)*bell rings*Verse One:
Method ManWho lit that s*** it was I the c****y-eyeCheeba-hawk from
New York, Tical Staten Isleniggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but
they caughta bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich shortof a picnic,
cause you ain't equipped with the sickeningstyle, blowing up the spot like
ballisticmissiles, I be comin through like the
four-nine-three-eleventearing up the power-u, Me-TicalA bad
m************ buddah monk, what the f***hit your chest, like cardiac
arrest, blow the frontout the frame, hit the p****cat for the painof
the dog s***, nobody move run your garmentsA rugged vet, terrible like a
Champion sweatWrap a power in a tec, to weta n**** up, with all the
dangerous diseasesSniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head
feverFucker, I think it's bout time that you sufferBobbin on my nob
like an all day sucker*bell rings* b****!Meth Vs. Chef(it's my
turn) Meth Vs. Chef(yo let's bring that s*** baby) Meth Vs. Chef(yo,
yeah, one more time n****) Meth Vs. Chef(callin me out, it's goin off) I
blow your f***** a** to death*bell rings*Verse Two: Raekwon the
ChefI'm goin all out kid no turnbacksYou could try to front, get
smoked and that's thatLyric a**assin, dressed in black bugginSixteen
shots to your mug, from a slug thenI go to war in a conrete jungle, make
the puntcause n***** act funny, and fumbleBut I relax, count my shells,
a lot of heads gotta flyNiggaz stay strapped, armed to dieTime for
jet-black Tim boot, flowinWha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine
troopNo question, cha-cha-BLOW in the sessionBloodshot in that
direction, cypher*bell rings*'Tack you like chess moves best
moveYo, yeah, yoThe boards, your a**'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell
rings*'Tack the boards like chess moves best moveat Rae through, comin
at your m*********** crewLive direct, yeah you better stepGunshots ring
on the set, let's jetMotivate, to the gateWith some quick high Rae stay
fly, and rob your IsleAirwaves, yo behaveNow you're a slave with the
boots that paved the way*bell rings three times*Ahh s***!Chef
Vs. Meth Vs. Meth
me!One to one! Man to man!Get ready to gel team!Live and direct
from the one-six-oohWe 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
allMethod Man, Raekwon the Chef(count my shells)And there's about
to be one left(count my shells, n****)I know you know it'son
kid(Bring that s*** I don't give a f***!)*bell rings*Verse One:
Method ManWho lit that s*** it was I the c****y-eyeCheeba-hawk from
New York, Tical Staten Isleniggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but
they caughta bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich shortof a picnic,
cause you ain't equipped with the sickeningstyle, blowing up the spot like
ballisticmissiles, I be comin through like the
four-nine-three-eleventearing up the power-u, Me-TicalA bad
m************ buddah monk, what the f***hit your chest, like cardiac
arrest, blow the frontout the frame, hit the p****cat for the painof
the dog s***, nobody move run your garmentsA rugged vet, terrible like a
Champion sweatWrap a power in a tec, to weta n**** up, with all the
dangerous diseasesSniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head
feverFucker, I think it's bout time that you sufferBobbin on my nob
like an all day sucker*bell rings* b****!Meth Vs. Chef(it's my
turn) Meth Vs. Chef(yo let's bring that s*** baby) Meth Vs. Chef(yo,
yeah, one more time n****) Meth Vs. Chef(callin me out, it's goin off) I
blow your f***** a** to death*bell rings*Verse Two: Raekwon the
ChefI'm goin all out kid no turnbacksYou could try to front, get
smoked and that's thatLyric a**assin, dressed in black bugginSixteen
shots to your mug, from a slug thenI go to war in a conrete jungle, make
the puntcause n***** act funny, and fumbleBut I relax, count my shells,
a lot of heads gotta flyNiggaz stay strapped, armed to dieTime for
jet-black Tim boot, flowinWha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine
troopNo question, cha-cha-BLOW in the sessionBloodshot in that
direction, cypher*bell rings*'Tack you like chess moves best
moveYo, yeah, yoThe boards, your a**'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell
rings*'Tack the boards like chess moves best moveat Rae through, comin
at your m*********** crewLive direct, yeah you better stepGunshots ring
on the set, let's jetMotivate, to the gateWith some quick high Rae stay
fly, and rob your IsleAirwaves, yo behaveNow you're a slave with the
boots that paved the way*bell rings three times*Ahh s***!Chef
Vs. Meth Vs. Meth