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[Method] DJ Premier Ugh Ugh Ugh [Fred] (Method) Who could be the boss Look up to the cross Stranded, in the land of the lost Standing up, I’m sideways I’m blazing up the path, running on the highways of rap Choked up by the smoke in the charcoal Lava stamps and brands me like a bar code I’m bashing all the media strikes And keep the media dikes That’s reinforcement for the fight And I don’t want to keep John Gotti on the phone I’m tangled in the zone I got the bees on the track Where the fuck you at? (Tical) Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now (Shut the fuck up) I’m lugging in them social skills That keep my total bills worth over a million The last time I checked it Thank God I’m blessed with the mind not a record Wait until the second round and knock em out They call me big John stud My middle name Mud Dirty water flow Too much for you thugs I can’t stand the flood What up doc? Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd The sure shot Mr. Meth I’m unplugged Learn, temperature’s too hot The sun block burn Playin’ with minds and get you state time Locked behind twelve bars from a great mind Killer bees in the club with his lady bug Brought his source to the dance floor to cut a rug Love is love, all day till they throw slugs And take another life in cold blood Can’t feel me until it’s your blood Murder rate’s tremendous, crime is endless Same shit different day Father forgive us, they know not what they do All praise is due I’m big like Easy, you big bamboo Chorus: What’s that I didn’t hear you Shut the fuck up Come on a little louder Shut the fuck up Everybody in together now Shut the fuck up Just shut the fuck up Just shut the fuck up ... (первый куплет) (полный текст)
