The Tribute

Here we go,
 Once upon a time not long ago,
 when people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
 When laws were stern and justice stood,
 and people were behavin' like they all too good,
 There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
 by anotha lil' boy and this is what he said, check it:
 "Me and you kid, we gonna make some cash,
 robbin' old folks and makin' tha dash",
 They did the job, money came with ease,
 but one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease,
 He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha,
 tried to rob a man who was a D.C. undercover
 The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic, he said
 I got you all in check
 Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah
 Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah
 Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah
 Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah
 When I step up in the place
 ay yo I step correct
 Woo-Hah, got you all in check
 I got that head nod ****
 make you break your neck
 Woo-Hah, I got you all in check
 And you know we come through
 to wreck the disco tech
 Woo-Hah, I got you all in check
 Throw your hands up in the air
 don't ever disrespect
 Woo-Hah
 I got you all in check
 YO Grimm!
 What's up?
 Which muthaphucka stole my flow
 eenie... meenie miney mo
 Throw that type of nigga right out my window
 Blast your ass hit you with my direct blow
 Bo! Coming through like G.I. Joe
 Star Wars movie deal like Han Solo
 Make you bounce around like this was calypso
 Always shine cause I got the high pro glow
 You think that you can hide you think you can lay low
 Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0
 Mad out with my dreads in my kango
 forget the Moet nigga just pass the Cisco
 Yo! Take a trip down to Mexico
 Come back with that **** that might make you psycho
 Maximum frequencies through that stereo
 Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to go
 Yo, where you go where you at bring it back!
 Props to all my people on the hip hop scene who going fast than me
 without much sheen my inspiration from youth killa bee got loose.
 The M.E.T.H.O.D. Man won't kick with a jew.
 M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
 M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
 M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
 M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
 Hey you get off my cloud
 Let me get raw with my southpaw style
 Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba
 It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the buddha
 Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes
 I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk
 Double-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper
 Partner, you ain't got no wins in me casa
 Straight up, you movin' too fast so baby wait up
 Took one, added seven more now you eight up
 Get on down wit' your bad self
 Get on down, listen to the sound, come on
 Few can ever get this whole commit legit
 See you all up in my dick
 But you don't know sh*t, uh-huh
 What's your definition of a real emcee
 From what you dedicated, hey it must be me
 Meth-Tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop
 I go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop
 Give me the green light, and the sign one way
 Have you had your meth today
 Huh, move it in, move it out
 Stick it in, pull it out
 Shake it up, shake it down
 Come on down, Meth-Tical
 Oh I often pray that I will
 But today I am still
 Just a...
 M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
 M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
 M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
 M-E-T, H-O-D, Man