- Votes:
- Composers:
- Muchita
- Kejuan Waliek / Smith
- Clifford
 
- Tags:
- rap
 
- See also:
Method Man - Somebody Done F**ked Up lyrics
Yeah, one, two, one, two, it's Big M E F
 The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab, yo
 On my way the w***spot, what's good?
 What's hood? Staten Island Advance
 Big up to my man Magic down in MIA, what up cuzo?
 Knock, knock, who is it, ah sh*****, hot peas and butter
 Come and get it, somebody done f**ked up, now
 Meth spit it, I comes with it, quick to tell these critics
 Eat a didick, somebody done f**ked up, now
 Y'all done did it, done stepped in it, now run and tell them
 N***** who the realest, somebody done f**ked up, now
 Can you dig it, you'll never stop the kid up in the fitted?
 Live with it, somebody done f**ked up
 Look, I'm cutting corners on these clowns, m******** and pounds
 Found with Staten Island n***** that run up on you with rounds
 Take a drag, pass it around, guess who back in your town
 And the crowd vict' with Officer Brown patting him down
 S***'s thick, thick as harmony grits, 'cause with some thugs
 Ain't no, harmony bitch, them n*****probably snitch
 Y'all be the judge, look what happened to Cocheese
 What happens when your co-d's is talking to police, you dig?
 Half a cig, let me f*** with ya wig, although you loving the style
 They're ain't a pedophile could f*** with the kid
 Now that I'm back up on my, feet, take it back to the streets
 In the GM with your BM in the passenger seat
 Riding hood, by my hood, ain't no hike in the wood
 Life is good, it's so good, live it twice if I could
 Man, it's me, once again it's that Wu-Tang
 Crushing the s*** that you bring, you know how we do things
 Knock, knock, who is it, ah sh*****, hot peas and butter
 Come and get it, somebody done f**ked up, now
 Meth spit it, I comes with it, quick to tell these critics
 Eat a didick, somebody done f**ked up, nowMethod Man - Somebody Done F**ked Up - http://motolyrics.com/method-man/somebody-done-f-ked-up-lyrics.html
 Y'all done did it, done stepped in it, now run and tell them
 N***** who the realest, somebody done f**ked up, now
 Can you dig it, you'll never stop the kid up in the fitted?
 Live with it, somebody done f**ked up
 Yo, pulling my shoes up, scuffing my Timbs, back to when?
 Puffing again, who stunting, cops f**ked* with them
 Feeling the blow, goose bumping the skin, and on the scale
 Of nothing to ten, a ten, man, it's nothing to him
 See you can tell by how I'm clutching my pen like Mae Weather
 Touching her chin, she stunting, going up in her friend
 Tell the label give me something to spin and every light got a price
 You want a slice but we ain't cutting you in
 Man, these fiends know my past work, held a monkey
 Until they back hurt, money talking, wonder what that's worth
 And MCF, mean Cash First s***, picture the kid
 On the beach in Hawaii, minus the grass skirt
 Blast first, ask questions last
 Black herse, n****, stretch yo a**, y'all n*****know what this is
 It's New Yitty, this ain't just a fad
 It's M E F, and I ain't Biggie, but I'm just as Bad, Boy
 Knock, knock, who is it, ah sh*****, hot peas and butter
 Come and get it, somebody done f**ked up, now
 Meth spit it, I comes with it, quick to tell these critics
 Eat a didick, somebody done f**ked up, now
 Y'all done did it, done stepped in it, now run and tell them
 N***** who the realest, somebody done f**ked up, now
 Can you dig it, you'll never stop the kid up in the fitted?
 Live with it, somebody done f**ked up
 Yeah, Big M-E-F, Staten Island Advance, motherf**ked*
 Word up, don't ever count me out, just count me the f*** in
 I'll be back for more














