Say What (feat. Missy Elliott)

Yeah, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is an exclusive Mr. Meth, you're so Def You put them other M.C.'s out to rest and they test But they forget how the M-E-F is so Def, let's go Yo, uh, come on, come on, now Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out I trouble you in the club And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can Blaze Johnny Like Gwen Stafani, you know there's No Doubt I'm trill, sick with it, it's like ill That's the only way to explain these mic skills On Homicide Hill, anybody asks is real The more steel, the more body bags to fill Now can I get a hit of that hydro, nigga I tried to quit puffin' before but I'm no quitter If honey show me her buns, I'll show her my ones If the bed rockin', keep knockin' and I'm a come Want some, take some, I get it crunk Speak junk, I'll slow up your road with speed bumps When they play this in the club (Say what?) Go and tell that nigga, bump that (Say what?) Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (Say what?) Ya'll don't really really want that (Say what?) But if a motherfucker, don't like it (Say what?) Tell that sucker he can get back (Say what?) Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (Say what?) Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back (Say what?) You wanna front, what? Step up and get bucked And if your feelin' lucky, duck, then press ya'll luck Ya'll got me effed up, over tracks over react Once I start, like a bullet, ain't no holdin' me back I'm all that and two mac's, ya'll fakin' jacks When I cock back like Busta Bust and make 'em clap Here I go again, who blow in like whirlwinds Who kiss girlfriends, that kiss they girlfriends Got to get it, and when I'm gone Ya'll bury me with chrome, and tell hell I'm comin' home I'm poison, see my skull and crossbones Got aim like them kids in Iraq who toss stones And I got drugs in my system and thugs in the system That put slugs in victims Mr. M-E to F, bomb threat As long as I ain't no game, there's no contest When they play this in the club (Say what?) Go and tell that nigga, bump that (Say what?) Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (Say what?) Ya'll don't really really want that (Say what?) But if a motherfucker, don't like it (Say what?) Tell that sucker he can get back (Say what?) Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (Say what?) Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back (Say what?) Ticallion is fatter than your fattest chrome chain I guess that should explain why I was given the dope name Ain't nothin' free, everything got a fee How the fuck you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee? I'm a grown man, so I do grown man things Why take half, when I can have this whole damn thing? It's Meth, baby, drop top, navy Mercedes I'm number one like P.E. or Tracy McGrady It's all good, everything I spit, all hood And if ya'll gave me one wish, niggaz, I wish ya'll would Who John Blaze? Uh, when ya'll gon' learn huh? When I burn son, stick a fork in him he's done And ladies love to play, like Ladies Love Cool J For the right cream, they'll do anything you say She Ice Cream, I'm caked up with icing Mr. Sandman, come on, bring her a pipe dream When they play this in the club (Say what?) Go and tell that nigga, bump that (Say what?) Throw your hands up, like nigga, what? (Say what?) Ya'll don't really really want that (Say what?) But if a motherfucker, don't like it (Say what?) Tell that sucker he can get back (Say what?) Misdemeanor and Meth in your area (Say what?) Are ya'll ready? Come on, play it back (Say what?) Let's work, come on Def Jam! Mr. Meth, Missy, Bad Boy, Hitmen baby Let's work, come on, let's work, come on, yeah Uh, let's work, a yo pass that nigga Joe Hooker, I see you, let's work, yeah