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The Show
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The Show was released on January 1, 2004 by Def Jam Recordings as a part of the album Tical 0: The Prequel
ReleasedJanuary 1, 2004
LanguageEnglish
BPM179
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Smoke
Smoke sess ****
Smoking that AK
Behind northern lights
Yeah
Stick 'em
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Self service ****
Eat 'em up y'all
One time for ya
Uh huh
Y'all knew me since '93 now let that weed burn
Back in this bitch, Clapper Smith, it's the return
Of the super sperm
Game over, lose a turn
Takes a germ to kill a germ
When will y'all killers learn?
You're only as good as your last hit
Soon as you put them automatics on safety, that's it
Out come them bastards
Out come them ratchets
'Til you're blasted
The outcome, ashes to ashes
We make classics
Bring you a rougher sound
You either up or down
Don't get that ass kicked
Y'all **** fuck around
Y'all only tough around a crowd
Scared to bust a round
Don't get that ass kicked
What part of the game is this?
I came to break bread
Evidently y'all killers came to bitch ****
So who you with ****?
Don't even trip ****
Some say they pull trigger
I think they bullshitter
I just begun to fight
If mommy like daddy talk
Then daddy might get him some tonight
Give me my limelight
Give me my five mics
Give me some weed and a light
To get my mind right
Is he the illest MC to ever plague a tough city?
To find out it'll cost you 'bout a buck fifty
Across your face swiftly
My aftertaste shitty
Who's built by New Yitty?
Who's milked like two titties?
And I ain't even got to say my name
I got this duck with her legs up like "Say my name" trick
You think it's all a game?
Like pussy all the same?
I'm speaking taller slang
Not seeking hall of fame
It's raw, sushi
Stain in your drawers, dookie
Quarter a loosey
Quarter more for a groupie
That like to pop Snoopy
Then she gon' pop coochie
Just 'cause you got Gucci
Don't mean you not hoochie
Girl I tell it like it T-I is
Ain't no other kids eating 'til I feed my kid, trick
Oh you ain't crushing sister
I can't do nothing with ya
My money celibate honey
And we ain't fucking with ya
I do it for the nookie
Some say I'm too pushy
Only thing better than pussy
That's some new pussy
There that go lookie
It's getting ugly even
With **** so broke they couldn't spend a lovely evening
Ladies and gentlemen
Method Man has just left the motherfucking building
Written by: Ben Mink, C. Hawkins, Clifford Smith, Edward Hinson, Martin Dweller

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