Say What (Album Version|Explicit)

f Missy Elliott P Diddy

Yeah

This-this-this-this

This is an exclusive let's go

Mr Meth you're so Def you put them other M C 's out to rest that's right

And they test uh-huh but they forget yeah how the M-E-F is so Def let's go

Method Man

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 see 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 bodybags to fill

Can I get hit of that hydro ni**a

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'mma cum

Want some take some I get it crunk

Speak junk I'll slow up your road with speed bumps

Chorus Missy Elliott w P Diddy doing ad-libs

When they play this in the club say what

Go and tell that ni**a bump that say what

Throw your hands up like ni**a what say what

Ya'll don't really really want that say what

And for whatever muthaf**ka don't like it say what

Tell that sucka he can get back say what

Misdemeanor and Meth in your area say what

Are ya'll ready Come on play it back saw what

Method Man

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 overreact

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 *** in my system we 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

Chorus

Method Man

Ticallion is phatter than your fattest chrome chain

I guess that should explain why I given the d**e name

Ain't nothin' free everything got a fee

How the f**k you got a car and ain't got a pot to pee

I'ma 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 the'll do anything you say

She Ice Cream I'm caked up with icing

Mr Sandman come on bring her a pipe dream

Chorus

Outro P Diddy

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 aiyo pass that ni**a

Joe Hooker I see you let's work yeah