The Turn (Album Version|Explicit)

The Turn (Album Version|Explicit) - Method Man/Raekwon

Written by：Clifford Smith/C. Woods/R. Diggs/William Davidson/M. Davies/John Kenneth Goodison/Anthony Tony Hiller

Everywhere I turn

I see your face

Yeah

Yeah motivate motivation from the gate ya'll

Yeah

Aiyo aiyo aiyo

And we the Gods

Still tear the whole hood apart

Darts that'll splatter through faces

Taste niggaz hearts

I'm intellectual plus professional

And walbaums to vegetables

Sh*t is right here like buyin' fly gear

Dare any white man or fan n***a ran through niggaz

Blew shotties in niggaz lobbies the grand RZA

We left the radio broke I yoke my vocals

Hittin' green smoke

Allah math' show me when the needle broke

Numb the whole crowd up

Stupid ass loud fouled up

Never knew what they had

Now they proud of us

Picture my vision precision

Lines jumpin' out of commission

Divine got me n***a the boss he pop me

Rae we gotta generate lord

I feel the ditech the mildew

Buy jets and vehicles steal a little

Wrap up the whole rap government

Go head ya'll floss wit it

Walk wit I slap your boss wit it

Navy blue New York fitted I'm cold frost bitted

Two puffs and off wit it

You smell the herb

'Fore I lit the spots it's forfeit it

Blocks is hot feel the shot from fourthfifth it

With no regard for your boulevard

Just the sh*t bag and bullet scar

It's the riddler riddle me this

Riddle me that

Who the pretender

And who the door man that let them enter

The wu tang 36 cham'

What you smokin'

Got you in the game chokin'

Like van gundy coachin'

Your street team bunch of weaklings

Don't ever let me catch your reachin'

Respect when a grown man is speakin'

Shh keep on sleepin'

And just like TLC

I keep on creepin'

The five percent of ya'll keep on teachin'

The heat seakin'

Missile official

That got issues

Like funk doc got snot tissue

It's hott nikkels

Everywhere I turn I see

Your face

But you're never there

Shh sh*t ain't over

Okay now same sh*t

Different day grindin' gettin' paid

Self at it automatic

Guns that spit and spray

Gotta have it

Ass grab it

Time to slip and weight

Godbody house your Party

Watch the kid N play

Ya'll gon' make me go postal

Up in this muthaf**ka house

Full of bloodsuckers and hoes that love hustlers

Roll that izza pour me another kizza

Bigga to my n***a so drunk they can't get up

Shotguns through nose

Hot ones through foes

Let the herb spots run 'til the cops come suppose

I was just another stick in the mud on a Saturday

Thinkin' how I'mma get the fifth in the club

See my crew thick

Everyday I fights to prove it

We comes undisputed

With batteries included

Honey's bee like meth

I be like what

They want some free cd's

I'm like see these nuts

If ya'll muthaf**kas gettin' high tonight

Say all right haha

If ya'll muthaf**kas gettin' drunk tonight

Say all right haha

It be tical

Ok

Haha

Yeah yeah ok

It be tical ok

Haha yeah