Method Man | Wild Cats Feat. Redman, Hanz On & Streetlife HD

Stream or Download: https://ONErpm.lnk.to/WildCats Lyrics: Key to my city/My G is tricky /My tree is sticky Stairway is pissy /The crown they give me/don’t even fit me King me as risky / If jiggy get me / I plead the fifthy They’ll never sniff me / Judge will convict me/ so just acquit me The fuzz against me / im butter slippery / they think im shifty Zero to sixty / this just a quicky / you blink you miss me I’m just officiy / Bout my bread / and my cheddar crispy My queen prissy / I’ll kill her dead / if she ever quit me These hoes / only look good when tipsy / they say I’m picky That’s perfect / You done scratched the surface / Go head and sniff me I’m pushing fifty / Can’t find your woman / She’s pushing with me Was pushing / The family business was pushing piffery That pusha in me / I get it gritty / No pretty in me For pretty trendy / I had to spend me a pretty penny One out of many / Locked up in me / Too many envy Don’t gimme gimme / I’ll do you dirty / No shimmy shimmy It’s Hanzerelli / But you can call him Shamiek from belly Meth hit the celly / We coming out /We gon catch a felly Im bout the jelly / The PLO what we call the deli The loud be smelly / Could smell it all in ya Pelle Pelle Barca Code / Like refrigerators / But aint no Perre Careful fucking with regulators across the ferry Its necessary I gotta bury my adversary These niggas scary/ We commandeery they commissary This shit is manly a little something / So don’t get weary Wild cats from Missouri / Will be your judge and jury I love him dearly / You get it poppin you’ll feel the fury Be tellin Siri to call the pigs to come get near me Hit a killer to be a killer / But aint no skele Pissin on em/ We Shitting on em / But no R Kelly Speaky country with country grammar / But aint no Nelly Once upon I’m from Shaolin / with no scarellis We them wildcats/ Yall don’t want that dope We keep slinging till its right on your coach Where the Bricks / Staten Isle at I got em right in my scope / Leave em dead then I turn them to ghost We them wildcats / You don’t want that smoke We aint rich so we going for broke Where the Bricks / Staten Isle at We finna go at their throats You must be kiddin, tryna go at the GOATS When I aint sober I’m bipolar invite me over Doc be dumpin his ashes in ya baby stroller When I was young I ate paint lead with quarter waters Now Red red lining the Range Rover motor I smoke west of the border your bud out of order I go apeshit I’m a ceaser with a little cobra Tell ya boss Im the opposite of a Trump voter Yo duke, this wild cat not from Villa Nova Im in the cut like a buck fifty or Tony Toca Ya side piece, Ima poke her / and then I adios her My hood, house, and the block / We real estate brokers We make it sound like fourth of July in October The bricks Tommy Matolla / Yeah I’m a high roller I write the crack that’ll bring back Lamar Odom That girl got good brains / I know she got diplomas She fuckin with a Good Fella/ Ray Liotta Im kind of a big deal/ I