🎵 Uh Huh // by Method Man

18 ContributorsUh Huh Lyrics "Bus driver -- this here gal refused to give me her seat!" [Intro: Method Man] Everybody... huh, yeah Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now, uh, yeah, yo [Verse 1: Method Man] What up my people equal?, this be Tical: The Prequel Shine up the desert eagle, light up that extra lethal I mean that "ooh wee", three years and two g's I'm back with new trees, I wrapped in loose leafs While y'all was just rappin', who get the set crackin'? Just like a neck snappin', let's get this next platinum What's happ'n Def Jam? Remember Meth Man? I held your hand through them years when y'all was stressed, fam That's why I still love you and Russell still hustle Let's get to pumpin' iron, and flex some real muscle Up in this bitch due, my click is Rick Rude And I ain't got the ivory, this ain't the flick, dude Somebody told me, y'all can't hold me Naughty By Nature, do my dirt all by my lonely You need back off bitch, you don't know me Got to leave these hoes alone, they too nosey [Chorus: Method Man] Meth is killin', M.C. killin' What more can I say, stop grillin' That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood And since y'all understood... would you? Would you? Would you? Would you? Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey [Verse 2: Method Man] Ok, the love issue, don't let that love get you My brothers love pistol, doin' they thug dizzle Bet y'all ain't know, did you? That I'm a pro, did you? Until the flow hit you, fuck it, I'm official Bone wit more gristle, thrown from chrome nickel Place that don't tickle, can't wait to zone wit you I'm hard as stone chisel, Meth got his own little Formula to go triple -- for shizzle Y'all know my occupation, I'm puttin' in the work So any imitation, I'm puttin' in the dirt That shit is aggravatin', why y'all procrastinatin' I got some massive waitin', and she probably masturbatin' Welcome to New Yitty, where half is two fifty If I got a problem, then that's one problem too many So don't tempt me, I'll bust until I'm empty Swiftly, that way, I get the chance to take you with me, muthafucka! [Chorus] Meth is killin', M.C. killin' What more can I say, stop grillin' That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood And since y'all understood... would you? Would you? Would you? Would you? Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey [Verse 3: Method Man] Yo, I got style, H rap round, back up and back down Act up, we back clown, last up to bat now It's me Ticallion, swing like Barry Bonds Mommy got a ratty thong, happy cuz daddy gone Turn it up it a little bit, a notch, and it'll get Cook it once the griddle gets so hot, good lookin' kid Ok, now where was I? Prepared, was I Your man broke his jaw tryin' to say what I Say on this mic, not a day in your life, could ya Say I ain't nice, could ya? If I ain't nice, would ya? Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come her, she stuntin' Can hear me "cummin'" like my dick's in her ear or somethin' I put that on my momma, she put that on her kids He put that chrome on your dome and blowed ya fuckin' wig That's how it is, ask Bobby Dig' We back on your block, with 'nuff shots to give, muthafucka! [Chorus] Meth is killin', M.C. killin' What more can I say, stop grillin' That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood And since y'all understood... would you? Would you? Would you? Would you? Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey Meth is killin', M.C. killin' What more can I say, stop grillin' That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood And since y'all understood... would you? Would you? Would you? Would you? Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey