MEF VS CHEF FT. RAEKWON | Şarkı Sözleri ve Çevirisi (tıklatınca)

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Duel, worthy of a general

If you want to fight, fight with me!

One to one! Man to man!

Get ready to gel team!

Live and direct from the one-six-ooh

We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical!

It's about to go on, Tical!

You make the call, I make the call!

It's all for all

Method Man, Raekwon the Chef

(count my shells)

And there's about to be one left

(count my shells, nigga)

I know you know it'son kid

(Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)

[bell rings]

Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye

Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle

niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught

a bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short

of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening

style, blowing up the spot like ballistic

missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven

tearing up the power-u, Me-Tical

A bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck

hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front

out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain

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Method Man – Mef vs Chef ft. Raekwon şarkı sözleri ve çevirisi (tıklatınca)