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    Four Seasons

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    Four Seasons
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      About "Four Seasons"

      Lyrics for Method Man - "Four Seasons"

      [Redman]:
      Bitch
      Brick City, yo
      Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young
      I ate paint chips, the rare moon
      That pair mics, my maintenance
      I battle you and then me and Meth exchange shifts
      For money, to your house arrest anklet
      I take it all, if not, here's a thousand
      Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men
      I'm constant, on that paper chase
      Blow zip codes from Bricks to 8-1-8
      Doc serve to you liquor in the plate
      Battle royal, in the ring smoking like ought to owe ya
      Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment
      Hit 95, then hide with the Waltons
      Down South, the forty four feela
      I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga
      I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga
      Westside highway running, homo nigga

      [LL Cool J]:
      I'm the sultan of the ghetto
      The homicidal aficionado
      I empty niggas out like Crystal bottles, uh
      When I battle, I'm breakin' Bentleys down to gravel
      I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel
      I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you losers
      I knew my longevity confuse ya
      Big paper game, come on run into these flames
      Recognize the power of the royal King James
      Phantom Menace, that's why niggas make faces
      Like they drinkin' Guinness when they realize I'm not finished
      I've been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin'
      Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
      Platinum links, chicky eyed blonde hair,
      Honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
      Black thugs with white minks, ready to jack the brink
      Bend your little wifey over, help her stretch out the kinks
      That's why ya nigga freeze when I step up in the building
      The Godfather's here giving blessings to his children

      SONGWRITERS:
      SERMON, ERICK S. / SMITH, CLIFFORD / ATKINS, JEFFREY B. / NOBLE, REGGIE / SMITH, JAMES TODD
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