MSI & B.Y.O.40 Bring the Pineapple Lyrics

Lemme tell you now:I came to bring the pain, hardcore from
the brain.Let's go inside my astral plane.Find out my mental based on instrumentalrecords, hey so
I can write monumentalmethods. I'm not the king, but
n____z is decafI stick 'em for the cream, check
it.Just how deep can s___ get? Get deeper than your
fists.And brothers is mad, p___ed, accept it.In your cross color, clothes are crossed over,Now ya
totally crossed out. And Kriss kross.Who da boss? n____z
get tossed to da side,And I'm the dark side of the
force, of course.It's the method man from the Wu-tang
Clan,I be hectic and comin' for that headpiece,
protect it.f___ it, two tears in a bucket,n____z
want the ruckus? So bust it at me, son. Now bust it.Styles, I get buckwild. Method man on some s___.f___in' n____z, foul, son, I'm sick.Is
it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son. If its really
real, son, lemme know it's real.Load it up and kill
one,Load it up and kill one,Load it up and kill
one,If it's really real.When I was a
little stereo, I used to be the champion. ( Ooo hoo hoo )I
always wonder when I will be the number one. ( Hey, hey, hey
)And now you listen to me, Darcon. Darcon.And
all you n____z come and test me? Test me.I'm gonna
lick out your brains.Mothers wanna hang with the meth,
bring the rope,'Cos the only way you hang is by the
neck,n____, b__p off a set.Comin' through
all your projects,Take it as a threat or better yet, it is
a promise.Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam
s___,You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on
it.And it'll get even worse, word to God, it's
the Wu.Comin' through, takin' n____z 'fore
they're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.Movin' to your left,I came to represent and carve
my name within your chest.You can come test, realise
it's no contest, son.I'm the gun who won that
old Wild West.Quick on the draw with my hands on the
floor,Lovin' all those g______ monkey rhymes
galore,Check it, 'cos I think not when it's hip
hop like proper rhymes be the proof when I'm
drinkin' ninety proof vodka.No OJ, no. No
straw.When you give it to me, yeah, give it to me raw, I
burn.Give it to me raw, I burn.Chest hair.I don't need no chemical blow to pull no ho, no.All I need is chemical bank to pay her up.Is it real,
son? Lemme know it's real, son. If its really real, son,
lemme know it's one, two, three, four,Kill one, f___
it up and kill one.f___ it up and kill one.Lemme
know it's real.