Retro Godfather Lyrics by Method Man

Retro Godfather Lyrics

    Come on (come on)
    Take it back (take it back)
    70's style (style)
    I'll do, anything
    All y'all old school Studio 54ers
    That's, my, word!

    There's nothing in the world that I won't do
    I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
    I'll do, anything
    That's, my, word!

    O.D.'n on this one fleein, all eyes seein
    Dominant supreme being, face the mental
    Deep concentration break the point on a pencil
    Keep my cliches out your dental, capiche?
    Shit that I been through is cause for parental
    discretions no question my Westside Connections
    L.A. Confidential, world don't stop
    'less it's mental, Staten residentials, you wit it?
    Wu-Tang, Forever and a day, 'til I'm old and decayed
    I'm commited; look ma, we did it
    Top of the the world, tell it to my firstborn
    and my baby girl, did it my way, take the low ride
    on the highway, out the sunroof, yellin
    "Thank God it's Friday!" Show a nigga love
    If he got my sound pull the plug, he's not underground
    call him mud, when I flood the airwaves
    Household and stairways (rainy days)
    Waiting for these paydays, think not of the ends
    If I got twenty, my brother get ten
    Now let the madness begin motherfuckers!

    There's nothing in the world that I won't do
    I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
    I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything.. anything..
    There's nothing in the world that I won't do
    I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
    I'll do, anything..
    Yo, yo, yo!

    We got love for those with love for us
    Baby you can look but don't touch, I'm fried off the dust
    And plus, the only thing I trust is a fund
    Ain't no fun, just paranoid niggaz totin guns
    in apparel, keep us camouflaged in the shadows
    That's where I bring this tale that you never get to tattle
    Obliterate the tri-state, and the crime rate
    Tell them swine niggaz fly straight, you can call it fate
    And if it ain't mine, call it fake, bottom line
    End the case, spoonfeed the track just a taste
    of the side dish, soup of the day, I come Wright like N'Bushe
    for them Dead Presidents
    Fuck what you say, and he say, and she say, and they say
    Vacate the premises, caught up in the melee
    Sentence this song, to twenty-five years hard labor
    in the system, where it takes the form of my wisdom
    Respect mine, take my time and protect nine
    Next on the frontline, Mr. Meth
    No more no less, what you see is what your ass get
    Set it off I suggest

    There's nothing in the world that I won't do
    I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
    I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything.. anything..
    There's nothing in the world that I won't do
    I'll give my world to you, if you want me to
    I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything..

    Not a problem that I can't fix
    Cause I can do it, in the mix
    Not a problem that I can't fix
    Cause I can do it, in the mix

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