The Turn Songtext
von Method Man feat. Raekwon

Everywhere I turn I see your face
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah, yeah
Motivate, motivate from the gate y′all
Yeah, ayo, ayo, ayo

Yo we the gods, still tear the whole hood apart
Dark static, splatter through faces, taste niggas hearts
I'm intellectual, plus professional

And war bounds the vegetables
Shit is right here, like buying fly gear

Dare any white man or fan nigga
Ran through niggas, blew shotties in niggas lobbies
The Grand Rizza, we left, the radio broke
I yoke my vocals hitting green smoke
Alarm man, show me when the needle broke
Numb the whole crowd up, stupid ass loud fouled up
Never knew what they had, now they proud of us
Picture my vision, precision
Lines jumping out of commission


Divine got me, nigga the boss
He pop me great, we gotta generate law
I feel you got tech to mill dude
Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little

Rap up the whole rap government

Go ′head, y'all floss with it, walk with it
I'll slap your boss with it, navy blue New York fitted
I′m cold frostbitted, two puffs and off with it
You′ll smell the herb 'fore I lit it
Spots is forfeited, blocks is hot
Feel a shot from the .450

With no regard for your boulevard
Just a shitbag and bullet scar
It′s the Riddler, riddle me this, riddle me that
Who the pretender? And who the doorman that let him enter?


The Wu-Tang, 36 Chain, what you smoking?
Got you in the game choking, like Van Gundy coaching
Your street team, bunch of weaklings
Don't ever let me catch you reaching
Respect when a grown man is speaking
Shh, keep on sleeping
And just like TLC I′ll keep on creeping
To five percent of y'all, keep on teaching
The heat seeking, missile official
That got issue, like Funk Doc got snot tissue

It′s hot nickels

Everywhere I turn I see your face
But you're never there
Shh, shit ain't over

Okay now, same shit different day
Grinding, getting paid
Self-addict, automatic, guns that spit and spray
Gotta have it, ask Abby, time is slipping away
Guard body, house your party, watch the kitten play
Y′all gon′ make me go postal, up in this motherfucker
House full of bloodsuckers and hoes that love hustlers
Roll that izza, pour me another kids up
Big up, to my niggas so drunk they can't get up

Shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes
Let the herb spots run ′til the cops come
Suppose I was just another stick in the mud
On a Saturday thinking how I'ma get the fifth in the club
See my crew thick, every day I fights to prove it
We comes undisputed with batteries included

Honeys be like Meth, I be like what?
They want some free CDs, I′m like see these nuts

If y'all motherfuckers getting high tonight say alright, haha
If y′all motherfuckers getting drunk tonight say alright, haha
It be the cow, okay, haha, yeah, yeah
Okay, it be the cow, okay, ha, ha, yeah