Konichiwa Bi*ches Songtext
von Method Man

Konichiwa bitches
Konichiwa bitches
What up, what up, these niggas suck
They can′t hold the fort, better hold that thought, B
If I can get it off, see my attitude is MSG
Fuck it, I'm salty, the game been lost me
Paying dues it cost me, who acting like I′m past my prime
A cotton fist, nigga, pass the nine
Who wanna cross me now? And put my body in the lost and found
You with the business, then bust off a round
It's like the passions of Christ
Get crucified just for having that ice
And the audacity for having that life
While niggas starving and shit, the
Main reason they be robbing and shit
The same reason you've been targeted, bitch
These niggas must′ve forgot the thin line between a ho and a trick
Give ′em the clip between the fo' and the fifth
Yeah motherfucker, I′m high, there I go again, blowing a spliff
When I exhale it's like I′m blowing a kiss


Konichiwa bitches, NYC is all I see
O-D-B nigga, R-I-P
Konichiwa bitches, it's Killa Beez on ya M-I-C
You want it all, well are y′all like me?
Konichiwa bitches, c'mon, c'mon, I think they playing my song
I came to blow ′em out the frame and I′m gone
Konichiwa bitches, M-E-T to the H-O-D
Why motherfuckers wanna hate on me?
Konichiwa bitches
For every rhyme, there's a hair on my chest
Scared of the Man, you should be scared of the Meth
Now every jam that I drop, it′s homicidal dick
It dare to be death, there's no survival now, who dare to be next?
If you don′t know me by now, know where the borough is
You and your folk, the most thoroughest
You doing the most, pa, the French call it faux pas
When fucking with son, the odds a hundred to none
Too many flavors, y'all ain′t fucking with one
It's getting deep, see the plot thicker
No place to be if you biatch, nigga
Outside the Clan, we all we got, RZA
I put it down like I don't give a
One in the head, I bet he don′t get up
We drinking malt liquor, out all your cans just to talk slicker
Then paint a scene that you can all picture
You goin′ there? Well, let me walk with ya
It's Method Man, but for short Mr. -Meth
Konichiwa bitches, NYC is all I see
O-D-B nigga, R-I-P
Konichiwa bitches, it′s Killa Beez on ya M-I-C
You want it all, well are y'all like me?
Konichiwa bitches, c′mon, c'mon, I think they playing my song
I came to blow ′em out the frame and I'm gone
Konichiwa bitches, M-E-T to the H-O-D
Why motherfuckers wanna hate on me?
Konichiwa bitches
Konichiwa bitches
Konichiwa bitches
Konichiwa bitches