Nonpoint-Tribute + Lyrics(HQ)

Nonpoint Tribute Statement 2000 lyrics: Here we go, Once upon a time not long ago, when people wore pajamas and lived life slow, When laws were stern and justice stood, and people were behavin’ like they all too good, There lived a lil’ boy who was misled, by anotha lil’ boy and this is what he said, check it: “Me and you kid, we gonna make some cash, robbin’ old folks and makin’ tha dash“, They did the job, money came with ease, but one couldn’t stop, it’s like he had a disease, He robbed another and another and a sista and her brotha, tried to rob a man who was a D.C. undercover The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic, he said I got you all in check Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah When I step up in the place ay yo I step correct Woo-Hah ,got you all in check I got that head nod **** make you break your neck Woo-Hah, I got you all in check And you know we come through to wreck the disco tech Woo-Hah, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air don’t ever disrespect Woo-Hah I got you all in check YO Grimm! What’s up? Which muthaphucka stole my flow miney mo Throw that type of nigga right out my window Blast your ass hit you with my direct blow Bo!! Coming through like G.I. Joe Star Wars movie deal like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine cause I got the high pro glow You think that you can hide you think you can lay low Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0 Mad out with my dreads in my kango forget the Moet nigga just pass the Cisco Yo!! Take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that **** that might make you psycho Maximum frequencies through that stereo Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to go Yo, where you go where you at bring it back! Props to all my people on the hip hop scene who going fast than me without much sheen my inspiration from youth killa bee got loose. The . Man won’t kick with a jew. M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man Hey you get off my cloud Let me get raw with my southpaw style Mover, puffin’ on a fat blunt from Cuba It’s the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I’m the buddha Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk Double-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper Partner, you ain’t got no wins in me casa Straight up, you movin’ too fast so baby wait up Took one, added seven more now you eight up Get on down wit’ your bad self Get on down, listen to the sound, come on Few can ever get this whole commit legit See you all up in my dick But you don’t know sh*t, uh-huh What’s your definition of a real emcee From what you dedicated, hey it must be me Meth-Tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop I go on to the break of dawn, and just don’t stop Give me the green light, and the sign one way Have you had your meth today Huh, move it in, move it out Stick it in, pull it out Shake it up, shake it down Come on down, Meth-Tical Oh I often pray that I will But today I am still Just a... M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man M-E-T, H-O-D, Man DISCLAIMER:I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THIS