Everything
Method Man Lyrics


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Yeah, yeah, I love Math
Yeah, yo, yo

y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the King?
Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to the rib?
Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they biz
Thinking n****z plotting on hairs, think they not when they is
This is Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly
And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me
Like nines to the side of the skully, popping they top
I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac

N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a n****
Start shining, n****z start some s***, my guard lit

Like a boss, head n**** in charge, get in these drawers
Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours
This Meth dude got that food and he serving it raw
Told you before, I bring the pain and now I'm hurting them, pa
Hurting them, pa

Up from the 36, back on that bulls***
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the Borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***

Up from the 36, back on that bulls***
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***

Aiyo, you f***ing with some capital G's, Allah Math
Street life, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me
Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift
Had the highest paid h**, get it cracking for free

Worldwide still trapped in the P's, Pioneers
Like the twenty inch woofers that's in back of the V
Leave ya brain, like you spazzing on E
It don't matter who you happen to be, nothing swagger like he

Keep a dirty cop close, never talk with no feds
Tear the roof off the mother, right along with ya head
And I ain't talk unless she talking bout bread
You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm walking the ledge

Son, I'm just a little off of the edge as I stalk
The mean streets for paused types callers are read
Killa Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a Resident
Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds

Up from the 36, back on that bulls***
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***

Up from the 36, back on that bulls***
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***

Special invited guest, I came to put the rumors to rest
Rip the rest of the slugs through your chest
Put the chest to the back of your vest
Trap your packet, take the money and jet

N****z posted, but you posing no threat
Punk, you p**** like the opposite sex
Front, see how many shots you will get
I'm not asking, I'm demanding respect

I'm just a man to respect
Watch your step, son, your funeral's next
Street life is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neck
The other hand is attached to the tech

Your next move could mean life or death
Make move, take baby steps
Hold that thought, n****, save your breath
We hold courts in the streets we rep
For Cash Rule and we came to collect, c*** s*****

Up from the 36, back on that bulls***
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip




Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***

Overall Meaning

The song "Everything" by Method Man, Inspectah Deck, and Streetlife is true to its name - it's a track that confronts everything with raw energy and lyrical prowess. The song begins with Method Man declaring his love for mathematics (presumably because of his stage name's pronunciation, given that the rest of the lyrics move on to other topics), then goes on to extol the virtues of his hometown Staten Island, his reputation as a rapper, and his loyalty to the Wu-Tang Clan. He's joined by Inspectah Deck, who boasts about his ability to make things happen and take down anyone who stands in his way. Streetlife brings up the rear by warning his foes to back off before they face certain doom, backed by a repeated chorus declaring the Staten Island rap crew's supremacy.


The lyrics in "Everything" are delivered with rapid-fire precision and a determined cadence, often punctuated by emphatic expletives that lend even more intensity to the track. In many ways, the song feels like a mission statement for the Wu-Tang Clan, asserting their dominance and power while acknowledging the rough realities of their upbringing and environment. The beat is similarly gritty and unapologetic, with heavy bass and drums driving the song forward and giving it an unyielding energy.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, yeah, I love Math
Introduction to the song


y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the King?
Questioning why people doubt their success


Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to the rib?
Offering a choice between friendly or violent behavior


Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they biz
Staying informed and in control


Thinking n****z plotting on hairs, think they not when they is
People are always plotting and should not be underestimated


This is Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly
Describing the roughness of Staten Island


And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me
Feeling the support of the neighborhood


Like nines to the side of the skully, popping they top
Using violence to assert dominance


I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
Honoring famous rappers who died


N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Confident in their skill and success


Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
Comparing the impact of their success to getting hit by hot grits


Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a n****
Warning others not to mess with them


Start shining, n****z start some s***, my guard lit
Others become jealous and try to start trouble when they are successful


Like a boss, head n**** in charge, get in these drawers
Confident in their power and dominance


Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours
Boasting about their physical attributes


This Meth dude got that food and he serving it raw
Method Man has the goods and is giving it to them uncut


Told you before, I bring the pain and now I'm hurting them, pa
Warning that they will suffer consequences


Up from the 36, back on that bulls***
Referring to their Wu-Tang Clan origins


Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Representing their neighborhood and unity


Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run s***
Proudly declaring their Wu-Tang Clan affiliation


Aiyo, you f***ing with some capital G's, Allah Math
Warning others that they are dealing with powerful people


Street life, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me
Listing the names of the rappers involved


Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift
Confident in their ability to succeed


Had the highest paid h**, get it cracking for free
Boasting about sexual exploits


Worldwide still trapped in the P's, Pioneers
Feeling trapped in their neighborhood despite their worldwide fame


Like the twenty inch woofers that's in back of the V
Comparing their power to a car's sound system


Leave ya brain, like you spazzing on E
Threatening physical harm


It don't matter who you happen to be, nothing swagger like he
Confident in their style and attitude


Keep a dirty cop close, never talk with no feds
Not trusting law enforcement and keeping close associates


Tear the roof off the mother, right along with ya head
Using violence to assert dominance


And I ain't talk unless she talking bout bread
Only discussing money-related matters


You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm walking the ledge
Confident in their balance and control


Son, I'm just a little off of the edge as I stalk
Acknowledging their slightly unstable personality


The mean streets for paused types callers are read
Navigating dangerous streets to make money


Killa Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a Resident
Proudly representing their neighborhood


Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds
Resilient and able to handle challenges


Special invited guest, I came to put the rumors to rest
Discussing their importance and reputation


Rip the rest of the slugs through your chest
Threatening physical harm


Put the chest to the back of your vest
Using violence to assert dominance


Trap your packet, take the money and jet
Robbing their victims and fleeing


N****z posted, but you posing no threat
Feeling superior to their enemies


Punk, you p**** like the opposite sex
Insulting their enemies


Front, see how many shots you will get
Threatening violence


I'm not asking, I'm demanding respect
Expecting to be treated with respect


Watch your step, son, your funeral's next
Threatening violence and death


Street life is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neck
Boasting about their power and dominance


The other hand is attached to the tech
Prepared to use weapons to assert dominance


Your next move could mean life or death
Warning their enemies of the danger they are in


Make move, take baby steps
Encouraging their enemies to act, but warning them to be careful


Hold that thought, n****, save your breath
Dismissing their enemies


We hold courts in the streets we rep
Asserting dominance over their neighborhood


For Cash Rule and we came to collect, c*** s*****
Willing to use violence to get what they want




Lyrics © DistroKid, BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Capitol CMG Publishing, Sentric Music, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CHAD ROBERT CATES, TONY W. WOOD, ANGIE SMITH, TODD SMITH

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Kiriss Lool

Yeah... yeah... Allah Math...
Yeah... yo... yo...
Y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the king?
Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to the rib?
Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they biz
Thinking niggas plotting on hairs, think they not when they is
This is Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly
And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me
Like nines to the side of the skully, popping they top
I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
Nigga, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a nigga
Start shining, niggas start some shit, my guard lit
Like a boss, head nigga in charge, get in these drawers
Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours
This Meth dude got that food, and he serving it raw
Told you before, I bring the pain, and now I'm hurting them, pa
Hurting them, pa...
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit
Aiyo, you fucking with some capital G's, Allah Math
Streetlife, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me
Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift
Had the highest paid ho, get it cracking for free
Worldwide, still trapped in the P's, Pioneers
Like the twenty inch woofers, that's in back of the V
Leave ya brain, like you spazzing on E
It don't matter who you happen to be, nothing swagger like he
Keep a dirty cop close, never talk with no feds
Tear the roof off the mother, right along with ya head
And I ain't talk unless she talking bout bread
You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm walking the ledge
Son, I'm just a little off of the edge, as I stalk
The mean streets, for paused types, callers are read
Killa Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a Resident
Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit
Special invited guest, I came to put the rumors to rest
Rip the rest of the slugs through your chest
Put the chest to the back of your vest
Trap your packet, take the money and jet
Niggas posted, but you posing no threat
Punk, you pussy like the opposite sex
Front, see how many shots you will get
I'm not asking, I'm demanding respect
I'm just a man to respect
Watch your step, son, your funeral's next
Streetlife is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neck
The other hand is attached to the tech
Your next move could mean life or death
Make move, take baby steps
Hold that thought, nigga, save your breath
We hold courts, in the streets, we rep
For Cash Rule, and we came to collect, cock sucker
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit



All comments from YouTube:

T

Method man kills it

Monsieur JADIS

Superbe album sous estimé à sa sortie... Mais pas par tous : )

thomas steffensen

thank u.giving me quality rap.

2020 was big oof

Street life's verse is mean af 🔥

Robert North

All Good My Brother Method Man 421 album 💿 Hopefully it will be better in future 👊 ❤️

David

METH IS THE BEST WHO STILL GOTTA BREATH LEFT

Kiriss Lool

Yeah... yeah... Allah Math...
Yeah... yo... yo...
Y'all ain't never stopping the kid, why y'all knocking the king?
Would ya like a shot of liquor or like a shot to the rib?
Plus you stay on top of they grills, stay on top of they biz
Thinking niggas plotting on hairs, think they not when they is
This is Staten Island gully, you dig? It's getting ugly
And I ain't found a court that can judge me, the block love me
Like nines to the side of the skully, popping they top
I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
Nigga, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
Y'all don't really want no parts of this, soon as a nigga
Start shining, niggas start some shit, my guard lit
Like a boss, head nigga in charge, get in these drawers
Fitted, nine inches bigger than yours
This Meth dude got that food, and he serving it raw
Told you before, I bring the pain, and now I'm hurting them, pa
Hurting them, pa...
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit
Aiyo, you fucking with some capital G's, Allah Math
Streetlife, Meth Man, plus the Masta and me
Soldier I, make it happen, indeed, my sick gift
Had the highest paid ho, get it cracking for free
Worldwide, still trapped in the P's, Pioneers
Like the twenty inch woofers, that's in back of the V
Leave ya brain, like you spazzing on E
It don't matter who you happen to be, nothing swagger like he
Keep a dirty cop close, never talk with no feds
Tear the roof off the mother, right along with ya head
And I ain't talk unless she talking bout bread
You would swear that I'm rocking New Balance, how I'm walking the ledge
Son, I'm just a little off of the edge, as I stalk
The mean streets, for paused types, callers are read
Killa Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a Resident
Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit
Special invited guest, I came to put the rumors to rest
Rip the rest of the slugs through your chest
Put the chest to the back of your vest
Trap your packet, take the money and jet
Niggas posted, but you posing no threat
Punk, you pussy like the opposite sex
Front, see how many shots you will get
I'm not asking, I'm demanding respect
I'm just a man to respect
Watch your step, son, your funeral's next
Streetlife is the man in the flesh, I got one hand on your neck
The other hand is attached to the tech
Your next move could mean life or death
Make move, take baby steps
Hold that thought, nigga, save your breath
We hold courts, in the streets, we rep
For Cash Rule, and we came to collect, cock sucker
Up from the 36, back on that bullshit
Okay, I'm reloaded, strapped with a full clip
Staten Island's the borough, Park Hill, we still click
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, that's the Clan, we run shit

Ira J. Lopez

The rebel I.N.S. Too dope!!

SomoshiphopRadio

High as fuck listening to this.

VFX Homie

definitley a mef track YES I THINK ILL SHIT RIGHT HERE

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