I'll give you three seconds to

　　come out wit' your hands up, one, two

　　This is my own private domicile

　　I will not be harassed, motherfucker!

　　Welcome to the meth lab, listen, it's time to cook

　　Not confessions of a video vixen, we by the book

　　Start the fire, I can tell what you thinkin' just by a look

　　I'm a crook, like some fish in a barrel, I got 'em hooked

　　Blame the Method, your sanity took, go 'head, admit it

　　You a meth head that live on the edge, just need a push

　　I'm your pusher, supplier, I'm back, the cheese on the wire

　　If a snitch burnin', wouldn't even piss on the fire

　　Now you kids learnin', I ain't tryin' to preach to the choir

　　Now the kids earnin' like them dealers that he admire

　　Got that whip workin' like I'm sacrificin' a virgin

　　That's a burden,

　　but I'm certain you're feelin' it, after you try

　　You can't deny I cook a batch like, 'Woo'

　　Hazardous material, you'd need a hazmat suit

　　Now you lookin' at me like, 'What's a hazmat suit?'

　　Somethin' used to move a body, you don't have that loop

　　Let's talk about trust

　　I told you not to cook my recipe

　　And you went ahead and did it anyway

　　Cause I never said I wouldn't cook it

　　Cause it ain't yours, it's ours, bitch

　　Hookers in the kitchen, chemistry is the best recipe

　　Especially this shit, I'm takin' on bets

　　Pressure cookers, percolate 'em like chefs

　　Meth labs here to the West,

　　wools on them gear trims grassed

　　Mr. Barker, General, front and center (What up?)

　　Got them burners wit'them bodies on them, have me in cuffs

　　Killer's focused, slam it up in them trucks

　　Eyes low, grippin'the toast,trigger finger, playin' it close

　　You think it's a game? It's imperative, we show 'em we live

　　These niggas playin' wit' this money, funny how niggas die

　　They say it's over when the fat kid cry,

　　ratchets fly here to the Chi'

　　You think you can stop me from cookin'?

　　You cook whatever you like, as long it's that B work

　　These niggas be runnin' around in the street wit' everyday

　　Don't even think about usin' my grade A

　　You should try and stop me, bitch

　　I'm in the meth lab concoctin' another concoction

　　Decisions, decisions, just weighin' my options

　　The formula highly addictive, it's havoc for me

　　Side effects life-threatenin', the surgeon's warnin'

　　I write a prescription just for meth abusers

　　Regulate your dose intake for heavy users

　　For generations, I been servin' these rap fiends

　　Babies born addicted to the metric, know what I mean?

　　You're recoverin', but you still use frequently

　　So wet your court hearin', judge show some leniency

　　Can't escape old havoc, so you copy the new shit

　　Wit' your kids in your cars, see, pumpin' that Wu shit

　　We worldwide, supply and demand, I got the upper-hand

　　Check my passport, global support

　　Informant lands non-commercial goods, that raw and uncut

　　That got them breakin' bad at the gate for the re-up

　　What up, Street?

　　Yo, what up, man?

　　We gon' put some "Welcome to the meth lab" on there

　　Man, you know, it's straight gutter shit, nigga

　　Yeah, you ready to get 'em this time?

　　Yeah, always, man

　　Alright, so I'm a leave it up to you

　　Go 'head, show 'em what you got