Bring The Pain Chords by Method Man

[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ Fuck him, fuck him
I came to bring the pain, hard core from the brain
Go [D] inside my astral plane, find out my mental
Based on instrumental, wreck it, hey
So I can write [Gm] monumental methods
I'm not the king, but niggas is [G] decaf
I stick em for the cream, [A#] check it
Just how deep can shit get?
Deep as the abyss, and brothers is mad fish
Suck it, in your cross color
Clothes you crossed over
Think I told her we crossed out and crisscrossed
Who the [D] boss, niggas get tossed
To [Gm] the side, and I'm the dark side of the board
Of course it's the method, man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be [G] acting, and coming for the headpiece
Protect it, fuck it, two tears in a [F#] bucket
Niggas want the ruckus, crossing that meat
[Fm] Rock not bossing, style like it's buck
Rap method man on some shit
Pulling niggas foul, some sick
Same crazy, [Gm] driving Miss Daisy
Out of fucking mind now I got mine on suede
Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I can feel son, hold it up and kill one
Want it for real son, if it's really real
When I was a little scary yo, yo
I listened to some Jeffy Young, Jeffy Young
I always wonder, wonder
When I was in the number one spot
[D] Now you listen to [Gm] the dog on, dog on
And the dog on some ring
Heading in [Dm] front, come from the street
Me I'm gonna lick off some brains
Brothers [Bm] wanna hang with the [Gm] map, bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck, nigga
Walk, step, [G] come in with your project
Think it has a threat, better yet it's a promise
[Gm] Coming from a vet, want some Oobie and all shit
Nigga you can bet your bottoms all I hear your palms say
And it's gonna get even worse for the God
It's the Wu coming through, niggas so they garment
Moving on your last [D] outfall Mr.
Max
And the refuse shake and call my name in your chest
You can come test, realize there's no contest
Son I'm nigger than when that old [G#] Wild West
Quick [Gm] on the tour with my hands on the floor
9 to 11 with the fucking rhymes galore
[A#] Check it cause I think not when it's hip hop like proper
Bars be the proof while I'm drinking 90 proof
Rocker, no OJ, no straw
When [G] they give it to me, yeah give it to me bro
I burn, that weed I [Gm] drink have to lose straight, it's burn
I'm not thinking much, I say it's a burn
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a ho
All I need is chemical back to pay the rump
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Let's do that, let's do that, let's do that
Is _ _ _ _ [G] it real son, is it really real son
We [A#] know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I can feel son, load it up and kill one
One and raw, [F#] ill son, if it's really [G] real
[Gm] I'll fuck it, I'll fuck _ _ _ it
Nail it, stair kiss it _ _ _ _
[F#] I'll fuck it
_ Cut your eyelids off
And [Gm] feed you nothing but speed
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_ _ _ _ _ _ I'll fuck [D] it
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I'll _ fuck [E] _ _ _ [B]
it
Look at this [G] nigger.
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