Method Man, Redman - Blackout! / Blackout! 2 (2009) by Method Man, Redman (랩) on maniadb.com

[Redman]:
Do you want to get high man?

[Method Man]:
I see em. Does Pinochio have wooden balls man?

[Redman]:
Well yo, I got a joint I've been saving here for a special occasion.

[Method Man]:
Ahh, niggas, bitches, welcome. A full tank of gas, a pound of weed, a bird called Pinky. To the East, driver to the East. Funk Doctor and the Phino.
By the way, this is protected by the red, the track, and Tical. With the key.

[Redman]:
Oh shit where the keys at?

[Redman]
It's Funk Doc
Where da weed at, bitch?!
I speed back wist, down to one-way from cops
See thas' shit?! Believe thas' shit!
Slaughter straight to camcorder, I'm too hot for t.v.
Backdraw water, my windpipes attached to
Project-ballers
You yell: "Turn the heat down!"
My voice, divi-di-round-sound,
some heard round town
And chances are ya'll leavin', round now
Wait later, will make Funk page paper
Date Raper with juveline 8th Graders
Hit the High School at 187 Caesar
When I bust ya'll need to back 4 acres
Doc ya'll and that's my man JabberJaw
The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off?
I'm from the underground, my soundlib
Platform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds!
[Chorus:]
[Meth & Red]
GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH UP
JUMP UP, ACT UP TO MAKE YOU FEEL IT!
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM
Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT MOVE OUT,
EVEN KNOCK YA TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE YA'LL FEEL IT!
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM
Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM
[Meth]
Now I'm the streettalkin', dogwalkin'
Approach me with extreme caution, OH NOW YOU FORCIN'?
My hand that rock yo' cradle often I'm hot-scorchin',
but stone cold like Steve Austin
If you smell what Tical cookin',
ain't tryin' to see central bookin'
So til ya gon' stop lookin', know what you did last
summer?
So I started hookin', you past shookin'
Offer open can of ass-whoopin'?
Ain't no tomorrow's in the Method's Little Shop Of
Horrors
Go ask your father who the father from the (Park)Hill
to (Mariners)Harbor
You know tha saga, marijuana blunts and Goldschlager
With deadly medley, ya'll ain't ready for Shakwon and
Reggie
Don't even bother, to radio for back-up
Alright then, ya man got slapped up extorted for his
icin'
Streetlife is triflin' *Body over here...!
Nigga pull a Tyson and bite a nigga' ear
Precisin', slicin' juggerless the cut-crew
Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, excetera
People's champ, niggaz be takin' off competetors
Reachin' for the microphone, relax and light a bone
Straight from the Catacombs
The Children Of The Corn, that don't got a clue
Prepare for desert storm!
[Chorus]

I scored 1.1 on my SAT
And still push a whip with a right and left AC
Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get called
I'm behind the brickwall with arsenic Jars
Spit poison, got a gun permit draw
Gundown at Sundown you keep score!
This training-course and ya'll ain't fit
On my crew-tombstone put 'We All Ain't Shit'

[Meth]
Yo', all you gonna be, wanna be When will you learn?
Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait ya turn
I spit a .41 Revolver on New Year's Eve
With the mic in my hand I mutilate m.c.'s
The most slept on since Rip Van Wink
My shit stink with every element from A to Zinc
So what you think? I'm a blackout on just one drink?
You must be crazy! A little off the wall maybe
Go get a shrink...
[Chorus]

[Redman]

Whatcu crazy??!!?
Since a buck tooth baby,
Doc is like straight fuck you, pay me like Jay-Z
Lazy Niggas complain
Doc load up the cartridge and start kickin' game like
Acclaim
Those who you call dogs'll rat your name
Those who say they love you, attack your change
That's why I fold down 4 fingers
Say fuck the world and jimmy da earth out with coat
hangers
Rap game n street game don't sleep
Its a cold world betta pack yer own heat
Niggas ain't happy to the cash on "E"
Then the hash and the cat and a bag's on me
Yeah Right!!
My bear hugz air tight
New Yorkerz know no turnin' on a redlight
Me against 40 of you? A fair fight
Microphones get took you shook? Wear white!

[Chorus]

You don't got no ins in Mi Casa
And it's your stopper, Meth Tical Man and Funk Docta
You don't got no ins in Mi Casa
Bomb Droppa blow you out ya mind, who shot ya?
You don't got no ins in Mi Casa
Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hotta
You don't got no ins in Mi Casa
I'm warnin' you partna Meth Tical Man and Funk Docta

[Method Man]

Every time I turn around somebody in my business
Time for you to testify, can I get a witness?
Actin' like bitch's
Dirty Dick niggas look suspicous
Ain't physically fit for the fitness
Welcome to the game of death
Polly wanna biscut?
First prize a one way ticket to my shit list
And I spread it like a rumor or a sickness
Stand-by let a chicken head lay a chicklet
Can I slap a fat ass with da quickness?
Stupid ass niggas goin' raw and get da sickness
Comin' through son, mutha fuck you and your district
Misrepresentin', misinterpretin' and they misfit
Playboy, you ain't got no balls plus your dickless
And I'm like a plumber layin' pipe up in yo misses
No man can hold me, nor can control me
Next time you see me, holla like you know me!

[Chorus]

[Method man]

Traces of lipstick on my collar
Baby you got to do some more to get this last dollar
Hotter than lava when you come believe that I'ma follow
Lady Madonna like to drink but she don't like to swallow
Rockin' that Prada, honey stay up in the beauty-polla'
Girl it would be my honour, make you my babymomma
Holler she hella proper, fuck with tha dumbin' cousin
Sucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them duckin' buckin'
Suckin' then finga-fuckin', then let me say you somethin'
I'm knock the stuffin' of that English muffin
Can't tell me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin yo panic button when I'm stuckin
All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC! Oh girl you nasty

[Redman]

Yo' I get it on poppin'
Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my drawers
Suckin' your mouth with a torn stockin'
Rapped around ? , I'm creepin' when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, darkening the area, then hop in
Pick up my bigga nigga who helped me figured the plottin'
Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough
Shoppin' in rotten--New York, birds flockin'
Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', they leave the parking
Niggaz unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and Meth's album enterin the top ten!
Choppin' it raw, lockin' 'n blockin',
Only raw choppin' his metaphores, so cops can stop watchin'
I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em
Renevate your appartment, when these two things barkin'
My Mackamichi knockin', bougie holes be spottin' on they tampons
I get 'em drippie like leaky faucets

[Chorus: Redman, (Method Man)]

Now who a bitch nigga?!
(Now who a snitch nigga?!)
Now who the shit nigga?!
(Now who the sick nigga?!)
Now who you with nigga?!
(With who you with nigga?!)
Who rock shit nigga?!
(Who pop shit nigga?!0

(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on!
(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on!
(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on!
(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on!

[Redman]

I figured it out: ya'll niggaz ain't as big as yo' mouth
My street-value well it ain't won't even fit in yo' couch
When I bust titties come out
No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out
Son's ya duck out! Nuthin' to lose, poppin' a two up in ya goose
Buckle yo shoes, scuffle my boots, fuckin' with you
Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana
Marijuana got bitches on they knees and they gon' bind us
Gettin' 'em dirty dirty with the hersey and the bombin'
Holla the drama, fire two in ya armor
Ya pigeon betta call ma, the ice is a honour
To in help me lift an arm up, lebaba(?) with ya momma
Even dirty her donna, my dick is heronomic
Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you nasty

[Method mand]

Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance
Ain't go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition
Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin'
Come mis and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different
Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin'
I ain't the one for trickin', or anybody-kickin'
Rippin' these compesitions, scrippin' them paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' like Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frost bittin'
Shittin' like 'No he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin'
Chattin' like Joe gettin'
All in the zone settin' it off like Big Daddy
It ain't no half-steppin'...I keep rappin'
Staten you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'
Duckin' my Smith & Wesson , trashin' the Meth and catchin'
Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC!
Oh girl you nasty!

[Redman]:
Bitch
Brick City, yo
Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips, the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and Meth exchange shifts
For money, to your house arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper chase
Blow zip codes from Bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve to you liquor in the plate
Battle royal, in the ring smoking like ought to owe ya
Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95, then hide with the Waltons
Down South, the forty four feela
I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga
I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga
Westside highway running, homo nigga

[LL Cool J]:
I'm the sultan of the ghetto
The homicidal aficionado
I empty niggas out like Crystal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breakin' Bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the royal King James
Phantom Menace, that's why niggas make faces
Like they drinkin' Guinness when they realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin'
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chicky eyed blonde hair,
Honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifey over, help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya nigga freeze when I step up in the building
The Godfather's here giving blessings to his children

Yeah, yeah..
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
(I'm going to kill [echoes])

[Verse One: Method Man]

Slowly I turn, step by step
Through the backwindow, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set
While everybody in the house slept,
I disconnect the phones and the rest
Find a butcherknife
Cut the power lines to the lights
Now a nigga wild for the night
I come like the living death, straight from the dirt
Back to avenge his own death on this earth
Ever heard of Jason, then you know my work
Down to the basement, the dog get it first
I can't help myself, my thoughts ain't my own
The voices in my head just won't leave me alone
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Pissing on the car seats, flattenin' the wheels
So there's no escape from the fate that awaits
No one to witness the horror taking place
Yeah, now I'm on my way up the stairs
To the bedroom on my prey unaware
Heads will be hung from the chimney with care
With hopes that the police soon will be here
I'm a killer!

[Verse Two: Redman]

Yo, yo
Fuck knocking, kick the door, evict the four
Yell out: "It's a stickup, hit the floor!"
You fish cake niggas, stay Lipton off
Did your mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's
Battle in session, what's up with it?
I talk like I walk with a fucked up pivot
Niggas scream out: "It's just us bitches!"
Don't shoot, out the phonebooth
I aim at your party, hit the wrong group
"Happy birth..." ow, ow, ow, ow
Niggas done snap, runnin' hunch back
Ducking, brick walls, get thumbtacked
So run laps, for I body you
Bust out the size, like karate shoes, Doc
Turn velcro, when night falls
Central park joggers, wear bright clothes
Tae bo, five flo's
Lizard, Centipede, Snake
I'm a killer!

Cereal, cereal killer (This is the sound of a cow: Howl)
Cereal, cereal killer

[Verse Three: Redman]

Yo, yo
I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley,
After p-p-p strips you empty
Gather around, for rapid sound
Fourth of July was three months ago, shoulda pad 'em down
No one will fold both thumbs
and eight fingers to square with Joe Young
Tongue below one, spit dumb, moron
For white boys to snowboard on
So whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?
Chew spearmint gum two double pump
Two cannons, piece by piece
Your school get dazed like G by G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, payin' no bills
Body, you and supermarket, no thrills

Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (Cereal, cereal killer)

[Verse Four: Method Man]

Doc hold my coat, I'm 'bout to go low
Titanic MC rock the boat meth
Tone deaf rhyme, microphone sex line
Next time don't forget the TEC-9
Step, Five digital, context is critical
Bomb threat these individiuals thats on deck
So you the illest nigga in Nebraska? Hell naw
It's the master, number sixteen, party crasher, Flex
I think too much, I drink too much
My crew don't really give two fucks, about you ducks
We over here Shaolin
What, spontaneous combust when I smoke a bag of dust
Ahh what a rush, cigar be the dutch
Method Man and Redman, Starsky and Hutch
I crush MC's
Can't trust niggas, niggas can't trust me
I'm a killer!

Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!

[Verse One: Method Man]

Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture
closin down the sectar supreme neck protector
Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot
about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together
going all not together it don't take much to please me
Still homes are never satisfy like the stones
we don't condome bitin in the sellin crossbones
protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan
who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence
C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home
TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out
got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out
time for some action, surfin the avenue
mad at you, where I used to battle crews
back when Antoinette had that attitude
Cover me I'm going in, walls closin in
got us bustin off these pistols
my niggas got issues...again, same song
armed with the mega bomb
Blow you out the frame and I'm gone.

[Verse Two: Redman]

I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone
don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown
suckers break like Turbo
in no zone, when I, grab the broom
moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark
leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true)
three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car
right behind on the boss
Haters don't touch, weigh us both up
now my neighbor doped up
got the cable hooked up. All channels
lift my shirt all Mammal
you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos.
sawed off shotgun
hand on the pump, sippin on a forty
smokin on a blunt
bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped
La la la la, la la la laaaaa

yeah c'mon, Red and Meth gettin jumped
La la la la, la la la laaaaaa

[Intro:]
[Redman]
Yo man glorious
This is protected
(?)
[Method Man]
And Tical
[Redman]
Slap it down
[Method Man]
Way out of bound
[Redman]
Roll in a towel
[Method Man]
Fo' we gun down

[Verse 1:]
[Redman]
Yo, flipmode,
toiletbowls explode
When Doc come drop a shitload
Grip fo's
Mushrooms, dick those
Deep pistol
Whip hoes
I bitch O's
Money, Roll, I stick a zipcode
Tiptoed, before Doc escape row
Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose
My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's
My flows is North Pole cold
My hands got area's that fits snow
Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's
My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes
Shows, Niggas pack 6 rolls
We're losin' 'em
His hart won't get pulse
Pack you bags off a 10 percent doze
(?), I could hum and shit cold

[Chorus:]
[Redman]
Yo, yo tear the roof off
Yo, yo tear the roof off
Back off, don't make me shoot y'all
You don't want to fuck with us
You don't

[Verse 2:]
[Method Man]
I get scanned, rip sand
With this stick style
Pistol, lick ground
Get off my dick now
Kick crowd, hot style
You-get-shot-style
Timid, scared to get in it
These dogs is rock rowd
Unchained, untained, you know my name
Act strange, pack flame
It's not a game
The ill flows, that kills shows
You can feel yo
Kickin' in you do', like a steel
Go for real dough
Y'all gon learn I spit germs
When you come shot on Big Worm
You gets burned
Punks don't get turned, they get done
And get sun, come get some
The last victim lye in a ditch
Now who wanna fuck with Hot Nick
Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit
Me and Funk Doc get,
toxid
Up all the rightness
I'm chopstick
Go make your Wu just imposters

[Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]
[Redman]
You try to O.K Corel
With Doc and Meth Tical
Barsaloon fight without weapons out
Strechmarks like Belly on Kevin ?Lous?
On yard to score, only second down
Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down
Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce
Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down
Pound to echo loud, bout 7 miles
Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down
Uncut rhymes, won't even fit your foul
Baddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out
Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd
Snitches, someone kiss to stitch you mouth
Wilder then rhinos or liquor trous
Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out
Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth
Love the ruckas and love to dish it out
3 watched MC's, start wristin' out
Get your whole camp put on the missile foul
Pushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital

[Chorus]

[Verse 4:]
[Method Man]
We just ice
Men of mice, ain't nothing nice
[Redman]
Fuck you like
[Method Man]
Your thight is to light to fight
We move right, on fright night
When Niggas write
We bust pipe, condo's that suck thight
We all right, you all hype and war's right
In the Source, with half mic, you half liked
And half dead, blasted on glass bed
(?), eyes red, the hashhead
Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'
Take my turn frontin'
Def Jam ain't heard nothin', yet
Suspect, ruffnecks
Buck 'em down or you get busted
Never leave home without my musket
Thrust this, out for justice, clown
And caught on Judgement Day,
caught y'all proud
Take MC's to town if they start blawn
Ashes to ashes, they all fall ground
Master be basket with hazardous tactics
Send my automatic full rap metal jacket
Blasted in plastic your brain on the mattrress
All you kids ask backwards and visa versa

[Chorus:]

[Outro:]
[Redman]
Come on, yo tear the roof off
Nigga, yo tear the roof off
Back off, don't make me shoot y'all
You don't want to fuck with us
You don't
Huh
Yo, You don't want to fuck with us
You don't
Yo, You don't want to fuck with us
You don't

Hi.
My name's Mark.
And I'm white.
I live in a predominantly white neighborhood.
I went to a predominantly white college.
And I have predominantly all white friends.
But at night, while all my white friends are asleep,
I bump this.

[Redman]:
Yo let me ask ya'll a motherfuckin question. Where in the fuck are we at?

[Method Man]:
Where we at? At?

[Redman]:
The bri- the bricks...

[Method Man]:
Shalon...

[Redman]:
Yo

[Method Man]:
Yo. Baby Mamas, baby Daddies. Lend us your motherfuckin ears. What we have here are two boys that are possessed. Possessed by dough, hos, and hydro. Where we at?

[Redman]:
The bri- the bricks...

[Method Man]:
Shalon...

Yo

[Redman]:
Yo. We welcome ya'll motherfuckers back. To the Blackout tape nigga. Side two. And where we at?
The bri- the bricks...

[Method Man]:
Shalon...

Yo

[Redman]:
Yo. Terror in your motherfuckin area.

[Method Man]:
1-0-3-0-4 Detroit. Rock rock on.

[Meth]
Come on
1 2 1 2 uh uh
1 2 1 2
Mr. Meth, Funk Doc
1 2 1 2
Uh uh 1 2 1 2
DJ Scratch on the track
1 2 1 2
Wa wa 1 2 1 2
Break your motha fuckin back
1 2 1 2
Ah yo yo
My, lyric is 8 ball
Batter up play ball
Fuck yawl and the law
Niggas we be digital, subliminal, come in
From the 5 star general
Attack you from the blind side, invisible
To the naked eye
Where them criminals
Better have your 8 essential vitamins and minerals
The wu is coming through you know the outcome
Critical
Condition in your physical for injurin
The officer and gentleman who stack by the benjamen

[Redman]
Off a beat like this
I keep a night stick
In case any stick up care where heat might miss
I chicken fry rice bitch
In a white trench
Bustin off two macks I'm like "I'm hit"!!!
I'm just playin, I clear the croud out
Like a peppa can sprayin
I throw lightin out the arms raiden
Go guard your pray
Next year I do nothin more than Y2K

{Hook}
We say
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
We say
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2 we say
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
We say
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2
And if you say fuck me [Meth]
I'm a say fuck you [Redman]
Wa wa wa wa 1 2 1 2

[Meth]
From deputant down to stripper
I'm too nonchalaunt
A drink mixed with four kinds of liquors
Catch me at the bar "Fu Bar"
Ladies know who we are and
Dream of fuckin a star
Who da scrub
Shotgun in this man car
Burnin up
Forever gettin thrown out the club
It be us Paul
Shot out and bugged
I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz
I'm everything you think you don't know

[Redman]
I throw a 5 in the power
Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps, 40 miles per hour
I'm out at Howard, next to Baltimore
Takin change out the fountains at shoppin malls
Rats can only afford Chuck E Cheese
The blood in my jeans is tough like Buddy Lee
Semi-dart auto off ya, blood coughin
Meth pull the last spark plug with a heart pump

{Hook}

[Redman]
Call me will, enemy I state
When 4 Doc run the scam
New jacks studderin, that the man from the upperhand
Punch, atomic bomb I hit many
>From Bricks to South Park you dyin with Kenny
While you bailin I'm trailin
Rockin hard hat helmets clip the satellite servallence
When I walk by you better not be kickin
Or i put two more in that terriyaki chicken

[Meth]
You've just been fitted for them seeman shoes
This is bottom of the lake raps
Stab you in the back
Kung Fu
52 cops can't withstand the 52 blocks
Unless they bust like 52 shots
I'm the has been that have not
Battle kids at Maxwell's house
Know when I'm good to the last drop
Whats my name Meth he's name Doc
Just like urban
See me in the gran transportation splurgin
Drivin with a turban who push a black suburban (come on)
We rollin windows half down through the urban
Network law lay it down like a persian
M to the E to the F, spell curtain

[Redman]
Get out your car sucker
This ain't yours
Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls
And brauds got the nerve to act funny
You a champaine ho, with kool aide money
Frown bitch, Doc up in that town quick
You back down a point on NFL blitz
I'm lyin buddah break fool and take two
And put your hole in the earth to escape through

{Hook}

{Talked}
DJ Scratch
Not ready for prime time playas
Mr. Meth, Funk Doc
Def Jam 2000 mutha fuckasssssss!!! (echos out)

Calm me down baby
Nod your head to this
Come on

Ey yo this is WKYA radio
We kickin your motha fuckin ass
Yo Flex
Thats right it's goin down
Redman, Method Man blackin the funk out
Now listen

[Redman]
Yo yo yo yo
We "Push Weight" with Ice Cube's in a cup
(AmeriKKKa's) Most Wanted
Police pin it up
(Alaza an a)
Thug passion brotha what
Bloatin gettin a girl preganant
Off a finger aaaaahhhhh
Doc da code name
Murgin proclaims off the lot
(We can die)
Yeah i'm takin full blame
I'm hard headed cat fitted for rythmes
I touch up your shapper when Doc spit on the ??
What it is my brotha
(Gonna live my brotha)
How you live my brotha
(Real civilized brotha)
I'm not fryed Jaul when i walk the streets
I rock wit da 4 cds [not a force ehcos....]

[Method Man]

Chin checks in effect
Catch red
(Put him in a yokes snap his neck)
Mr. M.E.F
(The bigheads is at it again)
Bone shattering, beat battering me
Scattering like roaches
Blessin with the over dosage of black black
(Say goodbye you got no class)
Ship sinkin fast
(Bon Voyage)
Cya at the bottom when i spot um
Grab him by the throat and say aaahuuumm i got um

Wassup my brotha?
Aiyyo wassup my brotha?
Aiyyo wassup my sis?
Aiyyo wassup now sis?
I got whacha need
And you got what i need
Got da mad Maaad Crew up in da house

Yo wassup my brotha?
Wassup my brotha?
Aiyyo wassup now sis?
What up now sis?
You got what i need
I got what you need
Got da mad Maaad Crew up in da house

[Redman]

Yo Yo doggs its my Fort Doc
Shot wit vaults until death news can talk
Cripple kids can walk
My style will show guns what it is to spark
Hit a clear the park 20 miles apart
Doc is like bad weather reports but i'll walk
If your not from the tri-boro, story settled
I pack gordy metal for those who act fool
Big fish in da water and we hard to harpoon
I'm like open wounds pourin iodine
Messin wit us is like saving "Private Ryan"
You acting out a line now you lying, dying
Wash my evil hands in the fire hydrant
Yeah Girl! My kahuna's hooked up in da harnass
Flying through hard knock life is still torn
My ropes poped in Chicago i hit the floor then
Got up and woke up wit a burn in the morning

[Method Man]

Aiyyo we mo phat then down south trash
And you know dat
With fomat blow the welcome of our door mat.
Toes tapped
Now the helified sound
Why your town off the road map
Baby mess around
I propose that, you go and get your crew and get the bozac too
Def squad Wu
Or just slave to the rivrim
Clinton is the prez i still voted for cherly chism
Poison is venom my philosophy is busyism
The most beautiful is ??
Minutes as usawal, play your corner
Swingin the ghetto pharmasuiticals the Methadonna
Or the old Flinstone chewables and mary mary mary
So dont ever say i didnt warn ya
And i dont wanna be the one to stick the doggs on ya
Ruuugh
I'm still ghetto, i rhyme ghetto, my peoples ghetto
Pants and saggy teeth yellow
Now thats what i call grimy
A million crazy kids behind me
Killa hills 10304 is where you'll find me
If your lookin baby i'm right here!
Cmon down!

Wassup my brotha?
Wassup my brotha?
Aiyyo wassup now sis?
Wassup now sis?
Aiyyo you got what i need
I got whatcha need
Got da mad Maaad Crew up in da house

Aiyyo wassup my brotha?
Aiyyo wassup my brotha?
Wassup now sis?
Aiyyo wassup now sis?
I got whacha need
Aiyyo you got what i need
Got da mad Maaad Crew up in da house

Yo Crew up in da house

Yo Yo Crew up in da house

We got Crew up in da house

We got da mad Maaad Crew up in da house

WKYA

Where all my peoples at that love hip hop??
Make some noise!
I'll cya'll
I'll cya'll
Throw your ones up in the air like this so everybody can see um
And when i say hip hop......ya'll say one love!
Hip hop!
One love!
Hip hop
One love!
Hip hop!
One love!

[Street Life]
Yo yo, enta, enta, enta, enta yo
It's the synical, lyrical rap individual
On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical
I'm not a fan of this, I'm a mic vandalist
Thug therapist, my clan's too original
My slang bang to wax, words that's visual
Too digital for y'all common street criminals
Who wanna come test, lick the sweat from my genitals
We can get off the mic and get a little physical
I was born to rock since they cut my umbilical
Cord, I swing swords, behold the prolifical
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider, prize fighter
Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire
I speak legalized dope, hitman for hire
I quote murderous notes, dope rhyme supplier
Hang glide on the mic like a stunt driver
And I won't stop rockin till I retire

[Redman]
Yo yo yo
When it comes to the darts, I throw em
Flamethrower, blow your section-eight home to your payphone up
Grass smoker, in the cut for the lawnmower
I water, I ride the wale that ate Jonah
Over, your faced wit the black cape over
You woke up four gorillas wit a makeover
Packin a punch, asthma pump takeover
My crew boards, and the whole plane lays over
(YO YO!) You can't talk wit the tape over
Pass the pussy, get out, date's over
Back to your gray Nova that's way slower
Redline to five on the highway shoulder
Enemies say "Doc the one to play closer"
This baboon loose off the chain choker
Hardcore, ?jacore? I hate poker
But y'all spread when my bullet's daytona

[Chorus 8x]
Comin through, comin through duck
Run for cover (BASS!)

[Method Man]
Yo yo this ain't ya granddaddy music, it's hip hop
Comin through your woofer like a mute kit
Hundred-thousand watts on some bullshit
I blackout eclipse wit the semi bust a full clip (CLAP OUT!)
Touch one if any, that's my complexing conquest
Now tell that shit to the court, I plead no contest
From none of y'all, please
I potty train pissy-ass rugrat for free
Keep the cake for the family and off Sarah Lee
That's how we do, powerful, movin on ya left!
Mista who, Meth, black gorilla, beatin on his chest
I suggest, you pay yo' debt or Protect Ya Neck
I suggest, you wear a vest makin all them threats
Here's a chin check that cash and splash niggas in half
Smash rappers like hash (smoke em down to ashes)
At last it's the crew that party crashes the masses
Madness wildin out like special ed classes

[Ghostface Killah]
Straight out the gate, meet Tony
Don of all dons, behind New York King Tut wit one arm
Been at nutcrunch last cinnamon toast wit power rose
Whips dirty, dustin my bitch, FUCK PAROLE!
Peace shout he's Wallee Timb's, wild out (wild out)
We in the spot, guns go off though
Came out his mask it was Ollie North
Oh shit, what up what up Ghost
Congratulations on your new flick
Burn it dead who max the most
Word up you got the most Clarks
Bravehearts spin this
For under come down in the pale he need minutes
Told y'all before I kick doors off the hinges
Ain't no cooler and there ain't no Guiness
Money like Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves wit bench slippers
Play the PGA Tour wit Jack Nicklaus
Statues of Mary, gas that bust mercury
Sit through the biggest storm and hand out turkey

[Redman]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, WHUUUA!!!
That's the way I like it

[Method Man]
PISSY ASS RUSTY ASS NIGGAS!!
(0-7-1-0-3) 1-0-3-0-4

[Redman]

Bricki-di-roaw!
Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolo's
Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44's
Loadin' it up, packin' it back, ready to splash for real
Spit flows out the gail, God tried to bail
It's hectic, 45-6 gimme ya grips
That's more dollars in them tongues in them go-go chicks
Bitch I'm drunk, pumpin' slugs out of canon
Shot ya after-party down with Meth and Red in
Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, NO JOKE!
And when I hit the pussy call me Daddy Long Strope
Or Ana, I'm hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta
Banana--Split, HOT TWO..SPIT! OOH SHIT!
Spickin' ya rippin' ya four or ya funds
I wet ya like a 141 watergunz
Cocky like Rocky, got ya scared to death!
So hold on ya bitches, cuz here come RED-METH!

[Chorus:]

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a
Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!

[Meth]

Okay the 'hey hey' baby, me and Doc about to blow
My Saturday night's so special and they pointin' at yo nose
Aiyyo, save the speculations and the rumours
Comin' sooner then you think I knock a phat bitch outta blumors
Givin' tumors, hardcore, givin' it to 'em raw
Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I jap-a-jaw
One-two, no ending or beginning to my cypher
I'm winning, tell the news like Peter Jennings
Depending on any givin' day I'm representin'
The struggle, my great grand who lived thru the linchin'
Oh yes ya'll, if you got the weed, who got the blunts?
Take a guess ya'll, Kool-Aid bustin' thru the wall
Mr.Meth ya'll, HAH-CHU! Comment allez-vous
I used to hawk chickens, now I'm maxin' with Badu
I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton
I'm swingin' a track from Staten, cuz that is where I'm from

[Chorus til the end]

[Method Man]
C'mon
C'mon, state your business
C'mon, let's make it hot
C'mon (word) let's make it hot
C'mon, let's make it hot
C'mon, let's make it hot
(Hardcore, to make them brothers act fools)
C'mon! C'mon!

With all due respect to the game, I'm the P-H-enom
Not ready for prime time, be-yond, extinction
Change your way of thinkin, or be-gone
fast the fuck out, somethin stinkin
Could it be the skunk, or could it be that body in the trunk
of my Lincoln, Continental style pop the pussy like a pimple
I'm fed up, I put it in your ear and fuck ya head up
Turnin up the temperature, hold them kids that entered the
36th, master mix shit
Biohazardous, pretentious
Do it for the chemically imbalanced
State your business, pay me at the door
Iron Man, hear me roar on twelve inches
Shell shocked soldier in the trenches
Fire in the hole {*rocket fire*} game commences
Third string rappers play the benches
Reload, there'll be no repentance for souls
Just life sentence, with no chance for parole
and that's real

Chorus: Method Man and Redman

{*rocket fire*}
Fire in the hole (Yo, fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*}
Fire in the hole
{*rocket fires twice*}
Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!!
Fire in the hole
{*rocket fires twice*}
Fire in the hole.. (Fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*}
Fire in the hole!
{*rocket fires twice*}
Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!!
Fire in the hole

[Redman]
Yes, yes, yes.. yo yo, yo
Gundowned at sundown
Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown
Your crew wanna punt now? Punk BLAOW
Swimmin trunks torn up from the huntdown
Brakes lock em up now, a rich bitch knock em up now
A plucked out eyebrow gal
Naw dawg, a broad got to be a huzzy
A hoodrat that ride like the "Bride of Chucky"
Walk through my hood, your jewels they scream "Tug me"
Mind revolve' to reload like a SCSI
Doc, Da Bigfoot out for da SQUOOSH
Shell shocked like I'm six months in the bush
Fire in the hole! {*rocket fire*} Hikin in the snow
with forty motherfuckers expirin the globe
Footprints of Timbs and Wallabee soles
We case the place like Barnaby Jones, homes
Lay it down like plats in ya hair
Ride off withcha money, then clap in the air!

Chorus: Method Man and Redman

{*rocket fire*}
Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*}
Yo, fire in the hole!
{*rocket fires thrice*}
Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!!
Yo, fire in the hole!
{*rocket fires twice*}
Fire in the hole.. (Yo, fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*}
Yo, yo, yo..

[Method Man]
This is for dem niggaz on Da Bricks, holdin down they block
For my nigga Carlton Fisk a kid who stay up in the box
Ain't no christmas -- ever since Santa scratched my name
off the giftlist, shit ain't been the same since "The Pain"
No forgiveness, dead man talkin bout he lifted
I'm livid, hands around the throat of a critic
Yo Doctor, prescribe me a drug that can knock a
mule on his ass, take the blast out Binaca
For real doe, Arsenic Production that kill slow
Your eardrums, like a happy hooker with a dildo
I spas, on anyone who show his ass
I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas

[Redman]
Yo yo when Me and Meth swarm, you need a net to cover you
Turn the rap game into W-C-W
Off the rope I hangglide to the throat
Straight beef without french fries and a Coke
"Doc's Da Name", da burglar, I serve ya
The "Lethal 5" from Riggs and Murtoch
Then SKRRRT out my whip with ran down tires
with a chicken I met who hand out fliers
Look, I'm an Aries, I don't have it
My crew large enough to walk and cause traffic
Bounce like boxsprings on your Kraftmatic
Before you be suin Doc for malpractice
You couldn't bang from start
Your girl see you beat up and shit, get a change of heart
Flaming darts is spittin, name the mark
My impact tore JFK plane apart {*BOOM*}

Chorus: Method Man and Redman

{*rocket fire*}
Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*}
Fire in the hole
{*rocket fires twice*}
Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!!
Fire in the hole
{*rocket fires twice*}
Fire in the hole.. (Fire in the hole!) {*machine guns*}
Fire in the hole!
{*rocket fires twice*}
Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!!
Fire in the hole!

[Method]
Yo, yo, yo .. (fire in the hole)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Mr. Meth, ha ha
Funk Doctor, ha ha
Mathematics, on the track, ha, hah..
For my niggaz in Da Bricks, ha
For my niggaz on Shaolin, ha
Worldwide..

[Redman]
To my whole crew, P-P-C!!!!
Hahahahahhhhh

[Method Man]
Hydro... indo... (buddha!)
Hah... cocoa... yo, ya-ya-yo!
I need some brown weed (lady) all day
I need some brown weed (jenny)
I need some cut (lady, lady)

Now these doors don't open, til after dark
And it ain't til 12 til the party really starts
(Yo, me and my crew had to be in by ten
Right before the fun was about to begin)
Yo yo, one bitten, jabberjaws, tryin to taste the
paper written, kids be bullshittin, I see they flaws
Too many rebels, not enough cause for me to pause
Them broads love my shitty drawers, the finest
criminal minded put my life behind it, you niggaz
find it hard to swallow poison in the bottle, she too sexy
So I gotta watch you fast bitches, too many tricks
that can give a dick a bad sickness *coughing*

[Redman]
Yo, yo! Yo son excuse me?
(Yo) I'm tryin to earn a million buck or two
The ill MC step in -- (and who the fuck are you?)
Doc start walkin bumpin M.O.P.
To catch a nigga gettin gassed, puttin ten on three
(Da Ruckus!) With the mic I blast men on sight
So off the hook Atlantic Bell had to go on strike
Doc did it, metaphors come AMG kitted
20/20 vision, comes tinted! From being so high..
(So high..) so high.. so high..

[Method Man]
Air it out
Iron Lung I be the street soldier, ante up
Pull them panties up, party's over, in the cut
slappin grudges offa niggaz shoulder, bringin ruck
like them Wild-cats at Villanova, hot as fuck!
Duke or sober, suave bowler, soul controller
of the universe, stole-a, colder than cola
Caps grab your hoodie hat, Island of Stat'
keep them cats runnin for they gat, in stormy weather

[Redman]
Gats, right hook, uppercut swollen how I left your eye
Stage dived, made a mistake, kicked F.O.I.
Aiyyo hoe! Doc be keepin a dope show like Marilyn
Manson the handgun be stashed in the panelling
Jersey drop son, watch me whip it like midget
Diggin in that whole plate and, piss on your picnic
(Don't nobody move) Don't nobody start flinchin
Limo driver, roll up the fuckin partition!

[M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
[R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo
[R] Is Funk Doc up in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Hot Nix up in the house? (well all rite cha)
[R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Mad dick up in your mouth (hah, all nite cha)

[Redman]
Yo Tical's and Doc, did it before, I'll do it again
Snatch spark to the ignition, I'm screwin it in
(Aiyyo we out!) Six drop in ten seconds, what?
I'll be the first one on the floor at your, wedding reception
B-Boys gather around and act p-noid
Bring the Trouble T-Roy, to earlobes, keyloid
(Terminator 2) Doc after Sarah Conn'
for the barrel bonds (Am I on?) Tical, you're on

Uhh-uhh-on, uhh-uhh-on
Uh uh-uh uh-uh, uh-uh-on

[Method Man]
Got these slim pickins on my Charles Dickens, I pack a mac
to make your back stiffen, flip the script I act different
The eyeball, keep your distance, warning y'all you don't listen
Bitchin over shit you ain't gettin
So finally, puttin in work, the big hurt
MC, with a social disease, and get it first
Enemies, feel my energies, four centuries of anger
Remember me? (The field nigga!)
Too Ghetto Fabulous, RZA.. Sharp, and hazardous
Figure, with bad habit, can't hold his liquor
Speed like a millipede (Hot Nix-on)
Contemplate the non-fiction on loose leaves
Paragraphs, hundred degrees, my pen bleed (ha!)
Showin you the pain I feel from holdin these
black thoughts, deep rooted, nowadays
they come with batteries included, in wicked ways

[M] Who them niggaz that be rollin them thai, high as a kite?
Gettin pussy all nite (well all rite cha) yeah yeah
[R] Well who them cats you can call on, when you wanna brawl?
(Get drunk as hell) and so on (well all rite cha) yo yo
[R] Is Funk Diggy in the house? (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Meth Diggy no doubt! (well all rite cha)
[R] Bricks to Stat' hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo
[M] Mad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha)

cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha...
* fades in and out before end *

[Redman]
Def Squad, Wu Tang
[laugh]

(check it, check it out)

[Verse 1: Method Man, (Redman in brackets)]

(Yo yo Method Man, yo yo Iron Lungs)
(Call us gorillas in the myst)
(Raunchy vocalist)
Your code name
(Doc)
(Whats yo' name)
Hot Nix
Who them slick kids puffin that shit holdin they dicks
(Yo them same two drivin yo whip fuckin yo bitch)
Hold me down son
(Yo, I hold you down with the pound)
You got a lot of buiscits
(Ayo but where they at now?)
Diggy down yo we resevior dogs, you puppy chow-chow
Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin it now-now
(Yo we bring the beef to you, infest it with the mad cow)
Disease
(We set to load)
Cock and squeeze
(Booya!)
We too hard to hold off
(One arm slam ya like Nicoli Volkov)
When i dip dip dappa (dappa)
The anti-socializa (liza)
Everything be ice cream from _?_
(We rock ya, knock ya fuckin whole team off the roster)
(Starting lineup, Iron Lung)
The funk docta

[Verse 2: Method Man]

Johnny blaze the ghost rider (uh)
Ghost stories by the campfire (uh)
The night breed (vampire!)
Duckin from the head rushin (uh)
Wu Tang production
Precussions bringin reprecussions
I hold my mike sideways bustin (bustin)
Another one bites the dust and
Cardiac arrest
Clutchin your chest suckin your last breath
In awe, period meth
Nigga,
dyin from papercuts, Bleedin to death
Down these mean streets johnny quest (uh)
From ASCAP to NASDAQ
Get that money sack (uh)
These habitats aint no place to raise family at (family at)
These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats
So watch you back when you come to the slum
There aint nowhere to run from the iron lizard lung
Blazes on stunts
I be dippin in the sun
My plates bear no one
My uzi weighs a ton
(Word up)

[Verse 3: Redman]
Pon Cocked
The don juan doc
Send crews back to the shoe shine box
Connect the dots
My description
Black mel
Yellow da mellow
I make it hard for mc's to run neck and elbow
With d-o
Penal code
We both to duck when he hear the bike
Wit the squeaky clutch
Swallow this hard act to follow
You could parachute off my slang and use my rhymes to toggle
I'm tense, so smooth i cant be fingerprinted
I stomp harder in slow motion
Yo fuck your appluad
Bitches still rush me like they rushed the store
Before the soul train award
Incorporate a law
Whoever aint raw get they hand chopped
By jamal with the wu sword (whoo-ee!)
My crew specializin
Snakin yo bitch
Robbin you while you on the floor
Shakin your shit
I'm doin me now i'll do you
(Yo who you?)
Doc
I bomb shit through the conflicts crucial
I be da black el nino
I mean yo
I'm supreme like the team show
With the pay to cream fo
(To see you sit down?)
Yo, na we get the fuck up
(And leave the one you wit)
Then take off of usher
Thats right, six double oh with chrome pipes
U.S. marshals out to pen us up like Snipes
(Throw it in drive)
Fuck takin me and meth alive!
(Yo, you look that-a-way)
You look out the other side!

Intro:

Takin it from the top?
Tippy? Tippy?

How High?....
The Ultimate High....

Verse One: Method Man

Scuse me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye
Who the fuck wanna die for their culture
Stalk the dead body like a vulture
Tical get, HMMM
Blacker than your blackest stallion
Hit your house'n projects
I represent the Shaolin my nigga
Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow
It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down

Verse Two: Redman

While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks!
Cause aint no need for that, hustlers and hardcores
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs
The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it
With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch
Plus, the Bombazee got me wild
(Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide

Verse Three: Method Man

10 9 8 7 6 5 4
3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
Tical bring it to that ass raw
Breakin all the rules like glass jaws
Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours
Fucka, we dont need no rap tour
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture
More than you bargained for
Tical, that stays open like an all nite store
For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
And end your existance, M-E-T
Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D

Verse Four: Redman

I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust
The Egyptian Musk use to have me pull mad sluts
I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I dont stop till I get enough
Your shit broke down, light your flare
Since the darkside tears you into hollywood squares
6 million ways to die, so I chose
Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed
The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap
And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass
And yo my man (Tical) hit me now
Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now
Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock
Empty off a lickin off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, Im a bullet on my block
How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot?

Chorus:

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the funk doctor spock smokin buddha on a train
HOW HIGH? So high that I can kiss the sky
HOW SICK? So sick that you can suck my dick
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Recognize, Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
HOW HIGH? So High that I can kiss the sky
HOW SICK? So Sick that you can suck my dick

Verse Five: Method Man

Til my man Raider Ruckus come home
It ain't really on till the Ruckus get, home
Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone
we don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin O
Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic
Bring the Pain lyrics screamin for the antiseptic
Movin on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin dome piece
Plus I got no love for the beast
Hailin from the big East Coast
Where niggaz pack toast
Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats
Hey boy, you's the rude boy on the block
You try and stop the bum rush you will get popped
As I run around with a racist
My style was born in the 50 stair cases
Dig it, eff a rap critic
He talk about it while I live it
If Red got the blunt, Im the second one to hit it

Verse Six: Redman

Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin blunts an all day habit
I get it on like Smif'n'Wes
Punks take a sip and test
Who split your vest
The funk phenomenon
I'm bombin you like Lebanon
Blow canals of Panama
Just off stamina
Styles not to be fucked with, or played with
Fuck the pretty hoes, I love those Section A Bit-ches
Hittin switches, Twistin wigs with
Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
I dig up in your planets like Diga,
Boo, scared you, blew you to smithe-reens
Fuck the marines, I got machines
To light the spliff, and read Mad magazine
I fly more heads than Continental

Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks
But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks
I breaks em up proppa
Ask Biggie Smalls 'Who Shot Ya'
Funk doctor, with the 12 Gauge Mossberg
Look, I got the tools like Rickle
To make your mind tickle
For the nine nickle
Yo Red, yo Red!
Punk ass pussy ass
You ain't gotta say no more man, that's it
Word up Tical, We Out
IT'S OVER