The - Method Man feat Redman

Man he must've bumped his motherf_cking head or something
Yo MC's out there, you better stand clear

[Method Man]:
It's Funk Doc M.E.F., on the world premier
From New Jers straight talk, America's best
Co' Island Stanton Island is where I'm at

Ya'll ameateurs act like hos affendin' us
We're special ed'ers go on tours on banana bus
D.O. same M-O, drive through bricks
Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my b_tch
Word to God Doc throw more lines than fishin' rod
No stars, we're super God non recouperb-alls (Yo)
B_ttons is pressed to remove the press
Press a bullsh_t, my index press a full clip (Yo)
Set up cones when I'm firing chrome
I'm hittin' ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dial 9-1-1 runnin' gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon, stars checkin' out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my Range Rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck sixty if they try to block the lex
Drive by on the baja
Snatch the cartier watch I
Bounce laughing off like clue "haha"
Doc is like poppy, supplying you grand
So breaka breaka while I turn it to the Shoalin man

[Method Man]:
Foreva underground
N_gga duck the mic when we come around
Control hammer like the mighty dog
Bringin' thunda down
Now you're in store for predator
Like refugees I come to settle the score
Half-baked metaphor, that taste even better raw
Hardcare holy war
Hits from the resevoir, southpaw saboteur
Land sharks get they chin checked when jabba jaw
Time to walk my Labrador
Livin' out my dreams, at the same time shatter yours
Code red fill 'em full of lead
Grateful Dead live from Hempstead
Tiger Kung Fu know the ledge
Check the full fledged knucklehead
Clam bread, livin' on the edge used to be the best
Jack Frost sniffin' at your nose, get your Sudafed
Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red official budda head
Off track like O.D.B., I'm too black
I'm like Zoro, I mark a Wu, sign on your back, motherf_cka

(It ain't even a question) This side n_ggas too h_rdcore
(It ain't even a question) That side n_ggas too h_rdcore
(It ain't even a question) In the middle n_ggas too h_rdcore
So What 'cha, what 'cha, what 'cha, want (What 'cha want?)
(It ain't even a question) Def Squad n_ggas too h_rdcore
(It ain't even a question) Wu Tang n_ggas too h_rdcore
(It ain't even a question) Def Jam n_ggas too h_rdcore
(Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up) So what 'cha, what 'cha, what 'cha want

Yo stmp with the big dogs
Sick dog lurkin' (Roof, roof)
Doc Bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains
Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin'
Brick city, steering wheel hurtin'
Prepare ya'll crash like that Yanna cock block into gramma
Get cock in Atalanta, rockin' P.P.P. bandanas
While we f_ck 'em on camera
It's too late to plant bate for my clic to fall
We dodge boobie-traps and pitfalls and thick fog
When I tee, LA ride "It's ya'll's"
Website couldn't find a site with macintosh
On John Walsh
America's Most, aim for spots to put more in a terrier coat

[Method Man]:
Uh huh, we speak for unheard
Caught in the Matrix
Sound from the sub-basement, "Spread the word"
Like uncureables from dirty bird, beyond basic
John Wu these fake n_ggas, give 'em replacements
The thrilla of a park killa
Bubonic plague any MC, that swear he illa
Inject the dufus with the lupus
Yukmouth rhymes that leave him toothless
My filled fly and filled groupless
Observe the record, livin' out my name Repid
Study man and all his methods
And through his ethnic, learn to expect the unexpected
One step ahead I, return like Jedi
Three hours behind your punk ass, catchin' a red eye
First class but cooler than coach, murder he wrote
On the wall of the bathroom stalls sh_ttin' these quotes
"F_ck you all"
Scaredy cat kid, duckin' these dogs
You don't like us, then we don't like ya'll
Lick the balls
Be easy, speak easy
This one be off the heazzzaaayyy
Like my pubic hair, black and greazzzaaayyy


(It ain't even a question) x5

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