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Lyric [Cheka]

Cheka
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Album: Blackout
Featuring: Redman
[Redman]:
Bricki-di-raw
Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolo's
Flicki-di-flame, ow, when chrome .44's
Loadin' it up, packin' it back, ready to spash 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 thongs 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 waterguns
Cocky like Rocky, got ya scared to death
So hold on ya bitches, cause here come Red and Meth

[Chorus - Redman (Method Man)]:
Microphone check, mirco-microphone checka
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' necka
(Rememba these?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka (Rememba these?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka (Rememba these?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka (Remeba these?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka

[Method Man]:
Okay, the hey hey baby, me and Doc about to blow
My Saturday night's so special and they pointin' at yo' nose
Ay yo, save the speculations and the rumors
Comin' sooner then you think I knock a fat bitch outta blumers
Givin' tumors, hardcore, givin' it to 'em raw
Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I jabba jaw
One two, no ending or beginning to my cypher
I'm winning, tell the news like Peter Kenny
Depending on any givin' day I'm representing
The struggle, my great gram who lived through the linching
Oh yea ya'll, if you got the weed, who got the blunts?
Take a guess ya'll, Kool-aid bustin' through the wall
Mr. Meth ya'll (hah-chu) Comme t'elle a vous?
I used to hawk chickens, now I'm maxin' with Badu
I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton
I'm swinin' a track from Staten, cause that is where I'm from

[Chorus]
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