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[Redman]: Man he must've bumped his motherfucking head or something Yo 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 [Redman]: 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 bitch Word to God Doc throw more lines than fishin' rod No stars, we're super God non recouperb-alls (Yo) Buttons is pressed to remove the press Press a bullshit, 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 Nigga 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, motherfucka [Chorus]: (It ain't even a question) This side niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question) That side niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question) In the middle niggas too hardcore So What 'cha, what 'cha, what 'cha, want (What 'cha want?) (It ain't even a question) Def Squad niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question) Wu Tang niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question) Def Jam niggas too hardcore (Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up) So what 'cha, what 'cha, what 'cha want [Redman]: 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 fuck '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 niggas, 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 shittin' these quotes "Fuck 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 [Chorus] (It ain't even a question) x5 Caution Warning Overload System overload All systems ready Enter voice authorization sample |