Альбом Method Man

[Intro: Redman (Method Man) {stage people}]
D.C. make some God damn noise
{You got, you got Meth mic, right?}
{We can only fix one mic at a time}
{Ok, he got Meth, mic?}
(Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome you)
(To the Redman & Method Man show)
Yes sir, yes sir

[Redman]
Yo, when you see smoke in the air
Two hot boys that put coke in your ear
Fuck pimp, I wanna get dope of the year
Til I die and I smoke with a lear
Boost my career, and bare arms heavy
What you trynna get, I was there already
Yeah, I'm a wise ass, take one to know one
Asshole Academy, yeah I'm the spokesman
Talk that greasy, on the north TV
Even pigs love the Boss Hog CD
What you find hard, I do it easy
I can see why the next guy wanna be me
Yeah, I'm a problem, ya'll can't solve 'em
Straight up bitch like Cartman mama
Keep a 'brown fox' like the 'ill na na'
B.O. 2, bitch, we bring the drama

[Chorus: Redman]
How the fuck ya'll feeling tonight?
How the fuck ya'll feeling tonight? For real

[Method Man]
Yup, I think my mind playing tricks on me
I hold the weight like my name set the smith on me
It's Meth & Doc, nigga, back on that, homey
Back on the strip, how many women wanna strip for me?
This nigga spit, don't he? My flow is heavy
As Katrina when she broke the levy's, real as they get, whoadie
Ya'll better get to know me, I'm top notch
Got a thing for the top spot, too hot for you to hold me
When niggas ugly you gotta cut me a dime
Little Asian honey is funny, she love me long time
Get this money, if you don't mind, got money on my mind
Cuz I'm hungry, never dummy, the sun forever shine, nigga
If you rolling with us, then throw your hands up
We need Bricks and Staten Island to stand up
Here's your chance, my niggas, go 'head and man up
Blunt Brothers, see we at a level they can't touch

[Chorus]

[Redman (Method Man) {both}]
Yo, Redman (Method Man) back in the building
(We can ship gold) fuck one million
(Underground rap) That's what you hearing
{Middle finger up like fuck ya'll feelings}
{Yeah, yeah, fuck ya'll feelings}
That's how it sound when them boys be wheeling
{Yeah, yeah, fuck ya'll feelings}
(Niggas can't eat, then it's back to robbing and stealing)
Give it up, nigga!

[Redman:]
Check out the main attraction,
Black man in action,
Be orangatang[? ], I remain attracting, you need a boost I'm the right [? ], hiphop is lame the whole game is lacking, I make my comission on weed and shows, chicks wanna spread rumors like clubuvo's[? ] but it's fat when it's clippin, boy I mean bizniz, we got beef on the teeth with sawbeanniggaz, redman and methodman stay in the lab, america meet the new tango&cash, hiphop is in trouble, I stay on the path, rappers wanna beat me I'm lke gimme the map, I'm like naaah, I'm a keep it funky nigga talk twenty cause for money I'm a junkie niggaaa

(feat. Saukrates)

[Redman:]
Check it out, yo
I be like "yiggy yes y'all", Doctor on call
I'll rock 'til my name in graffiti on the wall
Got flow like the rappers in Great George
Got weed? (I got blunt) My name Jamal
I pause, flick the ash from my L
I +Pause+ like Run and Jason Mizell
The emcee is me, host for the night
Papa Doc, only thing I don't choke on the mic
I choke a bitch out if my gwap ain't correct
Then with my giant hancock, I'll get the cheque
I love trucks but drop-tops is the best
From the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex - watch me
Haha, she like "Red so cool"
Any nigga after me, it's a deja vu
Doc stay in the paint like A.I. shoes
Just watch how a one tonner made a move, dig it!

[Chorus: Saukrates]
Hop in my truck and roll up the window
A-yo, you know what you in for
Once we turn the corner, light up the endo
A-yo, a-yo, a-yo
Yes she with me getting low like a limbo
Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough
Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk
A-yo, a-yo, a-yo

[Method Man:]
Who these corner store rappers slinging cracks in my hall?
Mama's in the kitchen cooking cat, rat and dog
Me, I want a little something, y'all could have it all
I tryna walk before I crawl and move this package in my draws
That's why I push the pedal to the muh'fuckin floor
With ten per cent method, only plug something poor
And still I keep it funky like four plus one more
Get this money like "In God We Trust", trust your boy
It's a given, living this life it was written
Especially for me, I'm what the recipe is missing
Blow my piff in the air, key the ignition
Then get to lane switching, plucking ashes off the clip and
Mammy wanna ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde
If anybody try to +Kill Bill+, it'll probably be the bride
Like all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine
And now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his prime

[Chorus: Saukrates]

[Redman:]
Yo, I got my swagger on and I feel great
Funk Doc be in the hood like Enfamil cases
I network on MySpace real late
Hoping my album make me another Bill Gates
Around my crib, look how I live
I'm a slob but crip niggas say I get biz
Anywhere I did a show women saying that I'm
"So aaaaaa-ma-zing"

[Method Man:]
Yeah, another mic, another night and the day's end
Another heist, another kite in the state pen
My state business shit, y'all dudes just break wind
New York nigga, either you're made mice or made men
I do the dirt that keep my hand on the work
I got the other hand up Mona Lisa's skirt
My aim one since day one stop
How many shots will it take to make son drop?

[Chorus: Saukrates]

[Redman: Repeat to end]
Hey!

[Intro: Redman]
Yessir, Red and Meth in the muthafucking building, nigga Yeah... yeah... ya'll already know the muthafucking business, nigga Agh, let's go, yo check it

[Redman:]
Yo, you can, find me up inside a whore Making her legs go up like Ferrari doors Gilla House get 'Chips A'Hoy', don't sniff the boy But I'm naughty like Tommy Boy Go back like Atari cords, still here, shit Superman ended up in a wheelchair I'm fresh like Bel-Air, I paid my dues And you trying to be cool up in Sunday school Can't move when I flow, bet a nigga gonna copy Take it home, study it, then he gon' profit In the rap game, every nigga gonna gossip Even Herbie Hancock know Red rock it Yo, Red, stop it, time is up Only nigga that's fly on the rhyme is us Cause, no one can stop me Da-da-na, da-da-na, like Rocky

[Chorus x2: Redman (Method Man) {The Notorious B.I.G. sample}]
Aiyo, this how it sound when them boys underground Nigga, check our style, we some {Dangerous M.C.'s} (Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em, forgot 'em) (Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em) {Dangerous MC's}

[Method Man:]
Yo, back when chef mami used to sell plates, we used to sell base I learned to wipe my nose and wipe the prints off the shell case Don't want no jail case, freedom miles standing at hell's gate It's hot, and the devil's my cell mate The game's addictive, I can't stop, it's like I'm chasing that first high Like Betty Crocker baking that first pie The beef we serving is stir fried, swerving all through your urban Hurting, every gate and corner, you working, I'm The bottom line, the school of hard knocks turn into Columbine And my set is throwing up dollar signs Some get gwop, some get pop, me? I got a ziplock of bubble gum, just for selling Chris Rock Nobody move, nobody shot, Meth, I'm in the body shop Where you rummy, rolling your body drops I'm trynna stand on my own two, get signed to a major Be a franchise player and get my own shoe

[Chorus x2]

(feat. Keith Murray)

"Everybody just scream!"

[Intro: Redman (Method Man) {Keith Murray}]
Gilla House, aiyo, Meth, nigga? (What up?)
Aiyo, Keith Murray, nigga, pass the muthafucking weed, nigga
{Meth, got that joint} (Nah, you got that shit, nigga, stop playing)
You know how I do when I come in the muthafucking building, man
Redman, nigga

"Everybody just scream!"

[Redman]
Call your moms on the phone, it's the jam
I got jet ski's that ride over land
Since a young buck had fire in my hands
When I was bumping "Roxanne, Roxanne"
I got gin and an O.J.
Rock 'friday' to 'next friday' like O'Shea
Hit the west coast, six four on tray
Doctor Bombay, sick flow all day
I don't play fair, niggas can't see me
That's why I make it do what it do, baby, yeah
You want some, yeah, niggas hit the floor
When I kick in the door, wave in the four four
For sure, Uncle Snoop, where's the coupe?
Cuz I keep a hoe fighting like New York and Hoopz
Strap up your boots, move around
Pick it up like engine number nine
It's mine, homey, Tech, what's good?
And it ain't hard to tell how I rep my hood
You a beast like me, rep your hood
Sign the check when I mic check, one-two

[Chorus: all]
West Coast niggas love getting it started
Down South niggas love getting it started
East Coast niggas love getting it started
But when we in the house shit get retarded
When we in the house shit get retarded
When we in the house shit get retarded
We came to finish what ya'll done started
"Everybody just scream!"

[Keith Murray]
Aiyo, fuck your prognosis on who's the dopest
You get skate like super chronic holitosis
If you looking for beef, you know you gon' get it
Got ya'll niggas yellin' 'callin' the cops, get the paramedics'
Keith Murray, Method Man, Redman
Hip hop got Barack in his B-Boy stance
Like a nigga with no legs, you don't stand a chance
Against the Wu-Tang, Def Squad, L.O.D. wardance
One glance, watch Keith Murray hop out
In a hurry, cold like a McFlurry
No Mickey D's, show me the money like Jerry Maguire
L.O.D. for hire, I'm ready
I rep Strong Island, bums get rushed
I pack house like Biggie in Notorious
We warriors, who the fuck are you?
I pop an E and the gun go Pikachu
Niggas know how deep the crew, get at me
I'm nasty, but I went from ashy to classy
Got badunkadunks waving all at me
Cuz I be, doing my thing and making everybody scream

[Chorus]

[Method Man]
Yo, Brick City, Staten, Long Island, we back
More violent on the track, black talent and a gat
Bomb shit, like a nigga wilding in Iraq
See the truth of the fact, niggas lying in they raps
Me? I'm a diamond in the rough in the cut
Like paroxide, got mine frying in the Dutch
Forget about your top 5, try and top mines
Take shine like I got mine ironing your guts
You know I keep it fired up, fire in the hole
To the game, old and tired, I be tired when I'm old
I'm trying to keep it hot like the pile up in the stove
While these rappers losing power putting powder in they nose
Meth, Keith Murray and Redman, yo
Fuck you and your mama on a headband, hoe
You can call the kid a modern day Van Gogh
Take the art to a place where the fake can't go
My chain and my pants hang low
Got my own namebrand, I'm the man made, bro
Cash in advance, I'mma blow up with the dough
Whoa ho ho, don't let me like slow up with flow

[Chorus]

[Intro: Redman]
Turn the beat up a little bit
Got to get that part, baby
I'm a do it like this, baby, I don't give a fuck, baby
Yo, yo

[Redman:]
I walk in the spot, and I see niggas standing 'round
So I ask what's going down
Got a girl in the back, a blunt in the mouth
And a chain on my neck, hang to the ground
Hey, I said how you feel?
Baby look tough with a gangsta grill
I ain't rich, but I pay my bill
I'm like Jay, I'm trying to drop me 'a mil'
My hood tripping, chrome wheel whipping
With all these hoes, you can tell I'm slipping
Shots of Patron, got bird eye vision
Even broke niggas wanna learn my pimping
Yeah, yo, let's be clear
You're unaware what's in the underwear
She said 'yeah', I said 'yeah'
Pulled the purp' out and put it in the air

[Chorus: Redman (Method Man) {Poo Bear}]
Aiyo, I smell something burning up
So I throw it up, and I put it in the air
(Tell that DJ, turn it up
While I roll it up, and I, put it in the air)
{Higher, we gon' take it, higher, watch me move it
Higher, we put money in the air} Put, put, put, put
Put it in the air

[Method Man:]
When I come up in the club, and I see my niggas on the wall
And I'm like 'yo, what's wrong with ya'll? '
Got these girls in the spot, and I don't care if she a bird or not
Cause I ain't really trynna talk to ya'll
Got a pocket full of stones, grown with a pocket full of bones
I'm a class act, I follow with the chrome
Lane switching, got your misses on the phone
Baby girl, turn ya head and teeth missing out her comb
Look, I want this money off the books
Little kush, and a Playboy bunny that can cook
You wan't the truth? Man, you fucking with a crook
But these niggas want the juice, now they fucking up the jooks
Jimmy Crack Corn, and I don't muthafucking care
Cause the green is the only thing puffin' over here
So be clear, put this bug up in your ear
Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air

[Chorus]

[Redman:]
A dude like me, keep a boom boom in the truck
So you hear Doc rolling up
Middle finger in the air, to my haters, yo, what's up?
You can tell Doc fuck shit up
Hey, nigga, I'm so hood
My hand on the pump, niggas understood
Bitch, I'm no good, I swear
Light shit up like Times Square, put it in the air

[Method Man:]
I got a bottle of Patron, I'm the only one that spent that cash
But everybody try to get they glass
Now we can all have a drink, if you trying to put some dough in the bank
But if not, ya'll can kiss my ass
I need a, Cinderella that can give me the loot
Better yet, a French vanilla that can give me the scoop
Oh yeah, just so we clear, put this bug up in your ear
Meth and Doc put it down, yo, put it in the air

[Chorus]

(feat. Bun B)

[Redman:]
I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky
Hit 145, bout like 12 twinkies
Today a good day, I know don't jinx it
I will keep a smith, just like J Pinkett
Baby without blinkin, I do it my way
I shit on folks, the opposite of arcade
I'm rude pardon me, I'm too hood doc
On your mind all the time, like [? ]
Who am I
That nigga to fly
My mama gave birth on Continental Airlines
I ain't lyin'
I'm back boy, you hit the backboard
I'm all swish make a memo on your blackboard
This class here nigga is for the underground
UGK, Doc & Meth lockin the summer down
And I ain't playin' games homie, so get it right
Cause I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up under city lights

[Method Man:]
Yo, I dropped in 95, now I'm on 95
South in the dirty been ridin' dirty since dirty died
I guess you dirty my nigga, heard me I'm certified
And when I ride I'm with Reggie Noble, New Jersey drive
I make it happen homie, I take you back when I was [? ] from me
And the older niggas be snappin on me
How many rapper know me? I know a cash on
Face is the game I take it, and Holy matrimony
And now can't nothin hold me, I foss with UGK
Some dudes are more like Kobe, I'm more like [? ]
You either in it pimpin'or you just in the way
I love this life that I'm livin', your shit can end today
Two things to know about me, I guess I neva change
And keep this money like Southern Cali, it never rain
See, I ain't playin games with ya, so get it right
And I get Toed up under city lights, I I get Toed up up on the city lights

[Bun B:]
Yeah, UGK 4 Life
R.I.P. to da Pimp
For the king of the trill is up in this bitch
Drop the top and I hit the switch
You see my leather seats tuck and stich
Texas niggas, we gettin rich
Fuck a hater man, fuck a snitch
G code nigga we don't love the po po
No more swag man, pass the do do
We keep it super tight like [? ]
I'm bout my Doe hoe so don't play with my bread man
I been tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so instead
I'm popin' a truck and grabbin that chopper with an AK to your head
I'd rather be layin up in tha bed with you baby and makin head
Yeah, my Cadillac cold candy painted drippin like burnin dick
Mt steerlin' wheel is wood grain I grip it and turn it quick
I'm ridin 4s both black and yellow stripes like a Steeler
And as far as rims go, I'm a 84 wheeler
A slab peller when I mash out in the cadi lean
And back up on leather man I'm smoking on a fatty
It's UGK 4 Life if you ain't know you'd better get it right
(Why?) I get Toed up under city lights, I I get [? ] up on the city lights

[Intro: Method Man (Redman)]
I wanna deal, with a bigger asshole
The streets, it's coming down hard
We got to get our shit together
We always had music, eating off the game
Like you was never gon' run dry, that ain't no business
(No other game is run so disorganized
Look around you, every hood that's taking care of business
Is together, dig it, tight?)

[Method Man:]
I can't spend my life running away
For what it's worth, how much dirt can I get done in a day?
I got, clip in the AK (a blunt in the tray)
I'm a beast (Fuck the police) N.W.A.
Ya'll play this game that the huster's play
And if you dress in the metrosexual way, then muthafucka, you gay
Ya'll can save this drama for Kay Slay, like who's fucking my chick
Or writing books about sucking my dick
Now I don't give a fuck what they say, cause once I put on my cool
They see my life and wanna put on my shoes
Top of the world, ma, look at your dude
I dig a chick with an attitude, but I don't let her cook up my food
It's like these young niggas hugging the strip
Who got the power to move bricks and buildings never loving the bitch
Stripping with game, ya'll can guzzle a sip, ain't nothing change
My niggas is off the chain, and we don't muzzle the pit, a-ha

"Can I get a suuuuuuuu? "
"Aiyo, this bounce right here for all my Wu-Tang muthafuckas in the house, tonight"

[Redman:]
Soon as I, pick up my pen, I begin my flow
I close my eyes then write rhymes in a Blackout mode
My uzi, weigh over a ton, CD plays over
I do my crime with baking soda, with no odor
Pull out like boat motor streams, crack your shoulder wing
Def Squad decoder ring, psychopath bordering
My dogs shitting on your lawn, while you watering
Pay the fine, audit him and shit on your lawn again
D.O.C. get it, C.O.D., my hood
P.O.P., nigga, N.J. deep, baby
Jersey state of mind, Method Man, lock 'em in
Ya'll niggas give a fuck, punk, we the opposite, yup
I hear you gossipping, cause we on
Just because I rock, don't mean I'm made of stone
My bones is sturdy, I wake up to get it early
When I bully the streets, my Co-D is Keith Murray
In a hurry, back down, the boy roll with us
This how it sound when them boys is transmitted
Bricks to Staten Island, where babies turn into killers
That's why my Cadillac bare more arms than caterpillers, let's get it

"Can I get a suuuuuuuu? "
"Aiyo, this bounce right here for all my Wu-Tang muthafuckas in the house, tonight"

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(feat. Erick Sermon)

[Methodman:]
Yeah... nice.
Dedicated to all the beautiful people in the house...
You know who you are... yeah.
Redman, Methodman, Blackout 2.
Sexy.

[Verse 1:]
Hair n nails done up, girl you got your act together
You get the thumbs up.
Your raw footage is uncut,
Frontin like them goodies is untouched,
We both knew these moneys is young bucks, ma
You ever take a trip to Shangri la?
Too many hardships, the hardest one is saying goodbye
Look here, times run, let me save you some time
N in your spare time fully understand I'm a rare find... ha you kno,
So pick a date and pick a place n we there fo' sho,
Slow up the pace this ain't a race n there you go.
I'm dope money girl that means I got cash to blow.
She love it tho, she's so international.
Not around the way you round the world
N you be stuntin' when you 'round your girls, but you classy tho.
I'm feelin your vibe you're feelin how high the G4's ready to fly, is you ready to ride? Let's go!

[Chorus 1:]
International...
Now we can creame, we can lay on the beach you know,
Then hit the sheets, I'll let you play with my feets you kno.
She keep it low, she's so international!
International...
[Redman:]
Hey, I like a girl that would roll me a ***** you know,
With pretty feet, cook me something to eat you know,
You're not a groupie, you're international!

[Verse 2:]
(Yo)Heyy...
You know me girl, who I be girl,
The big whale that bailed outta sea world.
What's yo name, show me ID girl.
You look Black n a lil Chinese girl.
Hey wait a minute, where you going shorty?
Tryna sneak past me like you ain't ballin',
You look sweet like tweet baby, ca-ca-call me.
Matter of fact, wasn't you on Maury? I'm just playin.
Hey miss thang, hey miss thang, how you gon miss meh?
I got tickets, let's roll to the Knicks game.
You Tina Marie, n baby I'm Rick James,
Excuse meh, where you goin mama?
I wanted change, I voted for Obama
Bring in the new, kick out the old timers
Let's talk while we goin ta meet yo mama!

[Chorus 2:]
International...
Hey, I like a girl that's thick in the waist you know,
The kinda girl that'd finish her plate you know?
You're not greedy,
You're international
International...
[Methodman:]
The type of chick I'm like whillie a bunk you know,
Rock the mike, roll the Phillie up tight you know?
I like it tho she's so international...

[Verse 3:]
Seems to me(me), you a queen to be
You mean girl but you don't mean to be
Got your crown and your thrown,
A little cast so you can rest your dome,
And we can smoke a little ****** you know?
You gettin' that dough, let's get it and go
On this cruise we're takin it slow,
You're paintin your toes, n that's cool.
Fuck with your dude whose fuckin with you,
Like an overnight celebrity Ms. Nothin-to-lose.
[Redman:]
Yo, Hey(Hey) miss lady, my Boriqua,
I heard your apple pomme like bonita,
Your accent tellin' me you from the east side
Take off your shoes, you're bout five feet highhh!
I get highh! what about you?
A jungle brotha, and baby I'll house you.
Your feet lookin real good in them house shoes.
You're not a groupie, you're international.

International...
(A-aalll) International...

(feat. Ready Roc & Streetlife)

[Redman:]
Yo, I hit the 'freeway' after I 'rock the mic'
Light up like Showtime when they about to fight
How bout dat, boy, when that truck ride 38's
Your middle finger up at the light, I'm nice
Doc ride or die, I bubble up when the pouring peroxide
It's dirty, lookie here
Still sharp like I'm back in school
It's like Wonder Blade, cut a nigga smooth
Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo, who let the dog loose?
Whips and chains, I don't wanna argue
The big whale that's writing fishscale
Like me, better believe, I'm too hard to harpoon
My goons, think like Chris Wallace
'Give me the loot' and I don't wanna talk about it
When my niggas 'get 'em', that's when I
Crush the building, how about that?

[Chorus: Ready Roc (Redman) {Streetlife} ]
Look at my shoes, how about that, nigga?
(My car, how about that, nigga?)
{Getting money, how about that, nigga? }

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

[Ready Roc:]
How about it, any nigga realer than me? I doubt it
Catch Ready hop out of v, low mileage
You see the way I play with money, I'm so childish
And, so stylish, looking like Gucci my sponsor
Kicks crazy, jewelry is bonkers
Whether in the club or you see me in concert
I go hard, who created a monster?
Me, Gilla be the click that I ride with
Talk slick, get flipped like a Sidekick
You wonder why your bitch is on my dick
Cause the boy flow doper than five bricks
The MC wishing I simply
Be remembered like Big Pun, Biggie or Pimp C
And when my niggas say 'get 'em', that's when I
Blocka blocka, how about that, nigga?

[Chorus: Streetlife (Ready Roc) {Method Man} ]
Look at my house, how about that, nigga?
(Sour dies', how about that, nigga?
{Big paper, how about that, nigga? }

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

[Streetlife:]
How bout that, ten years plus in the rap game
And still getting cream like a fat cat
Plus, I'm grossing money off of ASCAP
Plus, my publishing, yea I owns that
First of all, my royalty come quarterly
My hoes, my niggas, all move accordingly
Streetlife, I'm so international
My foreign exchange, but always in the capitol
Straight cash advances, while you be calling
Your label all day, hoping someone answers
I flow with no auto-tone, just me and my bitch
My blunt, my beat, my microphone
I shine with no jewelry on, another star is born
Watch me perform, beyond the norm
And when my niggas 'get 'em', that's when I
Brr stick 'em, haha, stick 'em, how about that, nigga?

[Chorus: Method Man (Streetlife) {Redman} ]
Fuck what it cost, how about that, nigga?
(I'm a boss, how about that, nigga?)
{Straight pimping, how about that, nigga? }

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

[Method Man:]
Pimp game, soak it up, you dig?
Hope your haters want beef, cause I don't touch the pig
How about that, boy, I'm a G, ain't another MC
Or pedophile that can touch the kid, I do it big
Like Chris Wallace, big bank, big wallet
Got a flow that go straight to the pros, forget college
I still got it, if I got an issue, I flow the pistol
And I'm offical, just like them niggas that low the whistle
Word, man, I shoot to kill 'em, you heard?
If you nasty, I shoot 'em with penicilen, you heard?
I'm like Cali, so carry, when I'm flipping the words
Flip the script on your bitch ass while I'm flipping the bird
Meth sick with the pen, stick a few in your men
Then again, stick with my pen through the thick and the thin
Look, when my niggas 'get 'em', I send 'em to hell
And ride with 'em, how about that, nigga?

[Chorus: Redman (Method Man) {Ready Roc} ]
Look at my crew, how about that, nigga?
(Gun bigger than you, how abotu that, nigga?
{Pop bottles, how about that, nigga? }

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

[Verse 1: Method Man]
Meth wats up nigga?
Doc wats really good? got dat bush and dat backward light up in any hood.
Yep I'm dat hood my brutha, loan me some cali kush neva thought dat little bush in dat baggy would have me hooked.
I'm a pothead Everyone look and point ya fingaz at tha bad guy with da cotton mouths and glass eyes. huh. fuck it I'm that high
I'm blowin smoke cloudz, got my head in tha clouds, fuck it I'm that fly.
Doc what's up nigga?

[Verse 2: Redman]
You know how I bus find me drunk fucked up at tha canibus cup. for those who don't smoke, get the middle finga up you smoke more then us nigga it's beginners luck
My truck wide with 5-0 eyes on it, it's like tha blunt when you ain't got 5 on it
I challenge any opponent, who wanna smoke? we can puff till our voice get lower then tone loc like

[Hook:]
Yea yea yea yea Yea yea yea
Ain't nobody smokin more then Me up in here!
Puff dis shyt, you'll get high off this here because
DIS IZ FOR ALL MY SMOKERS

I'm like yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea, ain't nobody smokin more then Meth up in here
Ayo puff dis bitch you'll get high off this here because
DIS IZ FOR ALL MY SMOKERS

[Verse 3: Redman]
I'm like Oh my god, oh my god, I started growin sour dies in my home garage
Now niggas on the block say I'm on my job cause now I rock more chains then Armistad
This my entourage, this not HBO a bitch see me she like 'oh there he go'
You can smoke with da bro if you got ass and nice tits, but fuck you with dat 'I'm high offa life' shyt!

[Verse 4: Method Man]
They tried to make me go to rehab no, Tell my PO that I ain't tryna let the weed bag go
You can catch me in tha whip pushin the seats back slow, my chicks a vegan that means she off tha meat rack tho.
Look ma I'm eatin cause when it's time to get back dough, I sink my teeth in, and turn around and spit dat flow
They call me beastin I monsta tha booth, so in tha cut I leave em bleedin, little swag with some Mrs. Dash I'm seasoned.

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Meth]
I got flavors, I'm major baby send in tha troops that johhny blaza leave ashes in yur Timbaland boots
Can't fuck with hatas, just mad I got a pocket of loot
I'm chasin papers, your tryna be a rock in my shoe
I'm a fatha, I don't drink with kids, these youngins thinkin they hard, I think harder then they think they is
I'm bout as proper as my english is and hope I did my thing before I die for tha things I did.

[Verse 6: Red]
Everybody light it up and smoke with ya man, and cigarette smokers change ya game plan cause dis is for all my marijuana smokers, backward, swisha sweets, and Dutchy rollas, yea I pull over, start pullin out money
Cause I buy weed like everyday 4/20
You know what else funny? I thought was so gudda, I'm cheech and chongs brutha, just got different muthas!

Ye yea yea yea ye yea ye yea
Don't nobody smoke more then doc up in here

[Hook]

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(feat. Raekwon & Ghostface Killah)

[Intro: Redman]
Get it!
Haha, Funk Doc in the building, bitch
Ya'll already know the business, nigga, haha

[Redman:]
Yo, let's get it, yeah, I'm with it
Streets on fire, I'm frying my dinner
Quick like Sugar Ray Leonard, one love
Any boy get served like tennis
Menace, you call a rap bulldog
Me and my pen form into Voltron
Cold, my heart built with a snowball
And I fuck old women like Zohan
Roll on like Michem, Barry Bonds this bitch
When the beat start pitching
I'm broke, my ATM ain't kicking
But what I drive, I build expensive
Look at me, nigga, I got it
In pocket, ask Houston how I 'rock-it'
If I go hungry, you getting robbed
By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit
Straight off the muthafucking concrete, nigga
You know how I go, word up, let's go
{Three minutes left... }

[Raekwon:]
Before all the cussing and the gunfights
Don't wanna run Nikes, yeah, scramble when it sunlight
G's in my pocket of juice, blue goose
I'm a goon under the moon, glow on the boosters
Yeah, deadily my sons regret me
Windpipe writing, the mic fighting, respect me
I'm from where it get down, machete your mother
Snatch your brother, scrap you down
You know the deal, when we do this, chill
Catch me in Brazil, ratchet on, little glass of Tequil'
I sware to the real, my real, if I don't win
Then I won't spend, I'm grabbing bill
That's the hammer, I'm a do this, nana
Niggas who hunt, snatch 'em up, bite the clip, the banana
And this is for them good niggas, blow that L
And that blow that well, and watch the book, niggas

[Interlude: Raekwon (Method Man)]
Yeah, watch them jooks, niggas, you know what it be, man
Word up, niggas staying alive (Gotta kill these voices in my head)
{Two minutes left} Bunch of fucking roaches, man

[Method Man:]
Jeter, married to the game without a pre-nub
And she don't act up, if I don't eat her
Damn, now that's what I call a diva
You sick, man? I'm what you call a fever
And I don't put no snow up in my cheeba
Pack a little heater, the game get colder in the freezer
Hit your little corner with the sweeper
Dance with the reaper, sharper than a fuck
Plus I'm laying in the cut like a half-moon Caeser
What you getting is the truth
My bird eye visions spot the pigeon in the coup
Same way I live it, how I spit it in the booth
Next to RZA, ain't no nigga bigger than the group
Stat, fuck that, we come strapped
Bust gats, drug raps, and pump cracks
What you trying do nigga, we done done that
I'm off the gunrack, nigga put ya gun back

[Interlude: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
Yeah, you slow your blow, boy
You gon' lay where you lie, nigga
(Get rid of the crack, and flush that dust
Hurry, where the L, move, come on, freeze, freeze)
{One minute left}

[Ghostface Killah:]
Aiyo, I woke up in handcuffs, heard the police wanted me dead
Big bullets and splashing all over
Kingpin's still moving that weight
And his main goon burned up a discotech
He's a hazard, classic, nigga, we got a flick of him
He jacked Nate, while he took the picture
And we tapped his crib, bugs all in the jacuzzi
Under the seeds bed, we found an uzi
Trully, and we know about his bitch in Charlotte
Pulled her over, State Troopers found two revolvers
And she told us them handguns "That's my fathers
And I'm licensed to carry those shits regardless
Ya'll just played my man, caught her with a million dollars
Worth of fireworks, coming back from Japan
It's nothing, ya'll police be fronting
And stop looking at my pussy, like ya'll want to suck it, I'm out
On ya'll pussies, catch me next time, bye bye"

[Outro:]
Alright, fellas stand back and watch the closing doors
Lock 'em up! Let's go, lights out

[Intro: Method (Redman)]
Deeper than Atlantis (yeah)
I pray like a prayin mantis (yeah)
It's all day (yeah!)
Doc and Meth nigga (Red and Meth's in the motherfuckin buildin yo)
Brick City, yeah! Staten Island, yeah!
Let's go (oh, yup! Let's go, yo)

[Chorus: Redman]
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block
And my sound's so loud it'll make a nigga STOP
He recognize who remains on top
Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this befo'
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block
And my sound's so loud it'll make a bitch STOP
She recognize who remains on top
Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this befo'

[Redman]
Y'all already know nigga...
Yo, it's Funk Doc, my style never change
Boy I think I still got it, like Eddie Cane
Cause, nights like this, I bring the pain
Introducin 11th member of Wu-Tang, Liu Kang
Doc's spittin, fire out the palms
Sign the check and, me and the world get it on
If rap fail, you can bet I'm doin porn
My Mobb is Deep, we know how to ride in the (Storm)
I'm like Vince Vaughn, I keep it (Old School)
For the family I go to war like two-twos
Throw it on YouTube, tell 'em I'm ready
Biggie said he got room for me when I'm ready
Fast lane livin, Mario Andretti
Greasy lookin like them characters in "Belly"
Close your eardrums, this a recordin
Don't be unaware like the mayor of New Orleans, nigga!

[Chorus]

[Method Man]
These niggaz, wanna be Biggie, niggaz wanna be Tupac
The only problem niggaz is you not - look
I got this two-shot dillinger, one shot for killin ya
If you ain't la familia nigga, I'm not feelin ya
Tsst, hot; wheelie the block, watch the billin
We are hip-hop, real and you not, lock the buildin
Got them Ziplocks, ounces of weed, countin some G's
up in this bitch spot, a nigga like me, I don't do tight tees
or flip-flops, been a goon since the womb
And my dad had that herringbone chain with the spoons
Check the wristwatch - deposit the guns
Ain't hard to tell that he a big shot - don't plot on my ones
I carry the (Faith) like Big 'Pac – I carry the weight
See y'all don't get too carried away, and pay me what my salary say
Ha, Meth Doc, gettin that guap
Fuck your feelings, this is hard rock, stirrin the pot
Watch me get 'em with this, hah

[Chorus w/ Redman ad libs]

[Redman]
Yeah, aiyyo, get that rap game on lock, NOTHIN
Rhymes like ours need E on production
Lil' kids listenin, we might corrupt 'em
(Public Enemy), Chuck D can't trust 'em
Name ain't Justin, but I rock (Timberlands)
Doctor, right, with the penicillin in
Get it? New Jersey Drive like midget
Ask five-oh and Dee-Bo how I whip it
Yo Meth, can you kick it?

[Method Man]
Yes I can
And the (Kid) stay (Frost) like a Mexican
What's good vatos? Crops and candy cane, I got those
357's and three dice, I shot those
Every rapper talkin 'bout he hot, he not though
Hate to bust bubbles but that's what niggaz get popped fo'
Look - I got my glove, bat and ball
Catch me pitchin in the trap slingin drug raps and all
Let's go!

[Chorus]

[Redman] Ha ha!

(feat. Poo Bear)

[Intro: Redman]
Ay, aiyyo Meth
It's time we came in the motherfuckin club nigga
They gotta know we in the buildin nigga, yeah!
Y'all motherfuckers got like (damn)
Two minutes to get to the motherfuckin bar nigga
(Y'all already know the business nigga)
Ha ha

[Redman]
Yo, I walk in pimpin when I'm up in here
Pulled up the G ride then I'm up in here
I ain't worried, I got mad mo' up his ear
And my advice stay at bay like a buccaneer
I feel good when I walk inside
All eyes on the bro that's NBA live
The A.I. of rap, these haters wan' try
to shut me down but I, fly, high
A hood fella always gotta keep somethin close
A gutter flow like mine, gotta let 'em know
I'm (Xxplosive) like Dre, (Next Episode)
Check my file baby, this is the mother-load
Take off your heels (yeah) and shake your hair (yeah)
A nigga like me weavin through e'rywhere (yeah)
I taste like new money, make it clear
Baby, tell your friends that we right HERE

[Chorus: Redman (Poo Bear)]
I know what some'in is – you don't know what nuttin is
I know what some'in is – you don't know what nuttin is
I know what some'in is – you don't know what nuttin is
I know what some'in is – you don't know what nuttin is
(You don't wanna see me shine)
(Talkin shit, on the low)
(Hate to see me in the sky)
(Flyin high, high, high)

[Method Man]
Yeah yo, yo
Who them dudes smellin like trees when we up in here?
Straight Gilla and Killa Bees when we up in here
Kush nigga, I keep the weed in the Tupperware
Fuck security, V.I.P., we can puff in here
Niggaz know how we do it (yeah) I ain't buyin the bar (nah)
I'm tryin to talk her out her drawers, she tryin to charge
I ain't tryin to ball
Don't spend no money in the club, if I said that I was I'd be lyin to y'all
I gotta have it, an addict, two and a puff and you'd rather hate us
Discuss it, no more discussions, the head if the house
is now speakin, the food is ready for eatin
Your head is ready for beatin, I'll kick your teeth in
Don't fuck with the couch
You know a nigga black out off a couple beers
Smoke up an ounce, pass out like a couple years
And mami doin her thing, she in her underwear
You join the team and that win, I'll put you under there

[Chorus]

[Redman]
Yeah, yo
You know you smell mad weed when we up in here
A (Wildboy) like Steve when we up in here (hey!)
And haters, they smell cheese when we up in here
But when we up in here, y'all know nothin here

[Method Man]
And you know how we get it in when we up in here
Women smellin like cinnamon when she up in here
And haters, they pay the fee to get up in here
Meth and Doc, man these MC's don't want nothin here

[Chorus]

(feat. Melanie Rutherford)

[Chorus: Melanie Rutherford]
If you like it (a lil' bit) I will give you a (a lil' bit)
If you want it (a lil' bit) you can have some more
Now that you spent it (a lil' bit) you can taste it a (a lil' bit)
If you like it (a lil' bit) you can have some more

[Method Man]
Somebody tell honey I'm good, just like a licorice
Meth got 'em stuck in the hood just like a clitoris
Something like this track from Roc', ya'll, ridiculous
Don't touch her if I'm getting my rocks off, she ticklish
Now if I turn it up, shorty if you got a Dutch then we can burn it up
I ain't the type that need to drink to get his courage up
Half ya'll get a drink and think you murderers

[Redman]
Yo, I know you heard of us, Red & Meth, here take a photo
Walk in serious like Miguel Coto
Pimp in my mojo, swing in my logo
Def Squad, Wu-Tang, that's how I do things
Hit my blunt, baby I see your pussy a lil' bit
That's when I know it's on, it's time to head home
And we kick bitches out, around six in the morning

[Chorus]

[Method Man]
O.G. bubblegum, kush burn a bush
See you pussies like to eat out, need to learn to cook
Look, Meth wasn't eating 'em til I learned to juks
Tried to catch something, everytime I work a hook
Now if I crank it up, if I put it in the cup would you drink it up
Ever get caught up in a lie and try to change it up
You got a pocket full of lime, try and blaze it up

[Redman]
When I bust, I sip on that sir, fly to Miami and act up a lil' bit
I know eyes on me, when I count to three
Make believe you was indeed a copied MC
You can smell me a lil' bit, boy, my connect just mailed me a lil' bit
I got that block out of drought, now everybody love me
It's like Beetlejuice, shit gon' get ugly

[Chorus]

[Method Man]
I got to be out, at the club door with the key out
Bouncer at the door trynna tell me put the weed out
Honey got her feet out, the dudes coked up looking skied out
Tapped her on the shoulder like let's be out
Now should I speed it up, you know whisper in her ear, skeet skeet it up
Or should I take it to the crib and try to beat it up
A little candlelight and dinner when we need it up

[Redman]
Yo, another one light the dutch, it's Redman, holla bitch
Fuck you, that means she swallowed it
I do double on the turn, you must learn
Like K-R, the A-R, I grip it firm
If they brought hip hop back, sucker MC's be eating a lil' bit
Redman is on fire, so call him quick
You can reach me at 1-800 Eat-A-Dick

[Chorus]