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    Redman

    Bitch!

    Brick City, yo

    Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young

    At 8 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 to 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 I 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 & Method Man:

    I'm the sultan of the ghetto

    The homicidal aficionado

    I empty niggas out like Cristal bottles, uh

    When I battle, I'm breaking 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 drinking Guinness

    When they realize I'm not finished

    I've been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh

    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 wifee over help her stretch out the kinks

    That's why ya niggaz freeze when I step up in the building

    The Godfather's here giving blessings to his children

    Carrots shine, the world all mine

    Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes

    Or bodies they collect, black Gotti shot a tech

    Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance

    Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes

    We can do this one more time, I'll let you decide

    The Alizae swigger, I clock twelve figgas

    Think Goulianni's rough I got some real shit for niggas

    Never been defeated, niggas retreated

    Made the choice to be seated until my mission's completed

    Get loose, get loose, Method Man get loose

    What the world gonna do when my dogs get loose?

    (Blaze one) Blaze one (Blaze one) Blaze One

    Blaze, blaze, blaze one



    Method Man

    Now four corners, four seasons

    Four MC's with four reasons to bring this game to its knees

    And why you down there, suck my dick

    My whole motto is fuck it

    Hit the smoke shop and blow my budget

    MC's abusing my bitch, using my shit

    I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my grip

    Now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do you?

    Go straight cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you?

    I do my best work stressed out and under pressure

    Deep inside the mind is where you'll find my buried treasure

    I'm still wild, still Tical

    Still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual

    Sing a song a six street

    Pocket full of chits

    Too many rappers be on John Gotti's dick

    Now this is something that we don't rehearse

    Put that rap shit second, and hip-hop first



    Ja Rule

    Easy, ain't near niggas spitting like me

    Nor Murderers motherfuckin' INC

    Niggas will me, look me in the face, ask me

    Are y'all really on the way or did somebody ask me

    Ja the myth, ready hand me the fifth let me explain

    Your lil' man made me give him a lift

    So you ridin' with gangstas

    I'm up to a whole lot of other shit

    Murderers is the clique, niggas can't deal with

    Try it (hataz) you gonna get yours to knife

    Lesson tonight by the four-four

    Niggas want more than a little bit, hot shit

    Ja Rule with Hot Nix I'm the best at that shit

    So bitches explain this

    We ride dick so well, head game from hell

    I love making them yell, my name

    Rule baby, And ain't shit gon' change, uh, uh



    Redman

    Yo Meth why don't you ask where all the ladies at?



    Method Man

    Where all the ladies at?

    All the ladies in the house with the real hair

    The clean underwear and she don't need welfare, make some noise

    Check this shit out
    Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Jeffrey B Atkins (Ja Rule) (SOUNDEXCHANGE), Ll Cool J, Method Man, Reginald Noble (Redman) (PPL - I)Publicado em 1999ECAD verificado fonograma #1956651 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM

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