[Redman] It s Funk Doc Where da weed atbitch?! I speed back wistdown to one-way from cops See thas shit?! Believe thas shit! Slaughter straight to camcorderI m too hot for t.v.
Backdraw watermy windpipes attached to Project-ballers You yell: "Turn the heat down!" My voicedivi-di-round-sound some heard round town And chances are ya ll leavin round now Wait laterwill make Funk page paper Date Raper with juveline 8th Graders Hit the High School at 187 Caesar When I bust ya ll need to back 4 acres Doc ya ll and that s my man JabberJaw The shitlist readywho next to scratch off? I m from the undergroundmy soundlib Platform shoes to bitches400 pounds! [Chorus]: Meth & Red GET UPSTAND UPBACK UPPUSH UP JUMP UPACT UP TO MAKE YOU FEEL IT! Brrrrr
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STICK EMHA-HAHA STICK EM [Meth] Now I m the streettalkin dogwalkin Approach me with extreme cautionOH NOW YOU FORCIN ? My hand that rock yo cradle often I m hot-scorchin but stone cold like Steve Austin If you smell what Tical cookin ain t tryin to see central bookin So til ya gon stop lookin know what you did last summer? So I started hookin you past shookin Offer open can of ass-whoopin ? Ain t no tomorrow s in the Method s Little Shop Of Horrors Go ask your father who the father from the (Park)Hill to (Mariners)Harbor You know tha sagamarijuana blunts and Goldschlager With deadly medleyya ll ain t ready for Shakwon and Reggie Don t even botherto radio for back-up Alright thenya man got slapped up extorted for his icin Streetlife is triflin Body over here
! Nigga pull a Tyson and bite a nigga ear Precisin slicin juggerless the cut-crew RuggederPredatorVikingexcetera People s champniggaz be takin off competetors Reachin for the microphonerelax and light a bone Straight from the Catacombs The Children Of The Cornthat don t got a clue Prepare for desert storm! [Chorus] I scored 1.1 on my SAT And still push a whip with a right and left AC GorillaBig Dogif my name get called I m behind the brickwall with arsenic Jars Spit poisongot a gun permit draw Gundown at Sundown you keep score! This training-course and ya ll ain t fit On my crew-tombstone put We All Ain t Shit [Meth] Yo all you gonna bewanna be When will you learn? Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait ya turn I spit a .41 Revolver on New Year s Eve With the mic in my hand I mutilate m.c.
s The most slept on since Rip Van Wink My shit stink with every element from A to Zinc So what you think? I m a blackout on just one drink? You must be crazy! A little off the wall maybe Go get a shrink
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