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Lyrics
Submitted By: Fear None |
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[Redman] |
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Def Squad, Wu Tang |
*laugh* |
(check it, check it out) |
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Verse 1: Method Man, [Redman in brackets] |
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[Yo yo Method Man, yo yo Iron Lungs] |
[Call us gorillas of the mist] |
[Raunchy vocalist] |
Your code name |
[Doc] |
[What's yo' name] |
Hot Nix |
Who them slick kids puffin that shit holdin they dicks |
[Yo them same two drivin yo whip fuckin yo bitch] |
Hold me down son |
[Yo, I hold you down with the pound] |
You got a lot of
biscuits |
[Ayo but where they at now?] |
Diggy down yo we
reservoir dogs, you puppy chow-chow |
Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin it now-now |
[Yo we bring the beef to you, infest it with the mad cow] |
Disease |
[We set to load] |
Cock and squeeze |
[Booya!] |
We too hard to hold off |
[One arm slam ya like Nicoli Volkov] |
When i dip dip dappa [dappa] |
The anti-socializa [liza] |
Everything be ice cream from _?_ |
[We rock ya, knock ya fuckin whole team off the roster] |
[Starting lineup, Iron Lung] |
and funk docta |
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Johnny blaze the ghost rider [uh] |
Ghost stories by the campfire [uh] |
The night breed [vampire!] |
Duckin from the head rushin [uh] |
Wu Tang production |
Percussions
bringin repercussions |
I hold my mike sideways bustin [bustin] |
Another one bites the dust and |
Cardiac arrest |
Clutchin your chest suckin your last breath |
In awe, period meth |
Nigga, |
dyin from
paper cuts, Bleedin to death |
Down these mean streets
Johnny quest [uh] |
From ASCAP to NASDAQ |
Get that money sack [uh] |
These habitats aint no place to raise family at [family at] |
These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats |
So watch your back when you come to the slum |
There aint nowhere to run from the iron lizard lung |
Blazes on stunts |
I be dippin in the sun |
My plates bear no one |
My
Uzi weighs a ton |
[Word up] |
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Pon Cocked |
The don
Juan doc |
Send crews back to the shoe shine box |
Connect the dots |
My description |
Black
Mel |
Yellow da mellow |
I make it hard for mc's to run neck and elbow |
With d-o |
Penal code |
people know to duck when he hear the bike |
Wit the squeaky clutch |
Swallow this hard act to follow |
You could parachute off my slang and use my rhymes to toggle |
I'm tense, so smooth
I cant be fingerprinted |
I stomp harder in slow motion |
Yo fuck your
applaud |
Bitches still rush me like they rushed the store |
Before the soul train award |
Incorporate a law |
Whoever aint raw get they hand chopped |
By jamal with the wu sword [whoo-ee!] |
My crew
specializin |
Snakin yo bitch |
Robbin you while you on the floor |
Shakin your shit |
I'm doin me now
I'll do you |
[Yo who you?] |
Doc |
I bomb shit through the conflicts crucial |
I be da black el nino |
I mean yo |
I'm supreme like the team show |
With the pay to cream fo |
[To see you sit down?] |
Yo, na we get the fuck up |
[And leave the one you wit] |
Then take off of usher |
That's
right, six double oh with chrome pipes |
U.S. marshals out to pen us up like Snipes |
[Throw it in drive] |
Fuck takin me and meth alive! |
[Yo, you look that-a-way] |
You look out the other side! |
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