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| Lyrics Submitted By: Fear None |
| [Redman] |
| Def Squad, Wu Tang |
| *laugh* |
| (check it, check it out) |
| Verse 1: Method Man, [Redman in brackets] |
| [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 |
| 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] |
| 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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