Hostility

[Intro: Redman] Yo, yo, yo Ow! Motherfucker, sneakin' in your backyard (You're quite hostile) Jumpin' in your pool with your daughter, naked, haha (You're quite hostile) What you know about it? What you know about it? (You're quite hostile) What you know about it? Gorilla in the mist [Verse 1: Redman, Keith Murray] Yo, why you buggin'? I stick a 16 shot slug in your ear Put it to my dick so you hear me comin' ICU, critical, up on a stretcher The .45 undresser, put on the pressure You need a bulletproof overall suit to protect your neck up You dealin' then shuffle the deck up Fuck the IRS, I'm the NRS Nigga Revenue Service, Talico inserter Murder, a six-letter word to convert a Beef, you better off flippin' beef at Fatburger Yo Keith, pull out the burner (He won't move any further) Yeah, tannin' your body more than white boy surfers I carry tools like Sears Surplus So when I spit you catch heart murmurs Word, you're sweeter than cupcakes I concentrate to blow blocks where your crew pump weight Each generation, rules the nation Rock more spots than a hundred one dalmations I'm not a hog, I'm a big dog with big balls Lock it down like pit jaws to Crenshaw Then y'all be like He's jiggy like fat bitches with cellulite Shakin' mics down like cops First of the month, these thugs Will leave your bones in harmony from the slug I beat pussy down when I'm smokin' the lah Bitches leave the room screamin' "Oh na na, oh na na" [Verse 2: Erick Sermon] E-Dog, the mic demolitioner, the black superhero Def Squad's the clique, we rock shit 'Cause we flossiest No thug cats show us off in this We the boss in this Why think of double crossin' this Your first thought so had me confused Forget who I be and catch a eye jammy, herb I live the life that's quite chill On the hill with a glass of water and twenty mill' Believe you me, E, I got a fresh flow I keep it blazed like that fo' sho' Some cats are sheisty, so I pack toast My name ain't Next and y'all Too Close The rap emperor, scorchin' hot Be the temperature, let's see, think I'm funny I make you laugh, goodfella? I smack you down in front of your fans Then watch the show in the stands, nigga Don't fuck around, that's what I mean, yo Def Squad comin' through again, El Niño [Verse 3: Keith Murray] And why should we listen to you, anyway? You's a sucker MC with a sucker DJ I hit you with the Arm and the Hammer Cocksucker, niggas in DC say bammer Master thrasher on a binge for revenge Make a hardcore nigga cry when I kill all his friends And force construction with my coalition Bang a nigga in the chest for frontin' when he should be listenin' I comes through too true Like a half pit, half man, hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo Shut the fuck up, fuck you part two I kill a rock and put a brick in the hospital