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[Intro: Method Man] Come on! 1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh 1, 2, 1, 2 Mr. Mef, Funk Doc 1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh 1, 2, 1, 2 DJ Scratch on the track 1, 2, 1, 2 Wha, wha, 1, 2, 1, 2 Break your mothafuckin' back 1, 2, 1, 2 Ah, yo, yo [Verse 1: Method Man, (Redman)] My lyric is AWOL, batter up, play ball Fuck y'all analog niggas, we be digital Subliminal command from the 5-star general Attack you from the blind side (Invisible) To the naked eye, where them criminals? Better have your 8 essential vitamins and minerals When Wu is coming through, you know the outcome (Critical!) Conditionin' your physical for injurin' The officer and gentleman who stack private Benjamin [Verse 2: Redman] Off a beat like this, I keep a night stick In case any stick-up kid with heat might miss I chicken fry rice bitch in a white trench Bustin' off two MACs, I'm like "I'm hit!" Yo, I'm just playin' I clear the crowd out like a pepper spray can sprayin' I throw lightning out the arms, Raiden Your guard should pray Next year I do nothin' more than Y2K [Hook: Method Man (Redman)] We say Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2 (Yo, wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2) We say Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2, we say (Aiyyo, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2) We say Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2 (Aiyyo, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2) Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2 And if you say fuck me (I'ma say fuck you) Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2 [Verse 3: Method Man] From debutant, down to stripper I'm too nonchalant A drink mixed with four kinds of liquors Catch me at the bar, 'FUBAR' Ladies know who we are and dream of fuckin' a star Who da scrub? Shotgun in his man car, burnin' up Forever gettin' thrown out the club It be us, pa! Shout out and bugged I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz I'm everything you think you don't know [Verse 4: Redman] Yo, Meth, I throw a 5 in the power Pop a wheelie with the front end hittin' speed bumps, 40 miles per hour I'm out at Howard, next to Baltimore Takin' change out the fountains at shopping malls Rats can only afford Chuck-E-Cheese The blood in my genes is tough like Buddy Lee Semi-dart auto off ya, blood coughin' Meth, pull the last spark plug with a heart pump [Hook: Method Man (Redman)] We say Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2 (Yo, wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2) We say Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2, we say (Aiyyo, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2) We say Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2 (Aiyyo, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2) Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2 And if you say fuck me (I'ma say fuck you) Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2 [Verse 5: Redman] Call me Will, enemy at state When Funk Doc run the scam New jacks stutterin', Duh Duh Duh Man from the upper hand Punch, atomic bomb'll hit many From Bricks to South Park, you dyin' with Kenny While you bailin', I'm trailin' Rockin' hard hat helmets Clip the satellite surveillance When I walk by, you better not be kickin' Or I'll put two more in that teriyaki chicken [Verse 6: Method Man] You've just been fitted for them cement shoes This is bottom of the lake raps – stab you in the back, Kung Fu 52 cops can't withstand the 52 Blocks Unless they bust like 52 shots I'm the has-been that have not Battle kids at Maxwell's house Knowin' I'm good to the last drop What's my name? Meth, his name, Doc Just like Erving See me in the grand transportation, splurgin' Drivin' with a turban, who push a black Suburban (Come on) We rollin', windows half-down through the urban Network, law, lay it down like a Persian M to the E to the F, spell "curtains" [Verse 7: Redman] Get out your car, sucker! This ain't yours Robbed you with a gun that's filled with paintballs And broads got the nerve to act funny You a champagne ho with Kool-Aid money Frown bitch, Doc up in that tail quick You back down a point on NFL Blitz I’m liable to break fool and take two And punch a hole in the Earth to escape through [Hook: Method Man (Redman)] We say Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2 (Yo, wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2) We say Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2, we say (Aiyyo, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2) We say Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2 (Aiyyo, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2) Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2 And if you say fuck me (I'ma say fuck you) Wha, wha, wha, wha – 1, 2, 1, 2 [Outro: Method Man] DJ Scratch Not Ready for Prime Time Players Mr. Mef, Funk Doc Def Jam 2000, muthafuckasssssss!!! {*echos out*} Hold me down, baby Nod your head to this... Come on! [Skit: Redman, Funkmaster Flex] Aiyyo, this is WKYA radio We Kickin' Your mothafuckin' Ass Yo, Flex! That's right, it's goin' down! Redman, Method Man, blackin' the fuck out! Now listen!