Mi Casa

[Verse 1: Redman] What, you crazy?! Since a buck tooth baby Doc was like straight "Fuck you! pay me" like Jay-Z Lazy niggas complain Doc load up the cartridge and start kicking game like Acclaim Those who you call Doggs'll rat your name Those who say they love you'll tap your change That's why I fold down 4 fingers Say fuck the world and Jimmy the earth out with Coat hangers Rap game and street game don't sleep It's a cold world, better pack your own heat Niggas ain't happy to the cash on "E" Then the hash and the cat and a bag is on me Yeah Right!! My bear hugs air tight New Yorkers know no turning on a red light Me against 40 of you? A fair fight Microphones get took, you shook? Wear white [Chorus] You don't got no ends in Mi Casa (And it's the show stopper, Meth-Tical-Man and funk doctor) You don't got no wins in Mi Casa (Bomb dropper, blow you out ya mind, who shot ya?) You don't got no ends in Mi Casa (Hit it Hip Hoppers, turn it up a notch, make it hot cha) You don't got no wins in Mi Casa (I'm warnin' you, partner, Meth-Tical-Man and funk doctor) [Verse 2: Method Man] Every time I turn around, somebody in my business Time for you to testify, can I get a witness? Actin' like bitches Dirty Dick niggas look suspicious Ain't physically fit for the fitness Welcome to the game of death, polly wanna biscuit? First prize, a one-way ticket to my shit list And I spread it like a rumor or a sickness Stand-by, let a chicken head lay a chicklet Can I slap a fat ass with the quickness? Stupid ass niggas goin' raw and get the syphilis Coming through, son, motherfuck you and your district Mis-representing, misinterpreting, they misfit Playboy, you ain't got no balls, plus you dickless And I'm like the plumber laying pipes in your misses No man can hold hold me, nor can control me Next time you see me, holla like you know me! [Chorus] You don't got no ends in Mi Casa (And it's the show stopper, Meth-Tical-Man and funk doctor) You don't got no wins in Mi Casa (Bomb dropper, blow you out ya mind, who shot ya?) You don't got no ends in Mi Casa (Hit it Hip Hoppers, turn it up a notch, make it hot cha) You don't got no wins in Mi Casa (I'm warnin' you, partner, Meth-Tical-Man and funk doctor)