4 Seasons

[Intro: Redman]

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Brick City, yo

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[Verse 1: Redman]

Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young

I ate paint chips the rare moon

That pair mics, my maintenance

I battle you and then me and Meth exchange shifts

For money, to your house arrest anklet

I take it all, if not, here's a thousand

Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men

I'm constant, on that paper chase

Blow zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8

Doc serve til you lickin' the plate

Battle royal, in the ring smoking like Doc out of oil

Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment

Hit 95 then I hide with the Waltons

Down South, the forty-four feela

I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga

I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga

Westside highway running, homo nigga

[Verse 2: LL Cool J & Method Man, both]

I'm the sultan of the ghetto

The homicidal aficionado

I empty niggas out like Cristal bottles (Uh)

When I battle, I'm breakin' Bentleys down to gravel

I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel

I'm bigger than producers (Uh), I figured out you losers

I know my longevity confuse ya

Big paper games, come on run into these flames

Recognize the power of the royal King James

Phantom Menace, that's why niggas make faces like they drinkin' Guinness (Uh)

When they realize I'm not finished

I been paid, been platinum, been spittin' (Uh)

Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'

Platinum links, chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks

Black thugs in white minks, ready to jack the brink

Bend your little wifey over (Yea), help her stretch out (Yea) the kinks

That's why ya'll niggas freeze when I step up in the buildin'

The Godfather's here giving blessings to his children (Uh)

Carats shine, the world all mine

Can't believe these cats poppin' shit 'bout paper in they rhymes

Or bodies they collect, black Gotti, shottie, techs

Them gangsta visions'll have your ass up in an ambulance

Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes, we could do this one more time, I'll let you decide

The Alize swigger (Uh), I clock twelve figgas (Uh)

Think Giuliani's rough I got some real shit for niggas

Never been defeated, niggas retreated

Made the choice to be seated 'till my mission's completed

Get loose, get loose, Method Man get loose

What the world gon' do when my dogs get loose?

(Blaze one) Blaze one (Blaze one) Blaze One

Blaze, blaze, blaze one

[Verse 3: Method Man & Ja Rule]

Now, four corners, four seasons (Uh)

Four MC's with four reasons to bring this game to it's knees

And while you down there, suck my dick

My whole motto is fuck it, hit the smoke shop and blow my budget (Yeah)

MC's abusing my bitch, using my shit

I'm hangin' off the roof with one hand, losin' my grip

Now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do you?

Go straight cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you?

I do my best work stressed out and under pressure (Yea-yah)

Deep inside the mind's where you'll find my buried treasure

I'm still wild, still Tical, still gritty style, still foul, crimi-niminal, individual

Sing a song of sixpence

Pocket full of chips

Too many rap niggas be on John Gotti dick

Now this is something that we don't rehearse (Yeah)

Put that rap shit (Yeah) second (Yeah), and hip-hop first

[Verse 4: Ja Rule]

Be easy, ain't nann nigga spittin' like me

Nor the murderous motherfuckin' I-N-C (Murda!)

Niggas'll pass me, look me in the face, ask me

"Are y'all really holdin' weight or did somebody gas me?"

Ja the myth

Reggie hand me the fifth let me explain to little man maybe give him a lift, son you ridin' with (Gang-stas)

Amongst a whole lotta other shit, Murder Inc. is the clique, niggas can't deal with, try it (Play-ers)

You gon' get yours to the heart

Lesson in life by the fofo, niggas want (Yeah), more than a little bit

Hot shit, LL and Red, Ja Rule with Hot Nix

I'm the bastard that shits on bitches explain this

When they ride dick so well, head game from hell

But I love makin' 'em yell, my name

Rule babyyyyyyy, and ain't shit gon' change, (Uh, uh)