[Intro: Redman, Lyn Collins sample]
"Let–" "Let–" "Let me tell you–" Yo...
"Let–" "Let–" "Let me tell you–" Yo...
"Let–" "Let me tell you–" Yo...
"Let–" "Let me tell you–" (Nah, nah, still, muthafucka...)
"Let–" "Let me tell you–" Yo, yo, yo (Nah, nah, nah, nigga!)
"Let–" "Let me tell you–" Blast off!
"Let–" "Let–" "Let me tell you–" Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo...
"Let–" "Let me tell you–" Blast off!
"Let–" "Let me tell you–" Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo...
"Let–" "Let me tell you–" Blast off!
[Verse 1: Redman & Method Man]
Riggidy-raow! Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolos
Fliggidy-flame on! Twin chrome fo'-fo's
Loadin' it up, cocking it back, ready to splash for real
Spit flows out the gill, God tried to build
It's hectic, 45-6, gimme a grip!
That's more dollars than them thongs and them go-go chicks
Bitch, I'm drunk, pumpin' slugs out of cannon
Shut ya after-party down when Meth and Red in
Check it, Bricks and Shaolin – no joke!
And when I hit the pussy, call me Daddy Long Stroke
Oh, Anna, I'm hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta
Banana split, hachoo, spit! (Oh shit!)
Sticking ya, ripping ya for all ya funds
I wet ya like a 141 water guns (Come on!)
Cock D' like Rocky, Got you scared to death
So hold all y'all bitches, 'cause here come Red! Meth!
[Hook: Redman & Method Man]
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Fuck with me and Meth and we're break ya fuckin neck-a
(Remember this?!)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka! (Remember this?!)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka! (Remember this?!)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka! (Remember this?!)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
[Verse 2: Method Man, (Redman)]
Okay to "hey hey, baby," me and Doc about to blow
My Saturday Nights are Special and they're pointed at your nose
Aye–yo! Save the speculations and the rumors
Comin' sooner than you think, I knock a fat bitch out her bloomers
Givin' tumors, hardcore, givin' it to 'em raw
Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I Jabb-er-jaw
One, two, no ending or beginning to my cypher
I'm winning, tell the news like Peter Jennings
Depending, on any given day I'm representing
The struggle, my great grand' who lived through the lynching
Oh yes, y'all! if you got the weed, who got the blunts?
Take a guess, y'all!
"Kool-Aid!" Bustin' through the wall
Mr. Mef, y'all (Ahh-chuu!)
Comment allez-vous?
I used to hawk chickens, now I'm maxin' with Perdue
I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton
I'm swingin' the track from Staten
'Cause Staten's where I'm from
[Hook: Redman & Method Man]
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Fuck with me and Meth and we're break ya fuckin neck-a
(Remember this?!)
Microphone- heck, micro-microphone checka! (Remember this?!)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka! (Remember this?!)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka! (Remember this?!)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
[Outro: Method Man, with Redman repeating hook in background]
Aye... yo...
That's my thug right there – Redman, Mr. Mef, all in ya' mouth
One love to them kids "Straight From The Sewer"
Remember this?!
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