[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)
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