[Intro: Streetlife]
Yo, yo
Enter, enter, enter (Enter, yo)
[Verse 1: Streetlife, (Redman)]
It's the cynical, lyrical rap individual
On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical
I'm not a fan of this, I'm a mic vandalist
Thug therapist, my Clan's too original
I slang bang the wax to words that's visual
Too digital for y'all common street criminals
Who wanna come test?! Lick the sweat from my genitals
We can get off the mic and get a little physical
I was born to rock since they cut my umbilical
Cord, I swing swords, behold the prolifical
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider, prize fighter (Yeah)
Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire
I speak legalized dope, hitman for hire
I quote murderous notes; dope rhyme supplier
Hang glide on the mic like a stunt driver
And I won't stop rocking 'til I retire (Yo... yo... yo!)
[Verse 2: Redman]
When it comes to the darts, I throw 'em, flamethrow 'em
{*whoof*} Blow your Section 8 home to your payphone up
Grass smoker, in the cut with a lawnmower
I'm water, I ride the whale that ate Jonah
Over, you're faced with the black cape over
You woke up four gorillas with a makeover
Packing a punch, asthma pump takeover
My crew boards and the whole plane lays over!
(Yo Yoooo!) You can't talk with the tape over
Pass the pussy – get out, date's over
Back to your gray Nova that's way slower
Redline to five on the highway shoulder
Enemies say, "Doc the one to play closer"
This baboon loose off the chain-choker
Hardcore, Job Corps, I hate poker
But y'all spread when my bullets Daytona
[Chorus: Method Man, (Redman)]
Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!)
Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!)
Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!)
Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!)
Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!)
Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!)
Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!)
Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!)
[Verse 3: Method Man, (Redman)]
Yo, yo, this ain't your granddaddy music – it's hip-hop
Coming through your woofer like a mule kick, hundred-thousand watts
On some bullshit, I Blackout! eclipse with the semi
Bust a full clip (Clap out!), touch one if any
That's my complex in conquest
Now tell that shit to the court, I plead no contest from none of y'all, please
I potty-train pissy-ass rugrat for free
Keep the cake for the family and off Sarah Lee
That's how we do – powerful, moving on your left!
Mr. Wu, Mef, black gorilla, beating on his chest
I suggest–you pay your debt or Protect Your Neck
I suggest–you wear a vest, making all them threats
Here's a chin-check to cash and splash niggas in half
Smash rappers like hash, smoke 'em down to ashes!
At last, it's the crew that party crashes the masses
Madness, wildin' out like special ed classes
[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah, (Redman)]
Straight out the gate, meet Toney
Don of all dons, behind New York, King Tut with one arm
Banana Nut Crunch blast, Cinnamon Toast with pyros
Whips dirty, dustin' my bitch, fuck parole!
Peep how these Wally champs wild out (Wild out!)
We in the spot, guns go off, dope came out his mask, it was Ollie North
"Oh shit! What up? What up, Ghost?!
Congratulations on your new flick, 'Bernadette Who Macks The Most'
Word up – you got the most Clarks, 'Braveheart' spinach"
For Un to come down and appeal, he need minutes
Told y'all before, I kick doors off the hinges
Ain't no cooler and it ain't no Guinness
Money like Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves with bench slippers
Play the PGA Tour with Jack Nicklaus
Statues of Mary, gats that bust mercury
Sit through the biggest storm and hand out turkey
[Outro: Redman, Method MAn]
Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yhuh!
That's the way I like it
Pissy ass, rusty ass niggas!
0-7-1-0-3! 1-0-3-0-4!
['The Blair Witch Project' skit: Method Man, (Redman)]
{*crying and slobbering, talking to camera*}
Psst... psst... is...is--is it on?
I just want apologize to everybody
I didn't--I didn't know we would get into this much trouble... shit...
I just want to say... to all the families, of all the victims that... bought the album?
I'm so sorry, I didn't know... (They're gonna kill us!)
We're going to die out here!
{*sound of children laughing*}
Shhhh... shhh... here they come...
(Did you hear 'em?) Cut that off, cut that off, cut that off
(Oh shit, nigga...) Here they come! Run!
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