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[Intro: Redman]

Man, he must've bumped his motherfucking head or something...

[Verse 1: Redman (Method Man)]

Yo!

M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear

It's Funk Doc (M.E.TH) on da world premiere

From New Jerz straight talk, America's best

(Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at)

Y'all amateurs act like hoes offendin' us

We're special ed-ers, doin' tours on banana bus

D.O., same M.O., drive through Bricks

Chicken shotty, the ass make me lie to my bitch

Word to god, Doc throw more lines than fishing rods

No stars, we're supergods non-recoupable (yo!)

Buttons is pressed to remove the press

Pressin' bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO!)

Set up cones when I'm firin' chrome

I'm hittin' ladies to old men in retirement homes

Dail 9-1-1, runnin' gun in the street dungeon

Earth, moons and stars checkin' out what the sun done

Suspects change clothes

Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my Range Rove

Hot to death, cops is vexed

I push a buck 60 if they try to block the Lex

Drive by on the baja

Snatch the Cartier watch I

Bounce laughin' off like Clue (Haha!)

Doc is like poppy, supplyin' you grams

So breaka breaka while I turn it to the Shaolin Man

[Verse 2: Method Man]

Forever underground

Nigga, duck the mic when we come around

Control hammer like the mighty Thor, bringin' thunder down

Now you're in store for predator

Like refugees, I come to settle score

Half-baked metaphor that taste even better raw

Hardcore holy war

Hits from the reservoir, southpaw saboteur

Land sharks get they chin checked when I jabba jaw

Time to walk my labrador

Livin' out my dreams, at the same time shatter yours

Code red, fill 'em full of lead

Grateful Dead, live from Hempstead

Tiger Kung Fu know the ledge

Check the full-fledged knucklehead

Clam bread, livin' on the edge, used to pee the bed

Jack Frost nippin' at your nose, get your Sudafed

Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red official budda head

Off track like O.T.B., I'm too black

I'm like Zorro, I mark a Wu sign in your back, motherfucka

[Chorus]

(It ain't even a question) This side niggas too hardcore

(It ain't even a question) That side niggas too hardcore

(It ain't even a question) In the middle niggas too hardcore

So what cha, what cha, what cha, want (Whatcha want?)

(It ain't even a question) Def Squad niggas too hardcore

(It ain't even a question) Wu Tang niggas too hardcore

(It ain't even a question) Def Jam nigga too hardcore

(Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up) So what cha, what cha, what cha, want?

[Verse 3: Redman]

Yo, stomp with the big dogs

Sick dog lurkin'

Doc Bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains

Denver Bronco fan, Glock squirtin'

Brick City, steering wheel hurtin'

Prepare y'all fast car for lane mergin'

Hasta manana, y'all crash like Diana, cock block into gramma

Got cock in Atlanta, rockin' P.P.P. bandanas

While we fuck 'em on camera

It's too late to plant bait for my click to fall

We dodge booby traps and pitfalls and thick fog

When I tee, LA ride, ("It's yours")

Websites couldn't find the Force with Macintosh

Or John Walsh (C'mon), America's Most

Aim for spots that put more than a tear in your coat

[Verse 4: Method Man]

Uh huh, we speak for the unheard

Caught in the Matrix

Sound from the subbasement, "Spread the word"

Like incurables from dirty bird, beyond basic

John Woo these fake niggas, give 'em replacements

The thrilla from Park Hilla

Bubonic plague any M.C., that swear he iller

Inject the doofus with the lupus

Yukmouth rhyme that leave him toothless

My filled fly and filled groupless

Observe the record, livin' out my name, rep it

Study man and all his methods

And through that ethic, learn to expect the unexpected

One step ahead I, return like Jedi

Three hours behind your punk ass, catchin' a red eye

First class but cooler than coach, murder he wrote

On the wall in the bathroom stall, shittin' these quotes

"Fuck you all"

Scaredy cat kid, duckin' these dogs

You don't like us, then we don't like y'all

Lick The Balls!

Be easy, speak easy

This one be off the heazzzaaaayyy

Like my pubic hair, black and peazzzzzaaayyyy

[Chorus]

(It ain't even a question) x5

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