My Zone!

[Intro: Redman]

Yo, its on (Do that, do that)

Crackers, crackers, niggas, niggas (Yo, yo, yo)

This is a test of the emergency smoke-cast system

Crackers, crackers, niggas, niggas

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it

This is a test (Crackers, crackers)

This— This— This is a test (Niggas, niggas)

Of the emergency smoke-cast system (Yo, yo, yo)

[Verse 1: Redman]

Funk Doc is on a world tear

Jumpin' 13,000 feet out a plane in the air like where

The next ghetto I'm gon' run, I'm gonna shut them ear drums

Until you talkin' sign language, there go son

Walls start to bleedin' when my jaws is leakin'

Doc do 200 first week, your label call a meeting

Yeah, I'm gonna let the guerillas up in your building

Kick your door, shoot up the ceiling, snatch the coke, kidnap the children

Don't start lying about your tire being flat

Or catching a allergy attack when I ask the batter when to bat

Saddling them hoes like yee-haw

Bitch, enjoy the tour while you're fuckin' the Doc 5 o'clock free ride

Ambulance too late for them

These paper-thin niggas, rob 'em at the ATM with a staple gun

I'm a rookie scuba diver, holler

You rap scholars do the knowledge, you won't make it through to college

B to R-I-C-K, never worse those

My lyrics to the mic is like my hormones to pornos

Bitches keep the door closed (Ayo)

[Chorus: Redman & Markie]

Motherfuckers be tryin' to step in my zone

I grab my chrome and I'm like, "Yo, it's on"

Motherfuckers be tryin' to step in my zone

I grab my chrome and I'm like, "Yo, it's on"

Motherfuckers be tryin' to step in my zone

I grab my chrome and I'm like, "Yo, it's on"

Motherfuckers be tryin' to step in my zone

I grab my chrome and I'm like, "Yo, it's on" (Ayo)

[Verse 2: Markie & Redman]

Who fuckin' with us? We bustin' your guts with lyrics

Either you feel it or fear it (Hahaha)

And smash the hardest artist regardless of steez

I'm heartless with these (You ready?), cock it and squeeze

With precise precision you better listen

Guaranteed to blur your vision if we engage in collision

Talk slick and be laid out in chalk

I still stay out in Newark and blaze my way out the court

So, nigga, fuck what you thought

[Outro]

Keep it bangin', keep it swangin', might have you sayin'

(Ooh-la-la-la) So what ya sayin'? (Yo, I'm s—)

Keep it bangin', keep it swangin', might have you sayin'

(Ooh-la-la-la) So what ya sayin'? (Yo, I'm s—)

This is DJ Say What lettin' the monkeys out, but we ain't spankin' it

On W-Fuck All Y'all Radio

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