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von Method Man & Redman

Man, he must′ve bumped his motherfuckin' head or somethin′
Yo
Yo


Yo, MC's out there, you better stand clear
It's Funk Doc (M-E-F), on the world premiere
From New Jerz, straight talk, America′s best
Cold wildin′ Staten Island is where I rest
Yo, yo, 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 super gods, non-recoupable, yo
Buttons is pressed to remove the press
Pressin′ bullshit, my index press a full clip (Yow)
Set up cones when I'm firin' chrome
I′m hittin′ ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dial 9-1-1, run and 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 Rov′
Hot to death, cops is vexed
I push a buck sixty if they try to block the Lex
Drive by on a baja, snatch the Cartier watch, I
Bounce laughin' off like Clue (Aha)
Doc is like Poppi, supplyin′ you grams
So breaka-breaka while I turn it to the Shaolin 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
Landsharks get they chin checked when I jabbajaw
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 OTB, I'm too black
I′m like Zorro, I mark a Wu sign on your back, motherfucker


(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
(It ain′t even a question) So what you
What you, what you want? What you 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 niggas too hardcore
(It ain′t even a question) So what you, what you, what you want?

Yo, stomp with the big dog, sick dog lurkin'
Doc Bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains
Denver Bronco fan, Glock squirtin′
Brick City, steerin' wheel hurtin′
Prepare y'all fast car for lane mergin′
Hasta mañana, y'all crash like Diana
Cock block in the Grandma, got cock in Atlanta
Rockin' P.P.P. bandanas while we fuck ′em on camera
It′s too late to plant bait for my clique to fall
We dodge booby traps and pitfalls and thick fog
When I tee, L.A. ride (It's yours)
Websites couldn′t find the Force with Macintosh
Or John Walsh, America's most
Aim for spots that put more than a tear in your coat

Uh-huh, we speak for the unheard, caught in the Matrix
Sound from the subbasement, spread the word
Like incurables from dirty birds, beyond basic
John Woo these fake niggas, give ′em replacements
The thriller from Park Hilla
Bubonic plague any MC that swear he iller
Inject the doofus with the lupus
Yukmouth rhyme that leave 'em toothless
I′m Phil Fly and Phil Fruitless, observe the record
Livin' out my name, rep it
Study man and all his methods
And through that effort, 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 heezy like my pubic hair from Lang and Peezy

(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
(It ain't even a question) So what you
What you, what you want? What you 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 niggas too hardcore
(It ain't even a question) So what you, what you, what you want?

It ain′t even a question
It ain't even a question (Too hardcore)
It ain′t even a question
It ain't even a question (So what you
What you, what you want? What you want?)
It ain′t even a question

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System overload
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