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Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!

[Verse Method Man]

Microphone checka, sword lecture
closin down the sectar neck protector
Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha pot
about to his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
but cheesy, Too many wanna be be easy, is all in together
all not together it don't take much to please me
Still homes are never satisfy the stones
we don't condome bitin in the sellin
protectin what am writin don't clash the Titan
who with a liscence to kill rap presitence
C'mon, in the with ya nigga from the Group Home
TICAL!!(Fuck lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out
got the shit the got you fienin with your pipes out
time for some action, the avenue
mad at you, where I used to crews
back when Antoinette had attitude
me I'm going in, walls closin in
got us bustin off these
my niggas got issues...again, same
armed with the bomb
you out the frame and I'm gone.

[Verse Redman]

I was to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, and bone
don't condone Spent loans and homegrown
break like Turbo
in no zone, when I, the broom
moon-walk hawk my goons spark
leave you in a blue lagoon (true)
three and a glove with masu di die in the car
behind on the boss
Haters don't touch, us both up
now my doped up
got the cable up. All channels
lift my all Mammal
you ship off and we ship Grand Pianos.
sawed off
hand on the pump, on a forty
smokin on a
bust my gun and Red and gettin jumped
La la la la, la la la

yeah c'mon, Red and gettin jumped
La la la la, la la la