(feat. Murray, Redman)
[Keith [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in piece"] Live up in piece I'ma set off this, check me out Now who's crazy niggaz, drinkin crazy, pussy, out of straw Thinkin they hardcore, crazy metaphor of fact I think them niggaz is gay Always having a with no DJ Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck We with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run like Now they got me up in England my jewels be While my be singling I come with the Redman please come off the with some more
Yes I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga y'all like Smuckers Freeze, consecutively like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes whaddIdo you and you drink the Olde E brew Down with Funkmaster yes who's next To get they whole set burnt Waco, Tex Now, I down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we swift We with the boogie, fuck all you rookies We tough cookies on the mic dynamite
Murray] We here to make a dollar out of cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet a shit is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that shit I represent violence And your click holier than the ten commandments Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a spliff be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of MANY cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love to ya Cuz youse a freak by Can't make the ya brain erasure Drink your lyrics down straight with no My verbal like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to The L.O.D. good confrontation of amp Break motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top fellas the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and acting Redman the smile off that kid
The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand in your vest Watch, what next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and Trapper John can't the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these MC's These Def Squad mentalities, your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got like Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo To fulfill all these fantasies on the To come back home wildin with chrome and diamonds In fact I you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked on the streets Peep, how I get funky techniques This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies me Then commence to beat an pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the War Chant]