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