(feat. Murray, Redman)
Murray] [Funkmaster cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] up in this piece I'ma set off like this, me out Now who's these 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] I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, that We stay with the lethal on the mic MC's run like roaches Now they got me up in my jewels be dangling While my single be I come with the Redman please off the wall with some more
Yes y'all I come down the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin y'all Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the Olde E Down with Funkmaster Flex yes next To get they set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes with the sound Def represent, yes we extra swift We comes the boogie, fuck all you rookies We tough cookies on the mic dynamite
Murray] We here to make a dollar out of fifteen And let our balls hang like we on the toilet a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of with the dip So all that sensuous shit I intellectual violence And leave your click holier the ten commandments Like Redman I with the Ruck If your if was a spliff we'd be ALL up No to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I to hate ya Cuz a freak by nate Can't make the face ya brain Drink your lyrics down with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your As soon as one of you niggaz try to The L.O.D. love confrontation of amp your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off kid
The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand in your vest Watch, level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper These Def Squad mentalities, leave ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like I bought a bag of herb from Montalban To fulfill all fantasies 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 shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get with techniques This bass I rock, bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and go incidential Motherfucker the fuckin beat on deck! we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the War Chant]