(Keith Murray) [Funkmaster Flex and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this I'ma set off like this, me out Now who's crazy niggaz, drinkin crazy, pussy, out of straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, crazy Matter of fact I think niggaz is gay Always having a party no DJ Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap competition be like "What Squad be on it that?" Man, pssct, fuck We stay with the dosage Click on the mic run like roaches Now they got me up in England my be dangling While my single be I with the hardcore Redman come off the wall with some more
(Redman) Yes y'all I come down the ruckus Don't y'all I be the nigga jammin 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 Flex yes who's next To get they set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down with the Def Squad represent, yes we extra We comes the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough on the mic dynamite
(Keith Murray) We to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our balls like we on the toilet takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of chips the dip So fuck all that sensuous I represent violence And leave your click holier the ten commandments Like Redman I shift with the 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 rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I to hate ya 'cause youse a by nate Can't the face ya brain erasure Drink your down straight with no chaser My combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good of amp Break your motivation your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top fellas Blow the like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin and acting wild Redman the smile off that kid
(Redman) The Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the wicked and Trapper can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these hyper These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass Smoke the chalm I got alms like I bought a bag of herb from Ricardo To all these fantasies on the island To back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked down on the Peep, how I get funky with This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies me Then commence to an instrumental With pads and pencils and MC's go Motherfucker keep the beat on deck! we wreck his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the War Chant]