(feat. Murray, Redman)
Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this set off like this, check me out Now these crazy niggaz, drinkin crazy, pussy, out of crazy Thinkin they hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I think them is gay Always having a party no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental on] When I rap competition be "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck We stay with the dosage on the mic MC's run like roaches Now got me up in England my jewels be dangling my single be singling I come with the Redman come off the wall with some more
Yes y'all I come down with the Don't y'all I be the nigga jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes whaddIdo Fuck you and you drink the E brew Down with Funkmaster Flex yes next To get they whole set burnt Waco, Tex Now, I comes down 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 a dollar out of fifteen 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 sensuous shit I represent intellectual And leave click holier than the ten commandments Redman I shift with the Ruck If your if was a we'd be ALL fucked up No to ask who is he so we get busy Scuff our Tims on the boulevard of rough cities have to Norman Bate ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by Can't the face ya brain erasure Drink lyrics down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to back As as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love good of amp Break motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top fellas Blow the like Branford Marsalis Niggaz through and acting wild Redman smack the off that kid
The Doctor Spock pumps a thousand watts in your vest Watch, what level next, take this ghettoness A little for the wicked and beyond Trapper John can't the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these MC's These Def mentalities, leave your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms Vietnam I bought a bag of herb from Montalban To fulfill all these on the island To come back home wildin with chrome cash and In I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with This I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack junkies respect me Then to beat an instrumental pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker the fuckin beat on deck! While we wreck his whole set! [Flex mixes the Zulu War Chant]