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(feat. Redman)

Traces of on my collar
Baby you got to do some to get this last dollar
Hotter than lava you come believe that I'ma follow
Lady like the dick but she don't like to swallow
Rockin' that product, honey up in the beauty-polla'
Girl it would be my honour, you my babymomma
Holler she proper, fuck with tha dumbin' cousin
Sucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them buckin'
then finga-fuckin', then let me show you somethin'
I'll knock that stuffin' off English muffin
Can't me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin' yo' panic in when I'm stuckin'
All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC! Oh girl you

Yo' I get it on
Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, my drawers
Suckin' your mouth with a torn
Rapped around ya noggin, I'm creepin' you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, darkening the erea, hop in
Pick up my bigga who helped me figured the plottin'
Droppin' the tops, the dough
Shoppin' in rotten--New York, flockin'
I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya coat Fo sparkin', they leave the parking
Niggaz can be forgotten
Doc and Meth album the top ten!
Choppin' it raw, 'n blockin',
Only raw choppin' his metaphores, so can stop watchin'
I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em 'em
Renevate your appartment, when two things barkin'
My Mackamichi knockin', bougie holes be spottin' on they
I get 'em like Leaky faucets

Redman, (Meth)]

Now who a nigga?!
(Now who a nigga?!)
Now who the nigga?!
(Now who the nigga?!)
Now who you nigga?!
(With who you nigga?!)
Who rock nigga?!
(Who pop nigga?!)

(Come on!) on! (Come on!) Come on!
(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) on!
(Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) on!
(Come on!) on! (Come on!) Come on!

I figured it out: niggaz ain't as big as yo' mouth
My street-value well it won't even fit in yo' couch
I bust titties come out
No matter what city hardcore committee's to fuck out
Son's ya duck out! Nuthin' to lose, a two up in ya goose
Buckle yo shoes, on my boots, fuckin' with you
my Anaconda like Nirvana
Marhihuana got bitches on they knees and they gon' us
'em dirty dirty with the hersey and the bombin'
Holla the drama, fire two in ya
Ya betta call ma, the ice is a honour
To in help me an arm up, lebaba(?) with ya momma
Even her donna, my dick is heronomic
Pull out a Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you nasty

Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so yo' distance
go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition
Listen, I the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin'
Come mis and a whippin', now kids is actin' different
Ditchin' double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin'
I ain't the one for trickin', or
Rippin' these compesitions, scrippin' them
'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' like Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frost
Shittin' like 'No he didn't', my ass and splittin'
Chattin' like Joe
All in the zone settin' it off like Big
It ain't no half-steppin'...I rappin'
Staten you keep sweatin', frontin' and
Duckin' my & wesson, trashin' the Meth and catchin'
Hell, we leave you in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you nasty