Uh.. Come on [3X] State your business Come on Let's make it hot Come on (word) Let's make it hot Come on Let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot (
Takin' it from the top? Tippy? Tippy? How high? The ultimate high 'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the
What chu crazy? Since a buck tooth baby, Doc Is like straight fuck you pay me like Jay-Z Lazzy Niggas complain' Doc load up the cartridge and start kickin
[Intro:] [Redman] Yo man glorious This is protected (?) [Method Man] And Tical [Redman] Slap it down [Method Man] Way out of bound [Redman] Roll in a
Come on 1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh 1, 2, 1, 2 Mr. Meth and Doc 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 DJ scratch on the track 1, 2, 1, 2 1, 2, 1, 2 Break your motha fuckin
Def squad, Wu Tang Check it, check it out, check it, check it out Check it, check it out, check it, check it out Check it, check it out, check it, check
Bricki-di-roaw Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolo's Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44's Loadin' it up, packin' it back, ready to splash for real
Yo yo yo yo, we, Push Weight with Ice Cube's in a cup Amerikkka's Most Wanted, police pin it up, [Incomprehensible] Thug passion brotha what, bloatin'
Yo man glorious This is protected By the Red And Tical Slap it down Way out of bounds Throw in your towels Fo' we gun down Yo, flipmode, toilet bowls
Hydro indo (Buddha) Hah cocoa yo, ya ya yo I need some brown weed (Lady) All day I need some brown weed (Jenny) I need some cut (Lady, lady) Now these
pounds Get up, stand up, back up, push up Jump up, act up to make y'all feel it Stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em, stick 'em Yo, blackout, shoot out,
[Meth] Traces of lipstick on my collar Baby you got to do some more to get this last dollar Hotter than lava when you come believe that I'ma follow
Oh my God, oh my God Microphone checka, swingin' sword lecture Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector Better warn 'em kid, Mr. Meth's a boiling
Yeh, this one's for the workers who toil night and day By hand and by brain to earn your pay Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread Have
In a neat little town they call Boston Apprenticed to trade I was bound And many an hour's sweet happiness I spent in that neat little town Then bad
I've lost all the time that I have in this world I spent it unwisely. Unwisely I see And I can't get it back And I can't move forward I'm broken and