"Da Rockwilder"

(feat. Redman)



Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!



[Verse One: Method Man]



Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture

closin down the sectar supreme neck protector

Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot

about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV

but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together

going all not together it don't take much to please me

Still homes are never satisfy like the stones

we don't condome bitin in the sellin crossbones

protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan

who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence

C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home

TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out

got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out

time for some action, surfin the avenue

mad at you, where I used to battle crews

back when Antoinette had that attitude

Cover me I'm going in, walls closin in

got us bustin off these pistols

my niggas got issues...again, same song

armed with the mega bomb

Blow you out the frame and I'm gone.



[Verse Two: Redman]



I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones

Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone

don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown

suckers break like Turbo

in no zone, when I, grab the broom

moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark

leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true)

three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car

right behind on the boss

Haters don't touch, weigh us both up

now my neighbor doped up

got the cable hooked up. All channels

lift my shirt all Mammal

you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos.

sawed of shotgun

hand on the pump, sippin on a forty

puffin on a blunt

bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped

La la la la, la la la laaaaa



yeah c'mon, Red and Meth gettin jumped

La la la la, la la la laaaaaa