[Method Man]

Uh, get ya stank on



[Radio voice]

WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN YOUR ASS!



[Mally GJamal]

My receitals is worth ten titles

I shit on wrote Bibles, if you don't like me I don't like you

I liable to load the rifle, hit the roof and snipe you

The shit I spit damaging your vitals

Nobody ride through like my squad do

Got all y'all players suicidal

Actin niggas, take two

You heard the news, I'ma break it to ya

We're here to headline the bill and

Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the villain

A mic murder for hire, ten grand a killin

Yo Funk Doc, pass the glock, this bitch nigga grillin

I make moves wit my big dog ?bounce?

Staten Island to the Bricks for mo' chips and mo' pounds

Y'all know who really lockin this shit down

When we rock it, don't we all stand out?

Y'all hazardarious, clear out

Get ya ass out 'fore I tear it out

And show you what I'm talkin 'bout



[Chorus: Redman, Method Man (Young Zee)]

Yo get ya up and get ya high, ha!

Get ya stoned and get ya wide

Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)

Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)

Aiyyo we get ya up and get ya high (yeah)

Get ya stoned and get ya wide

Dat's dat shit (like or not, niggas sleepin wit the fifth)

Dat's dat shit (like or not, bitches fightin over dick)



[Redman]

I'm high-powered, the dog rott weiler

Chocolate thai showers got Doc cookin minute rice for five hours

You wet cowards, I'm live wire

Ya bitch ass probably wash ya hands wit Palmolive

Yo Bricks holler, I got the plan printed

Load it and it goes like summer jam tickets

Fam can't dig it, pop goes the wea-sel

You be hidin u