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"Dangerous MCees"
(with Redman)

"Dangerous MCees"
(with Redman)



[Intro: Redman]
Yessir, Red and Meth in the muthafucking building, nigga
Yeah... yeah.. ya'll already know the muthafucking business, nigga
Agh, let's go, yo check it
[Redman]
Yo, you can, find me up inside a whore
Making her legs go up like Ferrari doors
Gilla House get 'Chips A'Hoy', don't sniff the boy
But I'm naughty like Tommy Boy
Go back like Atari cords, still here, shit
Superman ended up in a wheelchair
I'm fresh like Bel-Air, I paid my dues
And you trying to be cool up in Sunday school
Can't move when I flow, bet a nigga gonna copy
Take it home, study it, then he gon' profit
In the rap game, every nigga gonna gossip
Even Herbie Hancock know Red rock it
Yo, Red, stop it, time is up
Only nigga that's fly on the rhyme is us
Cuz, no one can stop me
Da-da-na, da-da-na, like Rocky
[Chorus 2X: Redman (Method Man) {The Notorious B.I.G. sample}]
Aiyo, this how it sound when them boys underground
Nigga, check our style, we some {Dangerous M.C.'s}
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em, forgot 'em)
(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em) {Dangerous MC's}
[Method Man]
Yo, back when chef mami used to sell plates, we used to sell base
I learned to wipe my nose and wipe the prints off the shell case
Don't want no jail case, freedom miles standing at hell's gate
It's hot, and the devil's my cell mate
The game's addictive, I can't stop, it's like I'm chasing that first high
Like Betty Crocker baking that first pie
The beef we serving is stir fried, swerving all through your urban
Hurting, every gate and corner, you working, I'm
The bottom line, the school of hard knocks turn into Columbine
And my set is throwing up dollar signs
Some get gwop, some get pop, me?
I got a ziplock of bubble gum, just for selling Chris Rock
Nobody move, nobody shot, Meth, I'm in the body shop
Where you rummy, rolling your body drops
I'm trynna stand on my own two, get signed to a major
Be a franchise player and get my own shoe
[Chorus 2X]
 
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"Dart Throwing"

"Dart Throwing"


[Raekwon the Chef]
Let's get it on Kokomo
John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird
Yeah
Another Persian legacy

[Method] The Iron Lung

[Raekwon the Chef]
Yo yeah
Yeah, yo, yo
Dart throwing, yo aimin at your nostril, Aeropostle
sword rockin halibut steak we choppin
Mili-tia, eight to nine generals at one time
Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line
Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley
Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's
Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater
My nigga drop losses, strike like Adidas
Shit is deep, the Grant's still burnin
The long time earnin, just got snatched by more Germans
Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
the Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden

[Method Man]
I dig my life experiences, wrap it up
in twelve inches, keepin my defenses
Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches
In the ghetto servin life sentence
Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks
Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin
Stop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern day
Pompei on city streets, the Sun pack heat
in Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin
Once again plot thicken, and you succumb
to the will of the slum bite your tongue
Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one
Guilty by association, stank bitch
wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass
Let them players flash, and trick on they cash
on your funky ass I only buy shit that last
A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin through
the pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty
in a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti
Head heavy, with deadly medleys

[Cappadonna]
I opened up my rap bible, then the light came
over the children, as it began to rain
I started buildin, spoke many times before
but didn't score, my reading was poor
Injected with the Devil's english, I extinguish
and approach all hominyms, shit in your brain
Wipe my ass with the phenonmenyms, be holy
or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia
Left y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff
rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what?
Beware my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggo
Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real
Peace out bro
...

[Method Man]
Tical
Eyes as diamonds, time again
Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen
Give it to em raw, give it to em raw
down to the fuckin floor, up to the roof with the proof
Meth-Tical mad, god damn!
Hahahaha, right
Motherfuckers
 
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"Dat's Dat Shit"
(feat. Redman, Mally G (Jamal), Young Zee)

"Dat's Dat Shit"
(feat. Redman, Mally G (Jamal), Young Zee)



[Method Man]
Uh, get ya stank on
[Radio voice]
WWKYA, WE'RE KICKIN YOUR ASS!
[Mally G/Jamal]
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 under your peacoat wit people
I told cops, roll blocks, no props
Fo' pops, Hennesy back and we both shot
That's how we go out, are you the thug type?
To ride down like Hopper from a Bug Life?
Watch the movie, haters tried to eye screw D
Your beef in small claims court, Judge Judy
When you and I meet up, the fight heat up
Bloody up ya wife beater then light weed up
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
I melt wax, Cuban Link chain react
Breezin through these tracks wit the highest of velocity
Play me like Monopoly
Pay me everytime you trespass on my property
I'm Dick Dastardly, no use in cop blockin me
Sloppily, your woman on the stop-watch clockin me
Possibly I rock well, somebody always watchin me
Livin in the street life, my eyes seen atrocity
Undress a kid properly
When I keeps it movin that means there ain't no stoppin me
Constant motivation, the god fiend bury kings
Proper education, Allah sees everything
How High, just another form of elevation
That's why I choose to build from the basement
Twelve-thirty-one-ninety-nine, times are wastin
More these Hot Dog MC's next to Nathan
Allah Math, break the phonograph in half
Promoters on some bullshit, short wit Johhny cash
(Dat's dat shit) They got snitches rattin on the click
(Dat's dat shit) They got bitches fightin over dick
WHERE THE LOVE AT, when you're young, broke and black
It's over there, in the ashtray, who got a match?
[Chorus]
[Young Zee]
Yeah yeah yeah, Young Zee got bitches fightin over dick
[Redman]
Get ya up and get ya high
Funk Doc got bitches fightin over dick
[Method Man]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, Meth-Tical got bitches fightin over dick
[Redman (Young Zee)]
Get ya up and get ya high (All y'all stupid bitches keep fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya wide
Get ya up and get ya high (HIIIIIGH!)
Get ya stoned and get ya wide wide (Yeah yeah)
Get ya stoned and get ya high (Fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya high ha
Get ya up and get ya high ha (Fightin over dick)
Get ya stoned and get ya high ha
 
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"Diesel"

"Diesel"


[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(For real baby)
And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I need help
Because the black man is God
The government is after me
And the worst is, black man is the Devil
I need help
So this is to bring everything in the
Someone help me please
universe within the light
Someone help me!
Understanding
They already did 2Pac
My children, all six billion humans
Biggie Smalls
on the planet Earth
Someone help me!
Regardless of who or what, I love you
Someone help me please!
Word is bond, I love you
Ahh! I'ma groupie for life, about nine wife
All the babies are mine, save a child life
No more doctors deliverin my babies
Stick in pins killing me slowly
To the President you say I'm a welfare fraud
you motherfucking right! Let's burn this dark house white!
Insecure about my ding-dong, married to Babylon
My queen lookin at me like a pawn!
[Raekwon the Chef]
Splash the worst rehearse a verse Flashdance on the universe
Televise the work Network Shop til your neck hurt
Whattup Dirt, nine diagram phoenix on your sweatshirt
Thirty-thousand went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French cut, gleamin in the Benz truck, whattup
Tellin my mens what? Ten times platinum and we ends up
draped out, jumpin out a cake, now throw your tape out
Furniture style, holdin the mic we got it laid out
Mind iodine Einstein remind mine
People swam nine didn't know they own kind wrong time
Denim rap, competition quick, handle that
Suckin the jim hat, pervertin on my raps'll get you slidapped
Mix drink Cuban Link lizink, flip a to zinc
Plus, expensive like a roman mink, now think
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
An ugly thirty-six chamber degree, what, you wanna rhyme?
Deep bring 600 ABC through the love white hate line
I'm telling you tornado, 42 billion thought travel
The year 90's parallel, controls to the wakes
I dig woman's stomach swell, my borough is dark
Many lights UFO kites, Benjamin Franklin got it right
Abraham I stuck your cherry tree
Your white head came out my black pussy
I ran Rip Van Winkle on all fours
Mountains twinkle twinkle star, Tarzan in a jar
And then came out Jane Flintstone in my gravel pit
[Method Man]
Kill the chatterin, niggaz bust shots, keep em scatterin
Blood splatterin, on point like a javelin
Fuck battlin, you cats is only good for babblin
Imaginin yourself, as the God space travellin
Round the seven rings of Saturn
Got my sword plus the Abbot in the chamber, nine in the clip
At the gatherin, we left you staggerin, yo it had to been
Hot Nickel, who broke bread, at the Vatican
Stick a pin, in a citizen, mental food, got us diggin in
My compliments to the chef
M-E-TH like amphatimens, yes stick it to the veteran
Blaow blaow! Blown to death, take your medicines
I put the sick in your mu-sick with Osirus
Bound to blow like a bad sinus
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Stay up at night don't sleep on your morn
Rest in the day because it's sunlight
Reverse thought psychology
[RZA]
Child wild adventures walk trillions of square inches
Ten percentage try to drain me of my mental strengthage
Heavy wattage knowledge cleans blood clottage, and retardage
I refine the garbage logic exterminate your cottage
[U-God]
Thirty-six anger, dirty language is the stranger
The mangler, the honor roll singer righteous finger
When we shine-a, we always find a never minor major
Hard to spot we dangerous with our behavior
[RZA]
Australian Venezuelaen illegal aliens
Chameleons all catch the feelings we revealing
Killer bee keep your mind at ease, lay back like Adam fuckin Eve
Four thousand years in the garden, puffin trees
[U-God]
I aim slang I maintain, through the main vein
The answer came clever, when we do greatness through trial and error
Mile of terror motormouth, let the odor out
Fumin greater, the temper in my spine huminator
The super grass childish blast sleepy eye stash
The hashish masterpiece, Osirus is the virus
This split second splash, severe drop is near pop
There's fallin teardrops, now is it worth your career?
 
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"Dirty Dancin"

"Dirty Dancin"


[Ol Dirty Bastard is doing a Martin Lawrence comedy skit from Raw]
[this is going on in the background during the Intro and part of the first verse]

You know God damn well I don't smoke this shit Meth
[coughing] Know damn well I don't smoke this sheyit
Know damn well!
I remember when we used to go down to the creek
Member when we used to go down to the creek?
And used to dip your head in the water?
Everybody thought you had it in you, you know
You used to jump out the water
the water used to glisten alllllll over your bohhhhhhdy
What? I said the water used to glisten alllllll over your bohhhhhhdy

[Intro: Ol Dirty Bastard]

Clean out my vocals
Yeah, I said YEAH
I said zuckazuhzuhzuh, zuckazuhzuh
[more nonsense noises]
chkccha ckchcka Brooklyn, zucka Zoo
C'mon baby baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby, c'mon!

[Verse One:]

Superlogical this, superlogical that
I detect a nigga dialect by the way he rap
I elect myself President MC
My career so intelligent, unique physique
Then with mathematics, not democratic
static, topic, Asiatic
Zssshuh, them unique, never leak, brlaharl...
Bring it on back

Superlogical this, superlogical that
I detect your dialect by the way you rappp!
I elect myself President MC
My career so intelligent, unique physique
Doin mathematics and I'm not democratci
No static, topic, I'm Asiatic
See, I'm Unique, never... blarhalal...

[Verse Two: Method Man, Ol Dirty Bastard]

Crazy, lurkin in the shadows, I'm shady, sheisty
Get your weight up, don't take me lightly
Blasted, dirty to the grain I be stained with the madness
It's the Meth-Tical with the Bastard

MZA MZA my name is the Ol Dirty Bas
My gammmmme, to kick your ass
Dnnah duh dnnh dnnh duh duh!
Dnnah dnh duh duh duh dahhhhhh!

Flip and relax, take an Ex-Lax, I'm shittin
on the industry that was frontin now they missin
What everybody else is gettin
Cuz they wasn't representin the real...

...appeal, like me and, old time
When it comes to the microphone who killed the swine?
Be the original G
Do the rhymin on time and in the place to be

[Interlude: Old Dirty Bastard, Method Man]

You are now in my trance
You are getting sleeeeeepyyyyyy
You are now getting sleeeepyyyyy
and sleeeeppieeerrrrr
And sleepy, and sleepy

[Verse Three: Method Man]

This one here's for my people, my people
Enter the 36 chambers, the sequel
Part two, for me and the cipher troop
With the Teflon lyrics that you can't get through
With the twenty-two automatic rap you pack, what?
You ain't hittin with that wack shit you kickin
Straight from the beginning, of the game
All the way to the ninth inning, I bring the pain
Dark like the midnight train on the track by the RZA
Diesel like Arnold Schwarzanegger

[Outro: Ol Dirty Bastard]

The hardware, choose the hardware
Ask you a question, test the Ason
Extra extra, read the drama and thennn another one
which you intrigue, do your rap fatigue in the...
ohhhh....
Here I go, aauhhh
Yeahhh...
(shit that makes me high) [*2]

[*2 - leads into Harlem World on the album version]
 
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"Dirty Mef"
(feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard)

"Dirty Mef"
(feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard)



[Intro: Method Man (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]
Expect the unexpected, motherfucker, let's go, come on
Yeah, M-E-F, hahahaha, special guest
(Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck)
Hahahaha.. yeah..

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit
One verse, and leave in a new Benz-er
Take a trip down south and put some hoes to work, you hear me
Dirt McGirt, you niggas gonna respect it
I'm drunk and crunk so don't come in my direction
I'm ready to thump, and get the whole crew arrested
Bail 'em out, and laugh about it in Texas, yo
And get with Rome, down in Caki-Lac
And hit the spot, in the hood where the happenings at
Where the shootin' and the fightings and the stabbings at
Where the Lincolns and the Chevys and the Cadi's at, shit
Them down south niggas been loved Dirt
Take a shot to the head, if you been through the worse
Show respect to your niggas, who been doin' it first
And be comin' with that shit, I'm just doin' the worse

[Chorus 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Method Man)]
Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit
(Yo, you don't wanna ride with Meth, you still sniffing coke
Even if you tried your best, yo, I can spit)

[Method Man]
Yeah, damn, I'm just like Dirt in the booth
I'm the truth, I don't need to go to church in a suit
Each verse is the proof, I drink a 100 Proof
Cop searching the coup, I got some herb in my boot
When Wu is coming through, the outcome: critical
Fucking with this style, the outcome: get physical
Meth get lyrical, and y'all can get my genitals
Don't forget them aid essentials, vitamins & minerals
Heh, ya'meen, I'm taking one for the team
Like Martin Luther King, taking one for a dream
I'm dope, to many fiends, live by many means
If you don't stand for nothing, you'll fall for anything
That's real shit, let's get this money real quick
Dirt Dog, I'm feeling this, but I'd rather feel rich
I mean filthy rich, I'm corporate now
Big Meth, the label's Def, that's why I talk so loud, nigga

[Chorus 2X]

[Hook 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck...
 
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"Dis Iz 4 All My Smokers"
(with Redman)

"Dis Iz 4 All My Smokers"
(with Redman)



[Intro: Redman (Method Man)]
"This is for, all my smokers"
Whoo, one more, just keep the thing at the end of it
Alright, give me one more time on the count of three
1, 2, 3 "This is for, all my smokers"
(Yo, ya'll done made the album, you heard) Yes sir
"This is for, all my smokers"
"This is for, all my smokers"

[Redman]
Aiyo, Meth, what's up, nigga?

[Method Man]
Doc, what's really good?
Got that bush and that Backwood, light up in any hood
Yup, I'm that hood, my brother, love me some Cali kush
Never thought that little bush in that baggie would have me hooked
I'm a pothead, everyone look, and point your fingers
At the bad guys, with the cottonmouths and glass eyes
Huh, fuck it, I'm that high, I'm blowing smoke clouds
Got my head in the clouds, fuck it, I'm that fly
Doc, what's up, nigga?

[Redman]
Yo, you know how I bust
Find me drunk, fucked up at the Cannabis Cup
For those who don't smoke, get the middle finger up
You smoke more than us, nigga, it's beginner's luck
My truck, ride with 5-0 eyes on it
It's like the blunt, when you ain't got five on it
I challenge any opponent, who wanna smoke?
We can puff til our voice get lower than Tone Loc, like

[Chorus: Redman (Method Man)]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't nobody smoking more than me, up in here
(Aiyo, pump this shit, you get high off this here, because)
"This is for, all my smokers"
(I'm like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't nobody smoking more than Meth up in here)
Aiyo, bump this, bitch, you get high off this here, because)
"This is for, all my smokers"

[Redman]
Yo, I'm like oh my God, oh my God
I start growing sour dies' in my home garage
Now niggas on the block, say I'm on my job
Cuz now I rock more chains than Amistad
This my 'entourage', this not HBO
A bitch see me, she like, oh there he go
You can smoke with the bro, if you got ass and nice tits
But fuck you, with that, I'm 'high off of life' shit

[Method Man]
They tried to make me go to rehab, no
Tell my P.O. that I ain't trying let the weed bag, go
You can catch me in the whip, pushing the seats back slow
My chick's a Rican, that mean she off the meat rack, though
Look ma, I'm eating, cuz when it's time to get that dough
I sink my teeth in, and turn around and spit that flow
They call me beasting, I monster the booth, so in the cut
I leave 'em bleeding, little swag', with some Miss Dashing season

[Chorus]

[Method Man]
I got flavors, I major, baby, send in the troops
That Johnny Blaze ya, leave dashes in your Timberland boots
Can't fuck with haters, just mad I got a pocket of loot
I'm chasing papers, ya'll try'nna be a rock in my shoe
I'm a father, I don't drink with kids, these youngers thinking they hard
I think harder than they think they is
I'm by as proper as my English is, and hope I did my thing
Before I die, for the things I did

[Redman]
Everybody light it up and smoke with your man
And cigarette smokers, change ya game plan
Cuz this is for all my, marijuana smokers
Backwoods, Swisher sweets, and Dutch rollers
Yeah, I pull over, start pulling out money
Cuz I by weed, like everyday 420
You know what else funny, I found was so gutter
I'm Cheech and Chong brother, just got different mothers

[Chorus]
 
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"Do What Ya Feel"

"Do What Ya Feel"


[laughing] Yea
[more laughing]
Follow... Juss do what ya feel and never follow
Never follow... Juss do what ya feel and never follow
[Chorus]
Juss do what ya feel and never follow
Juss do what ya feel and never follow
Ha Ha Metical
[Meth:]
Who wanna flip wit the acrobatic?
From Ground Zero all the way to attic
Well we be smokin Tical
The reservoir is now open
I swim the English Channel backstrokin
You don't know me or my style
We hold court and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate this next dart to my fuckin heart
Little Meth pea the best pod
Now walk wit dat one, word, time time fo some action
Dreamin bout Toni Braxton
Blowin her back out like Bob Backlund
I'm throwin wrestling holds
Tag Team wit Funk Doc We in Funk mode
Take yo best shot
If it don't hip it don't hop
If it don't quit it don't stop
That's the life
[Redman:]
I be the supalyrical individual
I be spittin though that Teflon material
To knock Big Ben off of schedule
Betta move wit a set of tools
I be doin it to mics when I'm a heterosexual
I load the mic then cock, drop it like 3 quarters when I slaughter
Don't get caught in the water
Cause the Bricks got its own World Order
Leave yo bitches shot like the third rail caught her
Style stay deeper than Orca
I float the seven seas with ease
Get more drugs than pharmacies
So call me that lyrical genevyz
You can't compare, get you steppin like stairs
Frats, sororities
Don't make me bring it on back, I fuck up the majority
Of niggaz lookin hard at me
I port them like authority
And when my nigga Meth shine, I be in the How High mobile
Rollin 3 dimes at a time
[Redman and Method Man still... (unknown sample)]
It's the Jersey representa
Get hit from the bottom to ya head when ya enta
[Meth] Word
[Chorus x 3]
Ha Funk Doc, break it down
[Redman:]
Yo, suck my dick outta animosity
The velocity will fly dat head and freeze yo camps like pottery
then give labodomies to all you rap colonies
And shut yo million dollar investment to economy
And possibly might be the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet"
By the track wetter
The ass-spreader
I love the grimey shit even my girl did grimey shit to me
And I went back wit her
3 years for carryin a loaded handgun
but its forever wit a nigga
(ch-ch-blouw) and he lands one to yo cranium
That red dot on your forehead is not cause you're Arabian
(Watch what you say to him)
You caught up in a tight situation
I should start erasin your organization for makin, wack tunes
While my whole platoon rocks the basement
You couldn't come if I gave my bookin agent
Or producer
Royalty poise 12-shot loaded Luga
Even the crowd get you souped up
You still wack
I peel caps on the regular
Destroy emcees etcetra
Hooped like the Predator
Fuck you, your label, moms, and yo editor
Give you two to the jellular
Left you spreadin all on my shirt
The King of the Flirts, shittin
Bitches hit me off more than New Edition
(tw tw twee twee twee tw twee twee twee twee)
I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel fasique
So I alone (one me gun dun)
Get on the mic breakem off a shum shum
[Meth:]
We moonshine and grow crops
Purchasin a handheld wit the sho-shot
It got me spittin
These slugs at my competition, in rap sessions
You ain't be got no weapons you live professin
Next in line
Parental discretion advised
These explicit, street linguistics
Betta than yo momma biscuits
We bombshellin
I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
Johnny, dangerously, Blaze
Anotha enemy made, anotha due paid
Color-safe bleach so I don't fade
Scar you mental wit my double-edged blade
Razor Sharp get yo bandaids
Hold that
Like E said get the Pozac
Show dem wack niggaz where da door's at
On the case like I'm Kojak
Kissin the grits on that floor bitch
Flip scripts, take loooong shits
Raider Ruckus, one
I come wit premeditated Red Rum
Gingivitis to yo filthy ass gums
Bottom line eitha get down or get done,
Muthafucka
 
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"Dog In Heat"

"Dog In Heat"


[Missy]
Gimme that funk, mmm..
Funk, mmm.. yo gimme that
Funk.. sho' nuff that
Funk..

[Redman]
Yo, yo
Beware of the dogs, off the chain
Fuck your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes
Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide
If your broad ain't fuckin she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
by the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries
Cause I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga
My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture
Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake that ass
I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast
Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong)
with your hair all fucked up, with one pump on
Get stomped on, I take the money and run
I'm a dog, shit I fuck right in front of your son
If you ain't got Missy and Meth
want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check

[Missy]
When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work
Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urp
Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' make love to and in ya
SLIDE, wanna take a ride
When you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonight
Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna miss
Uhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire (fire)
SLIDE, wanna take a ride

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
I love it boy when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin me on
You keep me growlin like a dog in heat
Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks

[Missy]
You on the block layin low, from the cops layin low
When you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA
Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' mind in the trenches
SLIDE, let's take a ride
Baby come give me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one
can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night
Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach
SLIDE, baby won't you slide

[Chorus]

[Method Man]
Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH
Love it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick
All my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads
You ain't got no-ass-at'all, we ain't fuckin wit y'all
I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin
Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin
Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin
Smellin like that Wu-Tang production
Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen
And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion
Missy come and get me, I'm bout to call Doc
We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot
Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up
Saturday Night, who got the Fever?
Brought the flavor, of indonesia
Puff puff give type procedures
and this joint bumpin out your speakers

[Chorus]

[Missy]
I'm gonna take you high to the top
and let your body not reject me babe
I'm gonna make you really love me
I'm gonna make you scream don't stop
But you must first respect his lady
You must respect this lady
 
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"Double Deuces (St. Ide's Malt Liquor Commercial)"

"Double Deuces (St. Ide's Malt Liquor Commercial)"


[Redman]
Oh here they come with the ruckus of the drunk
Funk doc (Methical) the veterans of medicine
Natural fruit juices, that alcohol beverage

[Method Man]
Come to get it on with that crooked ass veteran
Introduction you to this new special brew
Natural fruit juicin, alcohol double duecin
Take what the truth is, that rhyme through your toothless

[Redman (Method Man)]
Hey yo what are you a doofus? (Actin like you ruthless)
Guzzle that St. Ides, Superman flies through the skies
I'm crooked, leavin y'all chinky eyed
In case you were lookin
Ghetto natural now represent
I flip the script if you ain't
Hike up my guns and malt liquor
Drink it down to the sticker
If you can't finish it quicker

[Method Man]
Pineapple, coconut, lemon lime fashion
Mixed fruit, put it on ice and it be smashin
 
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