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[Redman] Oh my god, oh my god! [Method Man] Aaaow! (Boo!) Uh, uh, yo, uh Microphone checka, swingin' sword lecture Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector Better warn 'em kid, Mr. Meth's a boiling pot About to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV For cheesy, too many wanna be hard be easy It's all N'together, going all out together It don't take much to please me Still homes I'm never satisfy like the Stones We don't condone bitin' see them selling crossbones Protecting what I'm writing Don't clash with the Titan who blast with a license To kill rap reciting Come on, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home TICAL! (Fuck your lifestyle!) *Blows* Put your lights out Get the shit to crackin' got you feenin' 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 closing 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 then I'm gone. [Redman] Yo, I was going too but we roam, cellular phones Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones Don't condone, spit bank loans and homegrown Suckers break like Turbo and Ozone When I, grab the broom Moon-walk platoon hawk my goons bark Leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true) Three nines and a glove with Nasu he dying in the car While we behind on the bars Haters don't touch (what?) ewigh us both up Now my neighbor dope up Got the cable hooked up, all channels Lift my shirt all mammals You ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos. Sawed off shotgun Hand on the pump, sippin' on a forty Yo smokin' on a blunt Bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa Yeah come on, Red and Meth gettin jumped La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa From Letras Mania