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[Street Life]Yo yo, enta, enta, enta, enta yoIt's the synical, lyrical rap individualOn my death bed I spit sick flows that's criticalI'm not a fan of this, I'm a mic vandalistThug therapist, my clan's too originalMy slang bang to wax, words that's visualToo digital for y'all common street criminalsWho wanna come test, lick the sweat from my genitalsWe can get off the mic and get a little physicalI was born to rock since they cut my umbilicalCord, I swing swords, behold the prolificalRhyme writer, hip-hop provider, prize fighterLive wire, quick to set the mic on fireI speak legalized dope, hitman for hireI quote murderous notes, dope rhyme supplierHang glide on the mic like a stunt driverAnd I won't stop rockin till I retire[Redman]Yo yo yoWhen it comes to the darts, I throw emFlamethrower, blow your section-eight home to your payphone upGrass smoker, in the cut for the lawnmowerI water, I ride the wale that ate JonahOver, your faced wit the black cape overYou woke up four gorillas wit a makeoverPackin a punch, asthma pump takeoverMy crew boards, and the whole plane lays over(YO YO!) You can't talk wit the tape overPass the pussy, get out, date's overBack to your gray Nova that's way slowerRedline to five on the highway shoulderEnemies say "Doc the one to play closer"This baboon loose off the chain chokerHardcore, ?jacore? I hate pokerBut y'all spread when my bullet's daytona[Chorus] 8xComin through, comin through duckRun for cover (BASS!)[Method Man]Yo yo this ain't ya granddaddy music, it's hip hopComin through your woofer like a mute kitHundred-thousand watts on some bullshitI blackout eclipse wit the semi bust a full clip (CLAP OUT!)Touch one if any, that's my complexing conquestNow tell that shit to the court, I plead no contestFrom none of y'all, pleaseI potty train pissy-ass rugrat for freeKeep the cake for the family and off Sarah LeeThat's how we do, powerful, movin on ya left!Mista who, Meth, black gorilla, beatin on his chestI suggest, you pay yo' debt or Protect Ya NeckI suggest, you wear a vest makin all them threatsHere's a chin check that cash and splash niggas in halfSmash rappers like hash (smoke em down to ashes)At last it's the crew that party crashes the massesMadness wildin out like special ed classes[Ghostface Killah]Straight out the gate, meet TonyDon of all dons, behind New York King Tut wit one armBanana Nut Crunch last cinnamon toast with power roseWhips dirty, dustin my bitch, FUCK PAROLE!Peace shout he's Wallee Timb's, wild out (wild out)We in the spot, guns go off thoughCame out his mask it was Ollie NorthOh shit, what up what up GhostCongratulations on your new flickBurn it dead who max the mostWord up you got the most ClarksBravehearts spin thisFor under come down in the pale he need minutesTold y'all before I kick doors off the hingesAin't no cooler and there ain't no GuinessMoney like Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves wit bench slippersPlay the PGA Tour wit Jack NicklausStatues of Mary, gas that bust mercurySit through the biggest storm and hand out turkey[Redman]Yaeh, yeah, yeah, WHUUUA!!!That's the way I like it[Method Man]PISSY ASS RUSTY ASS NIGGAS!!(0-7-1-0-3) 1-0-3-0-4