Oh my god
Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!! Verse One: Method Man Microphone checkaswingin 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 pressuretoo hot for TV but cheesyToo many wanna be hard be easyis 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 monin the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home TICAL!!( your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)
put your lights out got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out time for some actionsurfin the avenue mad at youwhere I used to battle crews back when Antoinette had that attitude Cover me I m going inwalls closin in got us bustin off these pistols my niggas got issues
againsame song armed with the mega bomb Blow you out the frame and I m gone.
Verse Two: Redman I was going to Buck-we-romescellular phones Doc-Meth back in the fleshblood and bone don t condone Spent bank loans and homegrown suckers break like Turbo in no zonewhen Igrab 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 touchweigh 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 pumpsippin on a forty puffin on a blunt bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped La la la lala la la laaaaa yeah c monRed and Meth gettin jumped La la la lala la la laaaaaa

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