| Lyrics: | redman) oh my god, oh my god !
[methodman]
aaaow! (boo!)
uh, uh yo
uh
microphone checka swingin sword lecture
closin' down the sector, supreme neck
protector
better warn kid Mr. meth's a bolling pot
about tonblow his lid from the pressure
, too hot for t.V
for cheesy, too many ant to hard and easy
It's all N' gether ,going all
out together
It don't take much to please me
still holmes I'm never sastisfy like the
stones
we condone bitiing' see those southeren crossbones
protecting what I'm
writting
Don't clash with titian, who blast with a license
to kill rap reciting
come
on in the with ya nigga from the group home
TICAL(fuck your life style!)
*blows*
put
you lights out
get this shit a craken'got you feenin' with your pipes out
time for some
action' suffin the avenue
mad at you' where I used to battle crews
back when Antoinette
had that additude
cover me I'm going in ,walls closen in
got us busten ' offf
pistols
my niggas got issues ,again, same song
armed with the mega bomb
blow you out
the frame then I'm gone.
[Redmam]
yo, I was going to but we rome cellular
Phones
doc-meth back inthe flesh ,blood and bones
don't condone , spit bank loans and
homegrown
suckers break like turbo in Ozone
when i , grab the broom
moon -walk
platoon hawk my goon's bark
leave in the blue lagoon lost (TRUE)
three nines and the
glove with nasu he dying in the car
while we behind on the bars
hatters don't touch (
what?)weigh us both
now my neighbor dope up,
got hte cable hokked up,all
channels
lift my shirt all mammals
you ship off keys we ship grand pianos
sawed off
shot gun,
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, laaaa
yeah come on, red and meth gettin
jumped
la,la,la,la,la,la,la, laaaa |
