| Lyrics: | Four Seasons"
(feat. Redman, Ja Rule, LL Cool J)
[Redman]
Bitch!
Brick
City, yo
Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young
At 8 paint chips the rare moon
----
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me and Meth exchange
shifts
For money, to your house arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a
thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper
chase
Blow zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve to you to liquor in the
plate
Battle royal, in the ring smoking like ought to owe ya
Fire thrown to the roof of
you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the Waltons
Down South, the forty-four
feela
I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga
I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho
nigga
Westside highway running, homo nigga
[LL Cool J (Method Man)]
I'm the
sultan of the ghetto
The homicidal aficionado
I empty niggas out like Cristal bottles,
uh
When I battle, I'm breaking Bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat right here, we ain't
got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you losers
I knew my longevity
confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the royal
King James
Phantom Menace, that's why niggas make faces like they drinking Guinness
When
they realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh
Been
eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links, chicky-eyed blonde hair, honeys
sippin' rainbow colored
drinks
Black thugs with white minks, ready to jack the
brink
Bend your little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggaz
freeze when I step up in the building
The Godfather's here giving blessings to his
children
Carrots shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about
papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect, black Gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta
visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes
We can do
this one more time, I'll let you decide
The Alizae swigger, I clock twelve figgas
Think
Goulianni's rough I got some real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, niggas
retreated
Made the choice to be seated until my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose,
Method Man get loose
What the world gonna do when my dogs get loose?
(Blaze one) Blaze one
(Blaze one) Blaze One
Blaze, blaze, blaze one
[Method Man]
Now four corners,
four seasons
Four MC's with four reasons to bring this game to its knees
And while you're
down there, suck my dick
My whole motto is fuck it
Hit the smoke shop and blow my
budget
MC's abusing my bitch, using my shit
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing
my grip
Now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and terrorize
rap, do you?
I do my best work stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is
where you'll find my buried treasure
I'm still wild, still Tical
Still gritty style, foul,
crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a song a six street
Pocket full of chits
Too many
rappers be on John Gotti's dick
Now this is something that we don't rehearse
Put that rap
shit second, and hip-hop first
[Ja Rule]
Easy, ain't near niggas spitting like
me
Nor Murderers motherfuckin' INC
Niggas will pass me, look me in the face, ask
me
Are y'all really on the way or did somebody ask me
Ja the myth, ready hand me the fifth
let me explain
Your lil' man made me give him a lift
So you ridin' with gangstas
I'm
up to a whole lot of other shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas can't deal with
Try it
(hataz) you gonna get yours to knife
Lesson tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than
a little bit, hot shit
Ja Rule with Hot Nix I'm the best at that shit
So bitches explain
this
We ride dick so well, head game from hell
I love making them yell, my name
Rule
baby, And ain't shit gon' change, uh, uh
[Redman]
Yo Meth why don't you ask where
all the ladies at?
[Method Man]
Where all the ladies at?
All the ladies in the
house with the real hair
The clean underwear and she don't need welfare, make some
noise
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