[Redman]
Man he must of bumped his motherf**ing head or something
Yo
Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at
Y'all amateurs act like hoes affendin us
We're special eders go on tours on banana bus
D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks
Chicken shotty, that a** make me lie to my b**h
Word to god doc throw more lines then fishin rod
No stars, we're supergod non recouperb-alls (yo)
bu*tons is pressed to remove the press
Press a bullsh**, my index press a full clip (YO)
Set up cones when I'm firing chrom
I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
Hot to d**h, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by on the baja
Snatch the cartier watch I
Boucnce laughing off like clue "HAHA"
Doc is like poppy, supplying you gram
So breaka breaka while I turn it to the Shoalin Man
[Method Man]
Foreva underground
n***a duck the mic when we come around
Control hammer like the mighty Thor
Bringin thunda down
Now you're in store for predator
Like refugees I come to settle score
Half-baked metaphor, that taste even better raw
Hardcore holy war
Hits from the resevoir, southpaw saboteur
Land sharks get they chin checked when I jabba jaw
Time to walk my labrodor
Livin out my dreams, at the same time shatter yours
Code red fill 'em full of lead
Greatful Dead live from Hempstead
Tiger Kung Fu know the ledge
Check the full fledged knucklehead
Clam bread, livin on the edge used to be the best
Jack Frost sniffin at your nose, get your Sudafed
Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red official budda head
Off track like O.T.B., I'm too black
I'm like Zoro, I mark a Wu, sign your back, motherf**a
Chorus:
(It ain't even a question) This side n***as too hardcore
(It ain't even a question) That side n***as too hardcore
(It ain't even a question) In the middle n***as too hardcore
So what cha, what cha, what cha, want (What cha want?)
(It ain't even a question) Def Squad n***as too hardcore
(It ain't even a question) Wu Tang n***as too hardcore
(It ain't even a question) Def Jam n***a too hardcore
(Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up) So what cha, what cha, what cha, want?
[Redman]
Yo stomp wit the big dogs
Sick dog lurkin (Roof Roof)
Doc bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains
Denver Bronco fan, Glock squirtin
Brick city, stering wheel hurtin
Prepare y'all fast car for lane mergin
Hasta manana, y'all crash like Diana co*k block into gramma
Got co*k in Atlanta, rockin P.P.P. Bandanas
While we f** 'em on camera
It's too late to plant bate for my click to fall
We dodge b**bie-traps and pitfalls and thick fog
When I tee, LA ride, "It's y'alls"
Website couldnn't find a site wit macintosh
On John Walsh
America's Most, aim for spots to put more in a terrier coat
[Method Man]
Uh huh, we speak for the unheard
Caught in the matrix
Sound from the subbasement, "Spread the word"
Like uncureables from dirty bird, beyond basic
John Woo these fake n***as, give 'em replacements
The thrilla of park hilla
Bubonic plague any M.C., that swear he illa
Inject the dufus wit the lupus
Yukmouth rhymes that leave him toothless
My filled fly and filled groupless
Observe the record, livin out my name, rep it
Study man and all his methods
And through his ethic, learn to expect the unexpected
One step ahead I, return like Jedi
Three hours behind your punk a**, catchin a red eye
First cla** but cooler than coach, murder he wrote
On the wall of the bathroom stalls sh**tin these quotes
"f** you all"
Scaredy cat kid, duckin these dogs
You don't like us, then we don't like y'all. Lick The Balls!
Be easy, speak easy
This one be off the heazzzaaaayyy
Like my pubic hair, black and greazzzzzaaayyyy
Chorus
(It ain't even a question) x5
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