Rob Lewis - Tha Product lyrics

[Hook: U-Neek and Nine] Now I got the product to keep ya a** open I got the product to keep ya a** smokin I got the product two for ten Buy a dime, unwind, let the ruckus begin [Verse 1: U-Neek] A Red Doctor Spock, make your blood drip-drop I'm down for hip-hop, stunts blunts and makin big knots All I need to proceed with words Is the chronic smoke from a little bit that herb And that's my word, I slam it, now you "Scream" like Janet And Michael, the Bounce Squad psycho Built like Tyco, Tonka, I gots to conquer More chocolate than Willy Wonka, how you want it? [Verse 2: Nine] I'm all about microphones and money, hip-hop and stayin high Everything else is a alibi Robbin for Z, Zig-Zag-Zig, I'm the nig behind the trig' Bustin down the crap my n***as love to clap (buck!) In the back put yo' knots in yo' socks Paid like Goldilocks, throwin rocks on yo' blocks X marks the spot, loud as a gunshot To be or not to be, I stay free like a maxi Bloody to the third degree, here ye, here ye! [Verse 3: U-Neek] (?) now it's (?) that you don't know my steelo (?) Discretion is advised, red eye from the buddha My sharpshooter hit the prosecutor now I'm through done Swords be like juice with the trey-deuce stashin My style's on trial cause I'm into MC, bashin In a sick fashion, I go overboard Evidence - bloody microphone cords [Hook] - Nine and U-Neek reverse [Verse 4: Nine] I crack a Heine' and flip; my lyrics ain't bu*ter they Miracle Whip I'm on some other sh** I spit, lyrics like a flamethrower, rollin in a Range Rover Smackin Casanovas, with my nine-leaf clover You're over and done, stick a fork in 'em I'm the ninth deadly venom, stick 'em and hem 'em Make 'em blue like denim - n***as screamin, "Mercy" like Percy I mean Perry, Mason I cut 'em up like Jason You got no idea who you facin! [Verse 5: U-Neek] Now I'm pushin ninety-five down 95 in a '95 850, Timberlands sh**ty New York City, biddie clockin paint Part time rockin tank - I'm in the mix! My female dress down quick and slick This rap sh** is cool but I still flip a brick Tote a pound out of town on the Greyhound Back to the Boogie Down, then rock a rhyme with Nine [Verse 6: Nine] I got my eye on the pocket and I'm gonna sink it I'm feelin lucky like I'm hittin Salt and Jada Pinkett I'm erasin your name, off the list of lyricists While U-Neek blows you up like a**ists You can't get with this, not even a little bit Black man and black woman, sun and moon, no bullsh** She hits you like this, I hit you like that She hits you with a razor I hit you with a bat Now you flat on yo' back, whack as ever Talkin that same ol' "hold up - wait a minute" nonsense The Heineken you meets is the Guinness, it's all good I'm Robin Hood - steal from the rich and keep it We got the best product in town, peep it [Hook] - repeat 2X