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