[Intro: Treach (Method Man)]
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And y'all thought it was over
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(Nah nah it ain't over 'til the fat bitch sings my nigga)
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We ready to Rock & Roll God damn it?
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(Fuck Yeah)
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Dirty Jers'/New Jerusaluem
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(Shaolin)
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Naughty by Nature motherfuckers
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(Wu-Tang my niggaz)
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Grab your hat bitch
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(C'mon!)
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[Hook: Method Man]
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Dum-dum-dum there they go [x4]
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[Treach]
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Gettin the realism, statin' the great prism
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Journalism, the Moses writin', graffitti on the state prison
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Hard to steal, last year, slash a pop hit
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Hate related, he's the closest that I lost since Pac (Tupac)
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Got the glock blown, ready to Rock & Roll
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Give me a shot that go up the most
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Cop the blow, nock us no
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Finger fuck the fair place, that's in the stairway
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Gut a motherfucker, gotta die to get airplay
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If I can't spray the airwaves, like a great AK
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You stay where you lay babe, "fuck you" is what I dare say
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Hatin' niggaz cuz it ain't passion for rappin' or axin'
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So sell extortion and jackin', what's happenin'?
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What's that? The clappin', they'rekidnappin' Sergeants and Captains
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I'll be mackin' and actin' like a nigga scratchin' for super passion
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(Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! C'mon!)
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[Chorus: Treach (Method Man)]
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Rotten and dazed cuz I may not be here tomorrow (eye-ee-eye, eye-ee-eye)
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World feel the sorrow, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
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Bullets in, barrels off, urban apparel
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Like I told you before, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
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Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}
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Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}
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Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}
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[Method Man]
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M.C.'s have the right to remain silent
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Everything you say can and will be held against y'all punk muh'fuckers
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And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya
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Me need ya? That'll be the.. day, ya bustas
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Son suffer, the consequences, for askin'
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Competition get an ass kickin' so tremendous
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I throw my draws in it
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Who representin' for The Projects tennants since Day One?
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Shit is gettin' deep out here, run your garments son
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Like niggaz when the police department come
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Yes y'all, Mef y'all, stank ass an' all
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I'm too off the hook it don't make no sense to call
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1-900-Eat-shit, I get get my cobra cock
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Might death blow, close your eye
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[Chorus]
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[Redman]
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Ready to Rock & Roll, I lock your load
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I blow the block some mo'
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Undercover like sellin' cops some blow
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Bring a pain killer, my name ring a bell
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Orangutang, I throw it up like gang members
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Crunk as fuck, walkin' in with the pump tucked
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Punks get it nigga, we even jump sluts
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How 'bout a dump truck sellin' 2 for 5
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I ride with tools I made out of school supplies
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I show you it's not serious for y'all
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Trouble, I got a phone on my wrist to call (bubble)
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You niggaz know when you pissed 'em off
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I turn gorilla with football equipment on
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Cla-cloaw-cla-cloaw, I'm 'bout to tap ya foul
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Danger, when the last Rotten Rascal out
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Hang up, phone calls ain't gon' happen now
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An' I'm straight facin', you niggaz can't ask around
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[Chorus x2]
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Rock & Roll
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| Naughty By Nature |
