Method Man, Redman - America's Most

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Yo, welcome, uh, huh This is MC sharper image I'm standing here with my dog technology We are here to uplift your mind And upgrade your systems So, come on down everyone that wants to get some Plug in and boot and boot Yo, yo, I couldn't give a rat's ass I've come to eat grub and slap ass And show my whole entire black ass Y'all know the saying he who laughs last laughs loudest Bang the loudest, can't a coward do a thing 'bout it What the bum-ba claat like, "Aye carumba" Here's my name and number, let's 'La Rhumb' Doc, it makes me wonder; how many heads has Heather Hunter's How many different conclusions to come to And my sixteen bars Meth, hittin' too hard With a total disregard for your whole entourage Rap phenom, slap your ass, snap your thong to my theme song And hope you don't get clap upon Who that kid? As dirty as that Ol' Dirty Bastard Who that kid? That pack a tool belt and dirty ratchet Set your tape recorder, lock down your daughter Soon as I touch the rap game, out of order Do I get brollic? Gimme a car I'll show you how to flip mileage Gimme that mic, ill short it with a quick wattage Skip college for the big wallet The ape with a fire escape with the weight from a hit product My draft is cold like Miller beer When you hear it, you see more stars than tigger cheer The red nigga here, and it's out of control Something like when Ron Gold' went out with Nicole I'll bring it back to the streets where the crooks belong And if it ain't come back raw, you cooked it wrong Gangsta bomb, hold your nose At the show, I'll be shittin' out my mouth like my colon closed Me and Meth, 100 proof, in case y'all a biter And ovaries, feel these great ball of fire Doc, where the lighter, yo, I'm hemming them up Coffee grind them and put them in the vanilla dutch Believe that, the brothers in the house, now, be that Believe that, let's turn this mother out, now, be that Be back, this what it's all about, now, be that We not playin' (Yo, you know what I'm sayin', son, sayin') Believe that, the brothers in the house, now, be that Believe that, let's turn this mother out, now, be that Be back, this what it's all about now, be that Fuck with the Meth (Yo, you know what I'm sayin', son, sayin') I'm looking at you killers like you stole something, fuck ya life Trust my niggaz, sometimes, for I trust my wife Fuck it, I'm nice, y'all don't be rushing the mic With your guns in your left hands, not bustin' it right Ain't no, I in the team, ain't no eyen' my cream I'm a semi-auto, clean, rapid-fire machine Cocky, six foot three with knock knees Attract hood rats for blocks 'cause I got cheese Yo, dude I carry cheese but I don't flaunt it When the towel is thrown in, you know There's grown men that spoke on it, we both want it, the Trackmasters Puncturing holes in the beat when a vocal tone poke on it Barbaric, my caddie truck beyond average With the same size wheels that on a horse carriage Up in the air, spot my dudes Rollin' over shit like B. Rhymes on mountain dew Believe that, the brothers in the house, now, be that Believe that, let's turn this mother out, now, be that Be back, this what it's all about, now, be that We not playin' (Yo, you know what I'm sayin', son, sayin') Believe that, the brothers in the house, now, be that Believe that, let's turn this mother out, now, be that Be back, this what it's all about, now, be that Fuck with the Meth (Yo, you know what I'm sayin', son, sayin') Believe that, the brothers in the house, now be that Believe that, let's turn this mother out, now, be that Be back, this what it's all about now, be that We not playin' (Yo, you know what I'm sayin', son, sayin') Believe that, the brothers in the house, now, be that Believe that, let's turn this mother out, now, be that Be back, this what it's all about, now, be that Fuck with the Meth (Yo, you know what I'm sayin', son, sayin')