[Intro: Method (Redman)]
Deeper than Atlantis (yeah)
I pray like a prayin mantis (yeah)

it's all day (yeah!)
Doc and Meth ^!$$% (Red and Meth's in
the mother$#&@in buildin yo)

Brick City, yeah! Staten Island, yeah!
Let's go (oh, yup! Let's go, yo)


[Chorus: Redman]
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block
And my sound's so loud it'll make a ^!$$% STOP

He recognize who remains on top
Let a mother$#&@er know, you never heard this befo'
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block

And my sound's so loud it'll make a (*##$ STOP
She recognize who remains on top
Let a mother$#&@er know, you never heard this befo'


[Redman]
Y'all already know ^!$$%...

Yo, it's Funk Doc, my style never change
Boy I think I still got it, like Eddie Cane
Cause, nights like this, I bring the pain

Introducin 11th member of Wu-Tang, Liu Kang
Doc's spittin, fire out the palms
Sign the check and, me and the world get it on

If rap fail, you can bet I'm doin !@$^
My Mobb is Deep, we know how to ride in the (Storm)
I'm like Vince Vaughn, I keep it (Old School)

For the family I go to war like two-twos
Throw it on YouTube, tell 'em I'm ready
Biggie said he got room for me when I'm ready

Fast lane livin, Mario Andretti
Greasy lookin like them characters in "Belly"
Close your eardrums, this a recordin

don't be unaware like the mayor of New Orleans, ^!$$%!

[Chorus]


[Method Man]
These ^!$$%z, wanna be Biggie, ^!$$%z wanna be Tupac

The only problem ^!$$%z is you not - look
I got this two-shot dillinger, one shot for killin ya
If you ain't la familia ^!$$%, I'm not feelin ya

Tsst, hot; wheelie the block, watch the billin
We are hip-hop, real and you not, lock the buildin
Got them Ziplocks, ounces of weed, countin some G's

up in this (*##$ spot, a ^!$$% like
me, I don't do tight tees
or flip-flops, been a goon since the womb

And my dad had that herringbone chain with the spoons
Check the wristwatch - deposit the guns
ain't hard to tell that he a big

shot - don't plot on my ones
I carry the (Faith) like Big 'Pac ? I carry the weight
See y'all don't get too carried away,

and pay me what my salary say
Ha, Meth Doc, gettin that guap
$#&@ your feelings, this is hard rock, stirrin the pot

Watch me get 'em with this, hah

[Chorus w/ Redman ad libs]


[Redman]
Yeah, aiyyo, get that rap game on lock, NOTHIN

Rhymes like ours need E on production
Lil' kids listenin, we might corrupt 'em
(Public Enemy), Chuck D can't trust 'em

Name ain't Justin, but I rock (Timberlands)
Doctor, right, with the penicillin in
Get it? New Jersey Drive like midget

Ask five-oh and Dee-Bo how I whip it
Yo Meth, can you kick it?


[Method Man] Yes I can
And the (Kid) stay (Frost) like a Mexican
what's good vatos? Crops and candy cane, I got those
357's and three dice, I shot those
Every rapper talkin 'bout he hot, he not though

Hate to bust bubbles but that's
what ^!$$%z get popped fo'
Look - I got my glove, bat and ball
Catch me pitchin in the trap slingin drug raps and all Let's go!


[Chorus]

[Redman] Ha ha!