[Redman]
RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on
Ring the bell so it's time to eat

Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats
Bomb isdide the palm
Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin my wife $$# iron dawn

The font of my appartment built like the Klumps
To carry it I take the spear out the trunk
I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days

That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise
Blast! Don't panic
Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed?

Hell nah! I won't tell you son
If I find a wack ID I sell you one
Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah

My lecture's like Hannibal Lecture's
Where's the ketchup?
Don't speak on it, shut ya trap

I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks
Ah woo, Doc in my own zone
You say you got the rapgames on, but it's all wrong

I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softy-truck
Then pull a Mack out a box and smoke hoes
Yeah, ya little $#&@s

Gimme ya $#&@ing money!

[*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*]


[Method Man]
Uhuh, check it

I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on
Playing with a dynamitestick, where did I go wrong?
Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp

If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn
Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's
By arid actions try MC's to get their roll on

First issue got issues
What is hiphop to Hot Nickles
It's like Funk Docter's snot tissues, word

Look at my hand and get the third
Finger out ya earhole like: $#&@ what you hear
Now that's what I call harcore, let's act fool

Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool
I been %#@!ty, I'm from the veils of the city
And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty

Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to breathe
In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese
Ain't no rules to the game, if it hit we ain't planned

In your business like EPMD So What You Sayin'
You codesignin that bull%#@! yo man tryin
Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!!

Slugs flyin

[*Shout-outs from Raekwon, Ghostface and Inspectah Deck*]


[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, ya

Check, the code echos from magazines to the big screen
Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream
Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban

Roll upon me thirstin like: Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant
We roll longer than dice in a casino
Silo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0

Behind the tinted windows I lay low
On some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0
But now I get wild similar to Ol' Dirty

On third time fellon just hit with over 30
No worries, style have em so thirsty
First degree heats are quittin on me

Cold turkey, no mercy
I bring the pain of a hundred migraines
But a thousand shoutin my name that's why I came

But first bring the cashburst, then the outburst
My surroundsound pound ya ear like ... curse
I flex muslce outside I find a next hustle

Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle
Even the best buckle win
I take it to the exteme
It gets ugly, but it's what a ^!$$% do to get cream
This life


[*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*]