The ? ft. Redman

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Man, he must've bumped his motherfuckin' head or somethin' Yo Yo Yo, MC's out there, you better stand clear It's Funk Doc (M-E-F), on the world premiere From New Jerz, straight talk, America's best Cold wildin' Staten Island is where I rest Yo, yo, y'all amateurs act like hoes offendin' us We're special ed-ers doin' tours on banana bus D-O, same M-O, drive through Bricks Chicken shotty, the ass make me lie to my bitch Word to God, Doc throw more lines than fishing rods No stars, we're super gods, non-recoupable, yo Buttons is pressed to remove the press Pressin' bullshit, my index press a full clip (Yow) Set up cones when I'm firin' chrome I'm hittin' ladies to old men in retirement homes Dial 9-1-1, run and gun in the street dungeon Earth, moons and stars checkin' out what the sun done Suspects change clothes Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my Range Rov' Hot to death, cops is vexed I push a buck sixty if they try to block the Lex Drive by on a baja, snatch the Cartier watch, I Bounce laughin' off like Clue (Aha) Doc is like Poppi, supplyin' you grams So breaka-breaka while I turn it to the Shaolin man Forever underground, nigga, duck the mic when we come around Control hammer like the Mighty Thor, bringin' thunder down Now you're in store for predator Like refugees, I come to settle score Half-baked metaphor that taste even better raw Hardcore holy war, hits from the reservoir Southpaw saboteur Landsharks get they chin checked when I jabbajaw Time to walk my labrador Livin' out my dreams at the same time shatter yours Code red, fill 'em full of lead Grateful Dead, live from Hempstead Tiger kung fu, know the ledge Check the full-fledged knucklehead Clam bread, livin' on the edge, used to pee the bed Jack Frost nippin' at your nose, get your Sudafed Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red, official budda head Off track like OTB, I'm too black I'm like Zorro, I mark a Wu sign on your back, motherfucker (It ain't even a question) This side niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question) That side niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question) In the middle, niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question) So what you What you, what you want? What you want? (It ain't even a question) Def Squad niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question) Wu-Tang niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question) Def Jam niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question) So what you, what you, what you want? Yo, stomp with the big dog, sick dog lurkin' Doc Bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains Denver Bronco fan, Glock squirtin' Brick City, steerin' wheel hurtin' Prepare y'all fast car for lane mergin' Hasta mañana, y'all crash like Diana Cock block in the Grandma, got cock in Atlanta Rockin' P.P.P. bandanas while we fuck 'em on camera It's too late to plant bait for my clique to fall We dodge booby traps and pitfalls and thick fog When I tee, L.A. ride (It's yours) Websites couldn't find the Force with Macintosh Or John Walsh, America's most Aim for spots that put more than a tear in your coat Uh-huh, we speak for the unheard, caught in the Matrix Sound from the subbasement, spread the word Like incurables from dirty birds, beyond basic John Woo these fake niggas, give 'em replacements The thriller from Park Hilla Bubonic plague any MC that swear he iller Inject the doofus with the lupus Yukmouth rhyme that leave 'em toothless I'm Phil Fly and Phil Fruitless, observe the record Livin' out my name, rep it Study man and all his methods And through that effort, learn to expect the unexpected One step ahead, I return like Jedi Three hours behind your punk ass, catchin' a red-eye First class, but cooler than coach, murder he wrote On the wall in the bathroom stall, shittin' these quotes Fuck you all, scaredy-cat kid, duckin' these dogs You don't like us, then we don't like y'all, lick the balls Be easy, speak easy This one be off the heezy like my pubic hair from Lang and Peezy (It ain't even a question) This side niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question) That side niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question) In the middle, niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question) So what you What you, what you want? What you want? (It ain't even a question) Def Squad niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question) Wu-Tang niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question) Def Jam niggas too hardcore (It ain't even a question) So what you, what you, what you want? It ain't even a question It ain't even a question (Too hardcore) It ain't even a question It ain't even a question (So what you What you, what you want? What you want?) It ain't even a question Caution, warning, overload System overload All systems ready Enter voice authorization sample