Y.O.U. - Method Man & Redman

Ha ha ha, tokin' on my indo, smokin' on a indo Lookin' through your window Doin' what I win doe, ha ha, ha it goes Who that tokin' on my indo? Fragile niggaz get mashed out, who dat? The Funk D O C Spock hash mouth rhymer The Prime Timer, sharper than barber shop liners Look at my chin, ninety degree bent When I spit I make devils come out east St. Loren I spend so much money on chalk and the indo My weed supplier need to build a drive through window My form of art rock, jewels with Clarks When my bass sparks for fiends it disturbs the NARC's Freak pattern after pattern to leave Angeles Los The roughest rapper a DJ needle came across Knock it in your hummer; if it's too hot dial 9-1-1 Off on you like I know what you did last summer Your dog is my dog, we dogs when it's thug time When the fuckin' hoes keep that drow in your bloodline Yo, I send this to all my, dog To my real niggaz that are true, dog Niggaz who will bust guns for they, dog Niggaz who will spit ones for they, dog Niggaz who be rollin' deep with they, dog Niggaz who blaze blunts with they, dog Niggaz who would do time for they, dog Niggaz who would diss a bitch for they, dog Yo, I'm a dog I piss on the wall in airport bathroom stalls Grab the intercom and yell, fuck you in the mall I drop it with the holocaust force, I got balls I get my pants fitted twelve inches bigger than y'all I went to college, rockin' tie one below outfits Dropped out, but stuck my friends for college deposits Nigga, get a country nigga gun bustin' Like they saw Tu Pac with two glocks still thuggin' Fuckin' with a dog like me, I call your name out While you pussy niggaz call ID, when I blaze You step life your wife got a baby on the way The way I flex son you think I'm made out of clay I'm ill in, my lyrics on the blocks make the killings I string your moms out until diapers take to chillin' I don't like to toot my own horn but I'm the shit And if you hearin' me I see you paid that twelve cent So peace to homey Short dog Peace to that funky nigga Snoop dog Peace to that old nigga Dirt dog Pour some beer out on the curb for your dead dog You can call a female a dog too, true You can feed they stinkin' ass u-canu-bu, dog They fuck your enemies and bring the beef to you You got me, I left a couple in your Fubu A real raw dog never get jealous They keep they shit cocked if niggaz try to dead 'em So ask face, keep your mind on your money I keep the stinkin' ass hoes doin' laundry dog 'Cause I'm a dog Dog Dog Dog Dog

Bricki-di-roaw Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolo's Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44's Loadin' it up, packin' it back, ready to splash for real Spit flows out the gail, God tried to bail It's hectic, 45-6 gimme ya grips That's more dollars in them thongs in them go-go chicks Bitch I'm drunk, pumpin' slugs out of canon Shot ya after-party down with Meth and Red in Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, NO JOKE And when I hit the pussy call me Daddy Long Strope Oh Ana, I'm hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta Banana--Split, HOT TWO SPIT! OOH SHIT Spickin' ya rippin' ya for all ya funds I wet ya like a 141 watergunz Cocky like Rocky, got ya scared to death So hold on ya bitches, 'cause here come RED-METH Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a Rememba this? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba this? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Okay the 'hey hey' baby, me and Doc about to blow My Saturday night's so special and they pointin' at yo nose Aiyyo, save the speculations and the rumours Comin' sooner then you think I knock a phat bitch outta blumors Givin' tumors, hardcore, givin' it to 'em raw Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I jabberjaw One-two, no ending or beginning to my cypher I'm winning, tell the news like Peter jennings Depending on any givin' day I'm representin' The struggle, my great grand who lived thru the lynchin' Oh yes ya'll, if you got the weed, who got the blunts? Take a guess ya'll, Kool-Aid bustin' thru the wall Mr.Meth ya'll, HAH-CHU! Comment allez-vous I used to hawk chickens, now I'm maxin' with Badu I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton I'm swingin' a track from Staten, 'cause that is where I'm from Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a Rememba this? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba this? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a Rememba this? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba this? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba ths? Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka

Oh my God, oh my God Aaaaauw (Boom), Uh, yeah Microphone checka, swingin' sword lecture Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector Better warn them kid, Mr. Meth's a boiling pot About to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV For cheesy, too many wanna be hard be easy It's all n'together, going all out together It don't take much to please me Still homes I'm never satisfy like the Stones We don't condone bitin' see them selling crossbones Protecting what I'm writing Don't clash with the Titan who blast with a license To kill rap reciting Come on, in the zone with ya nigga from the group home Tical, fuck your lifestyle Put your lights out Get the shit to crackin' got you feelin' with your pipes out Time for some action, surfin' the avenue Mad at you, where I used to battle crews Back when Antoinette had that attitude Cover me I'm going in, walls closing in Got us bustin' off these pistols My niggas got issues, again, same song Armed with the mega bomb Blow you out the frame and then I'm gone Yo, I was going too but we roam, cellular phones Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones Don't condone, spit bank loans and homegrown Suckers break like turbo in no ozone When I, grab the broom Moon-walk platoon hawk my goons bark Leave you in a Blue Lagoon lost, true V9's and a glove with Nasu he dyin' in the car While we behind on the bars Haters don't touch Weigh us both up Now my neighbor doped up Got the cable hooked up, all channels Lift my shirt up, all mammal You ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos Sawed off shotgun Hand on the pump, sippin' on a forty Yo smokin' on a blunt Bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin' jumped La, la, la, la La, la, la, la Yeah come on, Red and Meth gettin' jumped La, la, la, la La, la, la, la