[Redman] *Party
  people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
  Get your ass up, and let's get ill
  That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluff
  And when it comes to rhymes... (Brick City)[Pos]Yo, don't
  scandalize mine
  I spent too much timeStraight talk with the catch to etch my line
  walk
  Never fetchin for crime, halt! Who goes there?[Dove]
  Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin Smokey the Bear
  Shinin black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare[Pos]
  While we rockin it, I'll rock in it (rock in it)
  Like the little ball inside the spray can
  Providing three coats for both child, woman and manChorus One:
  Redman
  God bless the God, lay these Streets Wall to WallIt go - oooh,
  oooh, oooh, oooh!
  Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click
  It went - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh![Pos]
  It ain't my fault your ass is on the ashphalt
  Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you
  see
  I'm iced out like a glass of tea
  Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me
  Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D
  Why try? Maseo be gettin high since Luke was Luke Skywalk'
  Man, my topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your game
  Like them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin is the past
  drug
  A life filled with (*TWEET*) that's what thugs love
  Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice
  while it muffles your voice[Dove]
  Now when I'm swimmin through the joint, I put the funk on hold
  Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up
  We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss
  Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss[Pos]
  Most crews are post-current while we're forever
  Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
  Graduated from the you-and-I-versityof hard-hitters, for
  realChorus Two: Redman
  I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine
  And get - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
  Yo, if you a fat chick gettin your fuck on tonight
  Then go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
  Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin our
  sound
  Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
  Yo, and to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin me down
  Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh![Dove]
  Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong
  I had plans to buy more land, plant corn
  Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks
  Set backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile
  Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeatBig money's make the big
  decisions
  Keep hip-hop alive, it's just an intermission
  Back to the second half of the feature flickDick stacks and fuck
  rap[Pos]
  I had a name for makin paper since paper mache
  Now my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play
  While you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker
  You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquorWent from
  God to God damn
  [Redman]Damn God, you're killin it
  Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in itRap cats talk with
  no will in it
  [Pos]Soundin like they virtualThis joint'll hurt you, yo[Dove]
  Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed
  (shhh shhh shh, shhhhh) They did a job
  Took all my goodies out from under the tree, except the CD's
  of shiny-suit rappers and flossin emceeswho fail at takin it to
  rhyme degrees
  [Pos]Man, you know no wack poems get no play in our homes
  You need to not get nappy with me
  Or else we gon' "relax your mind, let your conscious be free"
  
  Chorus Three: RedmanYo, where my Wall Street niggaz, if ya up in
  the stands
  Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
  To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man
  Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed
  
  Brick City go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
  Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke - oooh,
  oooh, oooh, oooh!