Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!
    [Verse One: Method Man]
    Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture
  closin down the sector supreme neck protector
  Bet I warm em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot
  about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
  but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard, be easy, its all in together
  going all not together it don't take much to please me
  Still homes Im never satisfied like the stones
  we don't condome bitin see them skull and crossbones
  protectin what Im writin don't clash with the Titan
  who blast with a license to kill rap preseitance
  C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home
  TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out
  get the shit the crackin, got you fiendin 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 closin 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 I'm gone.
    [Verse Two: Redman]
    I was gone too, but we roam, cellular phones
  Doc Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone
  don't condone spent bank loans on homegrown
  suckers break like turbo in ozone,
  when I, grab the broom
  moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark
  leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true)
  three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car
  right behind on the boss
  Haters don't touch, weigh us both up
  now my neighbor doped up
  got the cable hooked up. All channels
  lift my shirt all Mammal
  you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos.
  sawed of shotgun
  hand on the pump, sippin on a forty
  smokin on a blunt
  bust my gun off Red and Meth gettin jumped
  La la la la, la la la laaaaa
    yeah c'mon, Red and Meth gettin jumped
  La la la la, la la la laaaaaa
    [ Thanks gabby for correction ]