[Intro: Redman]

Yessir, Red and Meth in the muthafucking building, nigga

Yeah... yeah.. ya'll already know the muthafucking business, nigga

Agh, let's go, yo check it



[Redman]

Yo, you can, find me up inside a whore

Making her legs go up like Ferrari doors

Gilla House get 'Chips A'Hoy', don't sniff the boy

But I'm naughty like Tommy Boy

Go back like Atari cords, still here, shit

Superman ended up in a wheelchair

I'm fresh like Bel-Air, I paid my dues

And you trying to be cool up in Sunday school

Can't move when I flow, bet a nigga gonna copy

Take it home, study it, then he gon' profit

In the rap game, every nigga gonna gossip

Even Herbie Hancock know Red rock it

Yo, Red, stop it, time is up

Only nigga that's fly on the rhyme is us

Cuz, no one can stop me

Da-da-na, da-da-na, like Rocky



[Chorus 2X: Redman (Method Man) {The Notorious B.I.G. sample}]

Aiyo, this how it sound when them boys underground

Nigga, check our style, we some {Dangerous M.C.'s}

(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em, forgot 'em)

(Game over, forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em) {Dangerous MC's}



[Method Man]

Yo, back when chef mami used to sell plates, we used to sell base

I learned to wipe my nose and wipe the prints off the shell case

Don't want no jail case, freedom miles standing at hell's gate

It's hot, and the devil's my cell mate

The game's addictive, I can't stop, it's like I'm chasing that first high

Like Betty Crocker baking that first pie

The beef we serving is stir fried, swerving all through your urban

Hurting, every gate and corner, you working, I'm

The bottom line, the school of hard knocks turn into Columbine

And my set is throwing up dollar signs

Some get gwop, some get pop, me?

I got a ziplock of bubble gum, just for selling Chris Rock

Nobody move, nobody shot, Meth, I'm in the body shop

Where you rummy, rolling your body drops

I'm trynna stand on my own two, get signed to a major

Be a franchise player and get my own shoe



[Chorus 2X]