(feat. Ready Roc, Streetlife)
[Redman]

Yo, I hit the 'freeway' after I 'rock the mic'

Light up like Showtime when they about to fight

How bout dat, boy, when that truck ride 38's

Your middle finger up at the light, I'm nice

Doc ride or die, I bubble up when the pouring peroxide

It's dirty, lookie here

Still sharp like I'm back in school

It's like Wonder Blade, cut a nigga smooth

Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo, who let the dog loose?

Whips and chains, I don't wanna argue

The big whale that's writing fishscale

Like me, better believe, I'm too hard to harpoon

My goons, think like Chris Wallace

'Give me the loot' and I don't wanna talk about it

When my niggas 'get 'em', that's when I

Crush the building, how about that?



[Chorus: Ready Roc (Redman) {Streetlife} ]

Look at my shoes, how about that, nigga?

(My car, how about that, nigga?)

{Getting money, how about that, nigga?}



Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey



[Ready Roc]

How about it, any nigga realer than me? I doubt it

Catch Ready hop out of v, low mileage

You see the way I play with money, I'm so childish

And, so stylish, looking like Gucci my sponsor

Kicks crazy, jewelry is bonkers

Whether in the club or you see me in concert

I go hard, who created a monster?

Me, Gilla be the click that I ride with

Talk slick, get flipped like a Sidekick

You wonder why your bitch is on my dick

Cuz the boy flow doper than five bricks

The MC wishing I simply

Be remembered like Big Pun, Biggie or Pimp C

And when my niggas say 'get 'em', that's when I

Blocka blocka, how about that, nigga?



[Chorus: Streetlife (Ready Roc) {Method Man} ]

Look at my house, how about that, nigga?

(Sour dies', how about that, nigga?

{Big paper, how about that, nigga?}



Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey



[Streetlife]

How bout that, ten years plus in the rap game

And still getting cream like a fat cat

Plus, I'm grossing money off of ASCAP

Plus, my publishing, yea I owns that

First of all, my royalty come quarterly

My hoes, my niggas, all move accordingly

Streetlife, I'm so international

My foreign exchange, but always in the capitol

Straight cash advances, while you be calling

Your label all day, hoping someone answers

I flow with no auto-tone, just me and my bitch

My blunt, my beat, my microphone

I shine with no jewelry on, another star is born

Watch me perform, beyond the norm

And when my niggas 'get 'em', that's when I

Brr stick 'em, haha, stick 'em, how about that, nigga?



[Chorus: Method Man (Streetlife) {Redman} ]

Fuck what it cost, how about that, nigga?

(I'm a boss, how about that, nigga?)

{Straight pimping, how about that, nigga?}



Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey



[Method Man]

Pimp game, soak it up, you dig?

Hope your haters want beef, cuz I don't touch the pig

How about that, boy, I'm a G, ain't another MC

Or pedophile that can touch the kid, I do it big

Like Chris Wallace, big bank, big wallet

Got a flow that go straight to the pros, forget college

I still got it, if I got an issue, I flow the pistol

And I'm offical, just like them niggas that low the whistle

Word, man, I shoot to kill 'em, you heard?

If you nasty, I shoot 'em with penicilen, you heard?

I'm like Cali, so carry, when I'm flipping the words

Flip the script on your bitch ass while I'm flipping the bird

Meth sick with the pen, stick a few in your men

Then again, stick with my pen through the thick and the thin

Look, when my niggas 'get 'em', I send 'em to hell

And ride with 'em, how about that, nigga?



[Chorus: Redman (Method Man) {Ready Roc} ]

Look at my crew, how about that, nigga?

(Gun bigger than you, how abotu that, nigga?

{Pop bottles, how about that, nigga?}



Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey