(feat. Rock (Heltah Skeltah))



[Chorus One x2: Redman, {Rock}]



Aiyyo there's {there's} no {no} chance in hell

{No chance in hell}

you gonna take what's mine, you're just too frail

Aiyyo there's {there's} no {no} chance in hell

{No chance in hell}

you gonna take what's mine, you're just too frail



[Redman]

Are you ready for war?  Then bring it on

and I Kraftmatic like a stripper;

when it's out you throw your cash at it

Hope I don't rat-tat-it from the hash and grass addict

I spit and mad rap-it like I took a bad package

You pay tolls to the drummer, I EZ-Pass at it

But when it's time I bad habit, let the Mac at it

You don't want what we got in store

Keep your mother-in-law indoor when we walk outdoor

Dem four paws on my Benz what you shoppin for

You looked at your rims was like,

"What I cop them for?"

Cause I'ma Brick City native, spit nice like Jada'

Sheik style invades ya private property and lay ya

down for the count, so I'm round in the mouth

You say they town in the house, so I'm drownin em out

That's like seein(?) Atlantic Ocean in a frantic motion

When I write my hand is open, other one is catipultin

onto white sheets we fight to the white meat

Spillin on your 325 icey, wifey

I ain't sayin I'll do it, I got [niggaz] that will

I go to the Benz dealer, test drive it and peal

{ERRRR!} I be leaked out like (?? ??) pad of em

with ghetto chickens that can stash 30 bags of em

I'm at the club with Boot Camp ready to bag somethin

to take yo' [shit] like yo' punk-ass never had nuttin



[Chorus Two x2: Redman, {Rock}]



Aiyyo there's {there's} no {no} chance in hell

{No chance in hell}

you gonna take what's mine, you're just too frail

{You can't beat me} you ain't got no chance in hell

{You can't see me} you ain't got no chance in hell



[Rock]

Everytime, befo' I catch you, and make you pay

Everyone here works for me, I have em break two legs

two arms, and - two of your ribs for mistakes you made

The [nigga] that you hate that hate'll make you hate yo' fate

Don't ever utter-or-mutter a word soundin like a threat

You see that slew of bruisy dudes, guess who writes them checks?

ME, B-U, double-M, double-E, Jab

Bummee Jiddab, my soldiers play the back

Magnum Force Corporation - family bidness is what you facin

We like immigration - we send you back to where you came from

I display the, real meanin of danger with a rusty gemstar banger

or I have your baby momma flame ya

I got away with, [shit] that'll get you life

But I only got one felony - I COULD STICK YOU TWICE

From Brick City to Brownsville do you [niggaz] think it's on

like many a gambler's bankroll, you'll soon be gone



[Chorus Two]



[various samples and scratches]



[Chorus Two]



[Redman]

Aiyyo (aiyyo) aiyyo (aiyyo) there's.