Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!
 Verse One: Method Man
 Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture
 closin down the sectar supreme neck protector
 Bet I won 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, is all in together
 going all not together it don't take much to please me
 Still homes are never satisfy like the stones
 we don't condome bitin in the sellin crossbones
 protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan
 who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence
 C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home
 TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out
 got the shit the crackin got you fienin 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 going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones
 Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone
 don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown
 suckers break like Turbo
 in no zone, 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
 puffin on a blunt
 bust my gun and 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