(feat. Method Man, Redman)



[Method Man on a phone]

"Ayyo, this is Meth, a-k-a Johnny Blaze

Word up and this is second out the Drunken Master

Yeah, I'm fucked up right now- What?!"



[Drunken Master (Redman)]

"Ayyo, we gon' swing it to the Jersey side, you-know-what-I-mean?

Drunkenstyle '99, Drunken Master up in here ridin' for you and your's,

you-know-what-I'm-sayin'? I got my man Redman up in here

and he about to do his thing on the freestyle shit, word up"

("Ohhhhh, I'm in this thing like this")

"So Reggie Noble, get in and do your thing,

get in where you fit in

Set it off like thiiiiiis"

("Ohhhhh.")



[Redman]

I'ma start it like this: niggas ride dick

Come to the D-Town, shit sick

Slap a bitch across her face

Who 'dat comin' through? Erase the taste out 'cha mouth

then I hide out down South

Tell my Grandma I need a glock out

She be like, 'Son, what you on the run for?'

It's the Funk Doc comin' through wit' Resevoir

Dogs type of material- Veinarial

Disease, squeeze on these weak-ass M.C.'s

Why ya bitch sweatin' me, Rock The Bells,

I battle yo' ass 'til her feet is out like Chanels

And we could go on for days

Whose 'dat nigga runnin' like roaches, spray the Raid

Wit' my niggas in the D, rollin' up the Gands

Anybody wanna test Doc, put up ya hands

Pull out a nine, bust ya mind

When I click, my toungue click like synchronized nines

And I rob ya town and I get down

Pull out the four-pound, br-br-br-br-br-brown

Yes, y'all- Grab my balls

Y'all mothafuckas vacade your college dorm halls

and I stand still, kill at will

Whose that nigga peelin' back bananna peels, cocked back.

The dirty rat on the street

All you weak M.C.'s don't wanna test me, want beef?!

Yes, y'all- And I bring it on back

like O.D.B., Bring It On Back!



[Drunken Master]

Uh. Yo, yo.

Up in the sky, playa, who could it be?

Drunken Master, creepin' through the 3-1-3

My nigga Reggie Noble, yo, he got my back

We layin' niggas flat and blazin' up back-to-back

sacks and when I come through mashin' and dumpin',

niggas be like 'That's Dre The Drunken... ("Drunken Master")

...Master' 'Bout to blast you wit' the four-pound

Lay you down and escape through the Underground

Blurry like the fog, ridin' wit' my dog

Drunken Mast choke you out like L-A smog

Comin' though with that '99 freestyle

Me and Funk Doc mashin' down 7 Mile

Drunkenstyle '99, nigga- Hell yeah

Wha-wha-what?!



[Redman (Drunken Master)]

Drunkenstyle '99,

Drunken Master

Illin' comin' down and I fuck a bitch faster

Word is bond, no jokin'

Everything I be tokin' and smokin'

is out of this world and I take your

girl, rob her for her Shirling coat and dope

Never sniff coke but I'm broke

Got a little change in my pocket wit' a rope ("Where's it at?")

around my neck wit' a medallion hangin'

I'm on the bitch' big ass, twelve bangin'

like... I flip my styles like dyke

and rob a white boy for Bajha Bike

I'm trife and your wife like it

If you throw the football, I'ma spike it

down in your mouth and I pull the glock out

like... and that's hype

That type... 'll slap ya ass

Who 'dat, pull out the gun and clap ya ass?!

Just because I rap, I'm not a sucka

Grab the mic like Hulk Hogan, 'Well, ya know Brother?!'

What's this? Comin' down,

Funk Doc rob the ice off your wrist

and tell you, smell you

While I locked down, I'm crazy. Locked down in Bellview

That's in New York, M.C.'s feel me

Jersey representin', come hittin'

like you saw Tupac wit' two glocks

Pull out two guns and I bust it on two cops

and I ask who da best

If you don't like me, I put thirty-eight more slugs in your chest

Wit' my man Drunken Masta

Take over this town, run it out of sound

Give a fuck ("Shut it down")

And I start spittin' darts out the tongue, niggas duck!

Peace to my man Jigga-J,

my man DMX. What 'cha say?

My man Meth-Tical, Def jam style

If you don't like Doc...



[End is carried into "My City"]



...you can kiss my ass!

You can kiss my ass!

Yo, you can kiss my ass!

Yo, yo, yo- it don't stop

Yo, it don't quit