(Def Squad) (hoody-hoo!)

Yo, you know what it is (L.O.D.)

You know what it is (hoody-hoo!)

Yo, you ain't nobody, body, body





Who the fuck, am I, fuel to the fire

You washed up niggaz should be thrown in the dryer

And in due time I'll pull your cover

And then you'll suffer, you foul motherfucker

You baldheaded sucker, your body full of blubber

You only got here 'cause moms popped the rubber

I got your number, and I don't care who you get

My click is sick, y'all can all lay under

And nigga you old, I don't wanna go

To a all-time low with your kids screamin' (NO!)

You a liar, you're stingy and phony too

That's why your people in your own hood hate you

And niggaz try to comb out my wig

I split 'em wide, it's all outdoors like zig-zag-zig

To whom it may be concernin', the crew is Def Squad

And I'm the Green Eyed Bandit, Erick Sermon





You know what it is (Def Squad)

You know what it is (hoody-hoo!)

Yo, you ain't nobody, body, body

You know what it is (L.O.D.)

You know what it is (hoody-hoo!)

Yo, you ain't nobody, body, body





And I just love when a nigga try to pop that shit

I dare a nigga ever try to challenge my intelligence

Your flow is irrelevant, I'm fresh, that's evident

My 360's sick, I call 'em Seabiscuit's

Check his vocabulary, listen to his flow

He sayin' things that I said seven years ago

And it ain't about how many niggaz you got

It's about who drove first and who get popped

I'm a chip off the old block, hip off the old hop

Clip out the gold glock, pimp out the whole spot

Sell out the whole stock - stop sleepin' on me

Motherfuckers, wake up, last stop

And I don't play games, y'all dudes is Tetris

I'll kill MC's over Instant Message

I got it, I'll front it, you want it, come and get it

You know I don't care, I'm with it, 'cause I live it





You know what it is (Def Squad)

You know what it is (hoody-hoo!)

Yo, you ain't nobody, body, body

You know what it is (Gilla House)

You know what it is (hoody-hoo!)

Yo, you ain't nobody, body, body





Yo, I'll rock backyard to backyard

A fat broad to the snack bar

I'll shut down another rap star

My arm like Terry Bradshaw

Out in Cali they jungle talk like Madagascar

Redman raw, still here nigga

More Fresh than the Prince in Bel-Air nigga

Like O.D.B. I take welfare nigga

Rob the mailman, shit, hell yeah nigga

The strong move silent, laws to adopt to

But in Brick City, the silent get shot too

You gonna stop who? It's Redman

I plan to stick around like a Spiderman costume

L.O.D., somebody woke the ape up

So I'm a ride for 2 Tek and A-Plus

Def Squad niggaz whoop yo' ass

Fuck a punchline, my shit is hook and jab

Bitch!





You know what it is (Def Squad)

You know what it is (hoody-hoo!)

Yo, you ain't nobody, body, body

You know what it is (L.O.D.)

You know what it is (hoody-hoo!)

Yo, you ain't nobody, body, body

You know what it is (Gilla House)

You know what it is (hoody-hoo!)

Yo, you ain't nobody, body, body

You know what it is (Def Squad)

You know what it is (hoody-hoo!)

Yo, you ain't nobody, body, body