[Redman]
 All the way to motherfuckin Georgia
 To Tennessee
 To motherfuckin Texas
 To North motherfuckin Carolina
 Yeah  South fuckin Carolina
 Yeah  deep down  gritty Alabama
 Funk for your funkin ass  nigga
 Ha ha  barefoot walkin motherfuckers

 [Erick Sermon]
 Yo  guess who's bout to stomp tonight?
 Three seniors  rockin the mic  catchin misdemeanors
 So charge us with what what-ever you feel
 Balls of Steel, clappin those with rap deals
 Fuck hot, I'm lukewarm and still perform like a champ
 battle bout, airing your ass out
 So who's dropping shit on what day? My click's the greatest
 Chill, or feel the effect of hi-atus
 Shit shuts down when the Squad's around
 It gets _Thinner_, it's hexed like white man from town
 Three the hard way can't be touched
 My style's too faraway, to capture, even with help from NASA
 I'm what they call, a living legend, sha-POW
 That's what they call, a Mac-11, sha-POW
 There's two on the way down, BLAOW BLAOW
 Here's two more, BLAOW BLAOW nigga!

 [Keith Murray]
 Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen)
 Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)
 Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)
 (Hah hah..) (Man listen)

 [Redman]
 Yo-yo-yo yo, yo yo!
 I got the Down South Funk when I clown out punk-ass
 police wanna call dogs and sound off pumps
 I short your Blaupunkts if you thump my tape
 Yo dial funk if you're mo' stiff than Riker's Isle bunks
 Get out your seat, E, spit out the beat
 The tracks plow underground concrete out the streets
 From baldies to fades, when I rock MC's wave
 more flags than Puerto Rican Day parade
 and give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends walkin
 barefooted off my rhyme don't dare cook it
 You might fall in to intervene
 And New Jacks and they girl become Pookie and that, PROM QUEEN
 That bodybag won't fit you tonight
 You wanna blow up? Drop the mic, stick to the pipe
 Hand to hand my crew'll cripple your click in a fight
 Take my tapes way Down South and triple the price
 Step up on the scene like whazzup? Hey sugah
 Before you cock-tease Doc, how that cash put up?
 And only way I stop til your click say when
 They had enough, cause I could bump to six A.M.

 [Keith Murray]
 Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen)
 Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)
 Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)
 (Yo, yo-yo) (Man listen)

 My life is a rap, each song is a flashback
 of antagonizing anxiety attacks
 The beat hits the ground and the earth cracks
 Niggaz be like, "OH NO NOT THEM!" Yeah we back
 With rhythmatic articulation, God-forsaken
 sick manifestations, PUMP PUMP in your face then
 the lyrical force that I put in a rhyme
 will hit you with more power than a molecule enzyme
 No matter who what when where how I'll lay you down
 with a sick illed out fictitious style
 Yo, we all represent the hood -- the only difference
 between us is that we make the shit look good!
 Programmable annual slammable
 You _Lyte as a Rock_ and _I Cram to Understand You_
 So for niggaz on a mission kissin ass and dissin
 We get even like an ambixdeterous, man listen

 Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen)
 Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)
 Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)
 (Man listen)

 Is y'all niggaz down to ride? (Man listen)
 Would you kill for your life? (Man listen)
 Can you get busy all night? (Man listen)
 (Man listen