(feat. Redman)



[Redman]

My style is...milk of magnesia

Crush the five-speed and bust em'

The more the merrier, secure the area

My la familia is ultimate superior

We don't jack cars, we jack aircraft carriers

I bounce like trampolines when I be blowin' the fiends

The pieces, hem em' like sewing machines and Jesus

When the shadows of the barrel pointin' out my boy Camaro

I get punished like pharoahe for splittin'

You better off singin' Christmas carols for Christmas

Because I'm on point like bow and arrow equipment

The president of chickenhead conventions

I give you a deluxe Ku Klux lynchin'

I got a headache from the stress, success

Now wearin' a vest

5-11's from bein' dirty, courts at nine thirty

Pourin' the liquor down with my man Trace Lee

We gettin' down, rock from sea to sea

Back to Jersey with Sway and Tech

I put a hole in ya chest just to see who's next

Burn ya like able techs

And when I'm on the mic I got to grease

I'm nutty like professor

I make ya say Hercules, Hercules

Then jump with the 4-5 pump

Who's the brother that wanna run off the mouth and dump

I come through the West then I come through the East

Every time I spit off the lip it's like a chrome piece

45 lyrical degrees

I'm like Denise Williams, I'm givin' mags

Chill, chill...chill, chill