Method Man & Redman - Neva Herd Dis B 4
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[Intro: Method Man (Redman)]
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Deeper than Atlantis, I pray like a praying mantis
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It's all day (yeah) Doc & Meth, nigga
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(Red & Meth in the muthafucking building) Brick City
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Staten Island (yeah) Let's go (yeah yeah)
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[Chorus 2X: Redman]
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Yeah, I'm coming down your block
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And my sound so loud it'll make a nigga/bitch stop
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He/she recognize who remains on top
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Let a muthafucka know, you never heard this before
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[Redman]
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Yo, it's Funk Doc, my style never change
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Before I think, I still got it, like Eddie Kane
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Cuz nights like this, I bring the pain
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Introducing the 11th member of Wu-Tang
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Liu Kang, Doc spittin', fire out the palms
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Sign the check then me and the world get it on
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If rap fail, you can bet I'm doing porn
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My 'mobb' is 'deep', we know how to rise in the 'storm'
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I'm like Vince Vaughn, I keep it 'old school'
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For the family, I go to war like two-two's
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Throw it on YouTube, tell 'em I'm ready
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Biggie said he got room for me, when I'm ready
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Fast lane living, Mario Andretti
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Greasy looking them characters in Belly
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Close your eardrums, this a recording
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Don't be unaware like the mayor of New Orleans, nigga
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Method Man]
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These niggas wanna be Biggie, niggas wanna be 2Pac
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The only problem, niggas, is you not
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Look, I got this two shot dillinger, one shot to killing ya
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If you ain't la familia, nigga, I'm not feeling ya
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Hot, wheelie the block, watch the villain
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We are hip hop, real and you not, lock the building
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Got them ziplocks, ounces of weed, counting some G's
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Up in this bitch spot, a nigga like me
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I don't do tight tees or flip flops
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Been a goon since the womb
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And my dad had that heroin bone chain with the spoon
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Check the wrist watch, the size of the guns
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Ain't hard to tell that he a big shot
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Don't plot on my ones, I carry the faith
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Like Big Pop', I carry the weight, so ya'll don't get too carried away
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And pay me what my salary say, hah
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Meth, Doc, getting that gwop, fuck your feelings
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This is hard rocks, stirring the pot, watch me get 'em, with this hack
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Redman]
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Aiyo, get that rap game on lock, nothing
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Rhymes like ours need eon production
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Little kids listening, we might corrupt them
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Public Enemy, Chuck D can't trust 'em
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Name ain't Justin, but I rock Timberlands
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Doctor write with the 'pen and seal it in'
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Get it? New Jersey Drive like midget
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Ask 5-0 and Divo how I rip it
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Yo, Mef, can you kick it?
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[Method Man]
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Yes I can
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And the 'kid' stay 'frost' like a Mexican
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What's good, vatos? Crops and candy canes, I got those
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357's and three dice, I shot those
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Every rapper talkin' bout he hot, he not though
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Hate to bust bubbles, but that's what niggas get popped for
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Look, I got my glove, bat and ball
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Catch me pitching in the tracks, slinging drug raps and all, let's go
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[Chorus 2X]
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Neva Herd Dis B 4
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