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Method Man & Redman - Blackout - 03 - Mi Casa [HQ Sound]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Method Man
Performer
Redman
Redman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Composer
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Composer
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Redman
Redman
Mixing Engineer
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Producer
Tommy Uzzo
Tommy Uzzo
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What, you crazy? Since a buck tooth baby
Doc was like straight,"Fuck you, pay me," like Jay-Z
Lazy **** complain
Doc, load up the cartridge and start kicking game like Acclaim
Those you call dogs'll rat your name
Those who say they love you attack your change
That's why I fold down four fingers
Say fuck the world, and jimmy the earth out with coat hangers
Rap game and street game don't sleep
It's a cold world, better pack your own heat
**** ain't happy till they cash on "E"
Then the hash and the cat and a bag's on me
Yeah right, my bear hugs air tight
New Yorkers know no turning on a red light
Me against forty of you? A fair fight
Microphones get took, you shook? Wear white
[Verse 2]
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(Show stopper, Meth Tical Man and funk doctor)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(Bomb dropper, blow you out your mind, who shot you?)
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(Hip hoppers, turn it up a notch, make it hotter)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(I'm warnin' you, partner, Meth Tical Man and funk doctor)
[Verse 3]
Yo, every time I turn around, somebody in my business
Time for you to testify, can I get a witness?
Actin' like bitches, dirty dick **** look suspicious
Ain't physically fit for the fitness
Welcome to the game of death, Polly want a biscuit?
First prize, a one-way ticket to my shit list
And I spread it like a rumor or a sickness
Standby, let a chickenhead lay a chicklet
Can I slap a fat ass with the quickness?
Stupid ass **** goin' raw, and get the syphilis
Comin' through, son, mother fuck you and your district
Misrepresenting, misinterpreting, they misfit
Playboy, you ain't got no balls, plus you dickless
And I'm like the plumber layin' pipe up in your missus
No man can hold me, nor can control me
Next time you see me, holla like you know me
[Verse 4]
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(Show stopper, Meth Tical Man and funk doctor)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(Bomb dropper, blow you out your mind, who shot you?)
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(Hip hoppers, turn it up a notch, make it hotter)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(I'm warnin' you, partner, Meth Tical Man and funk doctor)
[Verse 5]
You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(Show stopper)
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(Bomb dropper)
(Yo) You don't got no ends in Mi Casa
(Hip hoppers)
(Yo) You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
(I'm warnin' you, partner)
Written by: Clifford Smith, Erick Sermon, Reggie Noble
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