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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Performer
Redman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Smith
Composer
Reggie Noble
Composer
A. Williams
Lyrics
Willie Hines
Composer
Andre Weston
Composer
Derek Lynch
Composer
Christopher Charity
Composer
J. Tex
Composer
Fred Wesley
Composer
John Starks
Composer
Lowman Pauling
Composer
James Brown
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Redman
Producer
Gov Mattic
Producer
Tommy Uzzo
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo, yo
Riggidy-row, stepping out the crowd, throwing bolos
Figgidy-flame on, twin chrome four-fours
Loading it up, cocking it back, ready to splash for real
Spit flows out the gill God tried to build
It's hectic, forty-five six, give me a grip
That's more dollars in them thongs than them go-go chicks
Bitch, I'm drunk, pumping slugs out of canon
Shut ya after party down when Meth and Red in
Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, no joke
And when I hit the pussy call me Daddy Long Stroke
Oh, Anna, I'm hitting pigeons out in Atlanta
Banana split, hachoo, spit, oh, shit
Stickin' ya, rippin' ya for all your funds
I wet ya like a one hundred forty one water guns
Cock d' like Rocky, got you scared to death
So hold all your bitches, 'cause here come Red-Meth
[Verse 2]
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
[Verse 3]
Ok to hey, hey, baby, me and Doc about to blow
My Saturday nights are special they're pointed at your nose
Ay, yo, save the speculation and the rumors
Comin' sooner thank you think, I knock a fat bitch out her bloomers
Give it to me, hardcore, givin' it to 'em raw
Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I Jabber-jaw
One, two, no ending or beginning to my cypher
I'm winning all the news like Peter Jennings
Depending on any given day I'm representing
[Verse 4]
The struggle, my great grand who lived through the lynching
Oh, yes, y'all, if you got the weed, who got the blunt?
Take a guess, y'all, Kool-Aid busting through the wall
Mr. Meth, y'all, ah-choo, comment allez-vous?
I used to hawk chickens, now I'm maxing with Badu
I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton
I'm swinging the track from Staten 'cause Staten's where I'm from
[Verse 5]
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
[Verse 6]
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin' neck-a
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
Microphone check, micro-microphone cheka
[Verse 7]
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Written by: A. Williams, Andre Weston, Christopher Charity, Clifford Smith, Derek Lynch, Fred Wesley, J. Tex, James Brown, John Starks, Lowman Pauling, Reggie Noble, Willie Hines