[Intro]
Turn the music up some more in this muthafucka
(Yeah, yeah, Mr. M-E-F, Wu-Gambino still mobbin'
On the sounds you got, Da Riffs, this Tical, yo
2003 and beyond, baby)
[Method Man]
The crime pays a, John Blaze a’
I'm hell-a hot, get that weight up
This nigga straight up, like 12 o'clock, throw the rake up
I’ll mix it with yeast, to blow the cake up
That'll Jake up, might wake up, gagged and taped up
It's us, older than dirt, we fart dumb
Plus we can't get enough of this, in God we trust
That's Big Buck, I drive a big ass truck
That's just big enough for a big ass buck
[Redman]
Yeah, I'm the man that's hoppin’ out of back of Sedan’s
Pick pocket your pants, for ya'll marketing plans
Whoever your boss is, run, tell him the news, tell him ("I will not lose") Lock it and boot it, execute it, with rocketing fluid
Boy, I’m on top of the music
It can be your neighborhood, gully club, or House of Blues, nigga ("I will not lose")
[Method Man]
Hey day, follow my leading everyday
I keep weed, like all that I need is Mary J
One more pay, give me more chips than Frito Lay
So any thoughts of sinkin' my ship, is D.O.A
That's right family, understand me, I bumbayay
Where you lay, like Miami be M.I.A., haha
Turn the music up some more in this muthafucka
(Yeah, yeah, Mr. M-E-F, Wu-Gambino still mobbin'
On the sounds you got, Da Riffs, this Tical, yo
2003 and beyond, baby)
[Method Man]
The crime pays a, John Blaze a’
I'm hell-a hot, get that weight up
This nigga straight up, like 12 o'clock, throw the rake up
I’ll mix it with yeast, to blow the cake up
That'll Jake up, might wake up, gagged and taped up
It's us, older than dirt, we fart dumb
Plus we can't get enough of this, in God we trust
That's Big Buck, I drive a big ass truck
That's just big enough for a big ass buck
[Redman]
Yeah, I'm the man that's hoppin’ out of back of Sedan’s
Pick pocket your pants, for ya'll marketing plans
Whoever your boss is, run, tell him the news, tell him ("I will not lose") Lock it and boot it, execute it, with rocketing fluid
Boy, I’m on top of the music
It can be your neighborhood, gully club, or House of Blues, nigga ("I will not lose")
[Method Man]
Hey day, follow my leading everyday
I keep weed, like all that I need is Mary J
One more pay, give me more chips than Frito Lay
So any thoughts of sinkin' my ship, is D.O.A
That's right family, understand me, I bumbayay
Where you lay, like Miami be M.I.A., haha
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