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The ? - Method Man & Redman
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The ? - Method Man & Redman
[Intro: Redman]
Man, he must've bumped his motherfucking head or something...

[Verse 1: Redman (Method Man)]
Yo!
M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear
It's Funk Doc (M.E.TH) on da world premiere
From New Jerz straight talk, America's best
(Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at)
Y'all amateurs act like hoes offendin' us
We're special ed-ers, doin' tours on banana bus
D.O., same M.O., drive through Bricks
Chicken shotty, the ass make me lie to my bitch
Word to god, Doc throw more lines than fishing rods
No stars, we're supergods non-recoupable (yo!)
Buttons is pressed to remove the press
Pressin' bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO!)
Set up cones when I'm firin' chrome
I'm hittin' ladies to old men in retirement homes
Dail 9-1-1, runnin' gun in the street dungeon
Earth, moons and stars checkin' out what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my Range Rove
Hot to death, cops is vexed
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the Lex
Drive by on the baja
Snatch the Cartier watch I
Bounce laughin' off like Clue (Haha!)
Doc is like poppy, supplyin' you grams
So breaka breaka while I turn it to the Shaolin Man
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