1, 2, 1, 2 Method Man & Redman
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[Intro: Method Man]
Come on
1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh
1, 2, 1, 2
Mr. Meth, Funk Doc
1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh
1, 2, 1, 2
DJ Scratch on the track
1, 2, 1, 2
Wa wa 1, 2, 1, 2
Break your mothafuckin' back
1, 2, 1, 2
Ah yo yo
[Verse 1: Method Man]
My lyric is AWOL, batter up, play ball
Fuck y'all analog niggas, we be digital
Subliminal command from the 5-star general
Attack you from the blind side, invisible
To the naked eye, where them criminals?
Better have your 8 essential vitamins and minerals
When Wu is coming through, you know the outcome (Critical!)
Conditionin' your physical for injurin'
The officer and gentleman who stack private Benjamin
[Verse 2: Redman]
Off a beat like this I keep a night stick
In case any stick up kid with heat might miss
I chicken fry rice bitch in a white trench
Bustin off two macks, I'm like "I'm hit!"
Yo, I'm just playin'
I clear the crowd out like a pepper spray can sprayin'
I throw lightning out the arms, Raiden
Your guard should pray
Next year I do nothin' more than Y2K
Come on
1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh
1, 2, 1, 2
Mr. Meth, Funk Doc
1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh
1, 2, 1, 2
DJ Scratch on the track
1, 2, 1, 2
Wa wa 1, 2, 1, 2
Break your mothafuckin' back
1, 2, 1, 2
Ah yo yo
[Verse 1: Method Man]
My lyric is AWOL, batter up, play ball
Fuck y'all analog niggas, we be digital
Subliminal command from the 5-star general
Attack you from the blind side, invisible
To the naked eye, where them criminals?
Better have your 8 essential vitamins and minerals
When Wu is coming through, you know the outcome (Critical!)
Conditionin' your physical for injurin'
The officer and gentleman who stack private Benjamin
[Verse 2: Redman]
Off a beat like this I keep a night stick
In case any stick up kid with heat might miss
I chicken fry rice bitch in a white trench
Bustin off two macks, I'm like "I'm hit!"
Yo, I'm just playin'
I clear the crowd out like a pepper spray can sprayin'
I throw lightning out the arms, Raiden
Your guard should pray
Next year I do nothin' more than Y2K
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