Blackout! Method Man

[Redman]
Yo yo yo yo.. it's Funk Doc, where the weed at, bitch?
I speed backwards down a one-way from cops - see that shit?
Believe that shit - slaughter, straight to camcorder
I'm "Too Hot for TV," rap draw water
My windpipe's attached to project ballers
You yell: "Turn the heat down!"
My voice, DVD 'round sound, so I'm heard round town
And chances of y'all leavin? 'round now!
Wait later, will make front page paper
Date raper; with juvenile eighth graders
Hit the high school and 187 Caesar
When I bust y'all need to back fo' acres
Doc y'all, and that's my man Jabberjaw
The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off?
I'm from the underground, my sound lift
Platform shoes to bitches, fo'-hundred pounds!

Chorus: Method Man + Redman
GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH UP
JUMP UP, ACT UP - TO MAKE Y'ALL FEEL IT!
Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM
Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM
Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT, MOVE OUT
EVEN KNOCK YOUR TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE Y'ALL FEEL IT!
Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM
Brrrrr... STICK 'EM, HA-HA-HA STICK 'EM