Cheka Method Man & Redman

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Redman & Method Man]
Riggidy-raow! Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolos
Fliggidy-flame on! Twin chrome fo'-fo's
Loadin' it up, cocking it back, ready to splash for real
Spit flows out the gill, God tried to build
It's hectic, 45-6 gimme a grip
That's more dollars in them thongs than them go-go chicks
Bitch I'm drunk, pumpin' slugs out of cannon
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 hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta
Banana split, hachoo, spit! (Oh shit!)
Sticking ya, ripping ya for all ya funds
I wet ya like a 141 water guns
Cock d' like Rocky, got you scared to death
So hold on you bitches, 'cause here come Red-Meth!

[Hook: Redman & Method Man]
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin neck-a (Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka! (Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka! (Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka! (Remember this?)
Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!