(feat. Murray, Redman)
Murray] [Funkmaster Flex cuts and scratches "Live up in piece"] Live up in piece I'ma set off like this, me out Now who's these crazy niggaz, crazy, pussy, out of straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, metaphor Matter of I think them niggaz is gay Always a party with no DJ [Protect Ya Neck comes on] When I rap competition be like "What be on it like that?" Man, pssct, that We with the lethal dosage Click on the mic MC's run roaches Now they got me up in my jewels be dangling While my single be I come with the Redman please come off the with some more
Yes y'all I come with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga jammin like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like EPMD y'all for cheese, now yes y'all whaddIdo Fuck you and you the Olde E brew Down with Flex yes who's next To get they set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down the sound Def Squad represent, yes we extra We comes with the boogie, fuck all you We some tough on the mic dynamite
Murray] We here to make a dollar out of cents And let our balls hang like we on the takin a shit Styles is all that, and a big bag of with the dip So all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual And leave your click holier the ten commandments Like I shift with the Ruck If your if was a we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get our Tims on the boulevard of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman ya I love to hate ya Cuz youse a freak by Can't make the face ya brain Drink your lyrics down straight no chaser My verbal like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you try to overreact The L.O.D. good confrontation of amp Break motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top fellas Blow the spot like Marsalis Niggaz comin and acting wild Redman smack the off that kid
The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a thousand in your vest Watch, what level next, take this ghettoness A little something for the and beyond Trapper can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these MC's These Def Squad mentalities, your ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms Vietnam I bought a bag of herb Ricardo Montalban To all these fantasies on the island To back home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In fact I you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo kept shit locked on the streets Peep, how I get funky with This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make junkies respect me Then commence to beat an pads and pencils and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the beat on deck! While we his whole fuckin set! [Flex mixes into the War Chant]