(Keith Murray) [Funkmaster Flex and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this I'ma set off like this, me out Now who's these niggaz, drinkin crazy, pussy, out of crazy they crazy hardcore, crazy metaphor Matter of fact I them niggaz is gay Always having a party no DJ [Protect Ya Neck instrumental on] When I rap competition be like "What be on it like that?" Man, pssct, fuck We stay with the dosage Click on the mic MC's run roaches Now got me up in England my jewels be dangling my single be singling I with the hardcore Redman please come off the with some more
(Redman) Yes y'all I come down the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the jammin y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come like EPMD LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes y'all Fuck you and you drink the E brew Down Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get whole set burnt like Waco, Tex Now, I down with the sound Def Squad represent, yes we swift We comes the boogie, fuck all you rookies We some tough cookies on the mic
(Keith Murray) We here to make a out of fifteen cents And let our balls hang like we on the toilet a shit is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So fuck all that shit I represent violence And leave your holier than the ten commandments Redman I shift with the Ruck If if was a spliff we'd be ALL fucked up No need to ask who is he so we get Scuff our Tims on the of MANY rough cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya I to hate ya 'cause youse a freak by Can't make the face ya erasure Drink your lyrics straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to back As soon as one of you niggaz try to The L.O.D. love good of amp your motivation murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers Blow the spot like Marsalis Niggaz through and acting wild Redman smack the smile off kid
(Redman) The Funk Doctor Spock a thousand watts in your vest Watch, level next, I'ma take this ghettoness A little something for the and beyond Trapper John can't find the sickness in song So I bomb ALL these hyper These Def Squad mentalities, leave ass calm Smoke the chalm I got alms like I a bag of herb from 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 locked down on the streets Peep, how I get with techniques This bass I rock, this I rock, make crack junkies respect me commence to beat an instrumental With pads and pencils and go incidential Motherfucker keep the beat on deck! While we wreck his fuckin set! mixes into the Zulu War Chant]