(feat. Murray, Redman)
Murray] [Funkmaster cuts and scratches "Live up in this piece"] Live up in this set off like this, check me out Now who's these niggaz, drinkin crazy, pussy, out of straw Thinkin they crazy hardcore, metaphor Matter of fact I them niggaz is gay Always having a party no DJ Ya Neck instrumental comes on] When I rap be like "What Squad be on it like that?" Man, pssct, that We stay the lethal dosage Click on the mic run like roaches Now they got me up in England my jewels be my single be singling I with the hardcore please come off the wall with some more
Yes I come down with the ruckus Don't y'all know I be the nigga y'all like Smuckers Freeze, come consecutively like LP's Robbin y'all for cheese, now yes whaddIdo Fuck you and you the Olde E brew with Funkmaster Flex yes who's next To get they whole set like Waco, Tex Now, I comes down the sound Def represent, yes we extra swift We comes with the boogie, all you rookies We some cookies on the mic dynamite
[Keith We to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let our hang like we on the toilet takin a shit is all that, and a big bag of chips with the dip So all that sensuous shit I intellectual violence And leave your holier than the ten commandments Like 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 boulevard of MANY rough I'll have to Norman ya I love to hate ya Cuz a freak by nate Can't make the face ya erasure Drink your lyrics straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your As as one of you niggaz try to overreact The L.O.D. love confrontation of amp Break your murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we top sellers Blow the spot like Branford Niggaz comin through and acting Redman smack the smile off kid
The Funk Doctor Spock pumps a watts in your vest Watch, what level next, I'ma this ghettoness A little for the wicked and beyond Trapper can't find the sickness in this song So I bomb ALL these MC's These Def Squad mentalities, leave your ass Smoke the chalm I got alms like I bought a bag of from Ricardo Montalban To fulfill all these fantasies on the To come home wildin with chrome cash and diamonds In I keep you half-stashed in the seat Plus you boo boo shit locked down on the streets Peep, how I get funky with This bass I rock, this bizness I rock, make crack respect me Then commence to beat an With pads and and MC's go incidential Motherfucker keep the beat on deck! While we wreck his whole set! [Flex mixes the Zulu War Chant]