[Redman]. RZA came and got me this what I came to do come on. Ring the bell so it's time to eat. Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats. Bomb isdide the palm. Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin my wife ass iron dawn. The font of my appartment built like the Klumps. To carry it I take the spear out the trunk. I stay hungry I ain't worked for days. That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise. Blast! Don't panic. Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed?. Hell nah! I won't tell you son. If I find a wack ID I sell you one. Doc and Hot Nick Inspectah. My lecture's like Hannibal Lecture's. Where's the ketchup?. Don't speak on it shut ya trap. I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks. Ah woo Doc in my own zone. You say you got the rapgames on but it's all wrong. I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softy-truck. Then pull a Mack out a box and smoke hoes. Yeah ya little fucks. Gimme ya fucking money!. *Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*. [Method Man]. Uhuh check it. I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on. Playing with a dynamitestick where did I go wrong?. Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp. If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn. Pro's and con's megabomb's and so-on's. By arid actions try MC's to get their roll on. First issue got issues. What is hiphop to Hot Nickles. It's like Funk Docter's snot tissues word. Look at my hand and get the third. Finger out ya earhole like: Fuck what you hear. Now that's what I call harcore let's act fool. Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool. I been shitty I'm from the veils of the city. And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty. Baggy Dun Gurees dick need room to breathe. In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese. Ain't no rules to the game if it hit we ain't planned. In your business like EPMD So What You Sayin'. You codesignin that bullshit yo man tryin. Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!!. Slugs flyin. *Shout-outs from Raekwon Ghostface and Inspectah Deck*. [Inspectah Deck]. Yo ya. Check the code echos from magazines to the big screen. Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream. Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban. Roll upon me thirstin like: Hey hey Mister Dream-Merchant. We roll longer than dice in a casino. Silo in the 4 5 or 6 with double 0. Behind the tinted windows I lay low. On some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0. But now I get wild similar to Ol' Dirty. On third time fellon just hit with over 30. No worries style have em so thirsty. First degree heats are quittin on me. Cold turkey no mercy. I bring the pain of a hundred migraines. But a thousand shoutin my name that's why I came. But first bring the cashburst then the outburst. My surroundsound pound ya ear like ... curse. I flex muslce outside I find a next hustle. Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle. Even the best buckle win. I take it to the exteme. It gets ugly but it's what a nigga do to get cream. This life. *Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*