Def Squad, Wu Tang
check it, check it out

[Verse 1: Method Man, (Redman in brackets)]

(Yo yo Method Man, yo yo Iron Lungs
Call us gorillas in the myst
Raunchy vocalist)
Your code name
Whats yo' name)
Hot Nix

Who them slick kids puffin' that shit holdin' they dicks
(Yo them same two drivin' yo whip, fuckin' yo bitch)
Hold me down son (Yo, I hold you down with the pound)
You got a lot of biscuits(Ah-yo but where they at now?)
Diggy down yo we reservoir dogs, you puppy chow-chow
Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin' it now-now
(Yo we bring the beef to you, infest it with the mad cow)
(We set to load)
Cock and squeeze
We too hard to hold off
(One arm slam ya like Nicoli Volkov)
When I dip dip dappa (dappa)
The anti-socializa (liza)
Everything be ice cream from (unknown)
(We rock ya, knock ya fuckin whole team off the roster
Starting lineup, Iron Lung)
The funk docta

[Verse 2: Method Man]

Johnny blaze the ghost rider
Ghost stories by the campfire
The night breed (vampire!)
Duckin' from the head rushin'
Wu Tang production
Precussions bringin' repercussions
I hold my mike sideways bustin' (bustin')
Another one bites the dust and...
Cardiac arrest
Clutchin' your chest, suckin' your last breath
In awe, period Meth
dyin' from paper cuts, Bleedin' to death
Down these mean streets johnny quest
Get that money sack
These habitats ain't no place to raise family at (family at)
These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats
So watch you back when you come to the slum
There ain't nowhere to run from the iron lizard lung
Blazes on stunts
I be dippin' in the sun
My plates bear no one
My uzi weighs a ton (Word up)

[Verse 3: Redman]

Pon Cocked
The don juan doc
Send crews back to the shoe shine box
Connect the dots
My description
Black mel
Yellow da mellow
I make it hard for mc's to run neck and elbow
With d-o
Penal code
We both to duck when he hear the bike
Wit the squeaky clutch
Swallow this hard act to follow
You could parachute off my slang and use my rhymes to toggle
I'm tense, so smooth i cant be fingerprinted
I stomp harder in slow motion
Yo fuck your applaud
Bitches still rush me like they rushed the store
Before the soul train award
Incorporate a law
Whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped
By Jamal with the Wu sword
My crew specializin'
Snakin' yo bitch
Robbin' you while you on the floor
Shakin' your shit
I'm doin' me now I'll do you (Yo who you?)
I bomb shit through the conflicts crucial
I be da black el nino
I mean yo
I'm supreme like the team show
With the pay to cream fo (To see you sit down?)
Yo, na we get the fuck up (And leave the one you wit)
Then take off of usher
Thats right, six double 'O' with chrome pipes
U.S. marshals out to pen us up like Snipes (Throw it in drive)
Fuck takin' me and Meth alive! (Yo, you look that-a-way)
You look out the other side!
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