Redman Feat. B.I.G. & Method Man Rap Phenomenom Lyrics

"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock..""Meth-Tical..""Biggie.. Biggie.." (mmmhmmmmmm)[Notorious
B.I.G.]Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh..f___ that, I preach it, my nine reachesthe prestigious,
cats that speak this, Willie s___Flooded pieces, my hand
releases, s_____esSmack ya cabbage, half-a__ rappers,
shouldn't have itSo I grab it, never run, the
outcomeis usually, a beatdown brutally, f___ who you beor where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze
toastLeave most in the blood they layin in, what, what?The rings and things you sing about, bring em outIt's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouthIt's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was
rentedbut they wasn't, so run it, cousinI could
chill, the heat doesn'tRan up in your shell about a
dozenYou never see bank like Frank WhiteYour hand
clutching, your chest-plate contemplateYou bought to die,
n____ wait, keep yo' hands high[Redman]Yo.. yo yoI don't brownnose out of town hoesI'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point
ohI get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspectYou a__
like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothesExplode the pyros
when Doc guest appearI'm out there, I bought it with
George Jetson hereYour time is near, so get your body
dropped offI stopped trustin n____z since Gotti got
caughtIt's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or p___
coloredBy the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brotherI.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me tooI break your
legs, leave your eyes slightly blueThe Doc was born with a
grenade palmI'm concurrent in your hood like a,
teenage momYo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my
bay-bayyIf I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high"This rule is so underrated.." -> B.I.G."Actin as
if it can't happen, you're frontin" -> Meth"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing.." -> B.I.G."Biggie, a m_________in rap phenomenon" -> B.I.G.(repeat
all 2X)[Notorious B.I.G.]Uhh, uhhI got a
new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keysY'all
pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleedMotherfucker please, it's my block with my rocksFuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't
stopsMe and my n____ Lance, took Kim and Cee's
advanceBought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plantsfrom Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansionBitches
get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem"Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other
s___niggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come actuallyin and out like f___in rapidly, pass the gat to meMake
his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemyBlastin me, your family, rest in coffins oftenFrank
Wizzard, f___ you soft or fragillaPlay hard like Reggie
Miller, rapper, slash dope dealerslash Gorilla, slash
illest turned killer[Method Man]Now nowDon't approach me with that rah rah s___, you out of
pocketI take these adolescents back to SpoffordMentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's
sidethat's infinity -- too many sick n____z, nickel
nines;bring the remedy -- when you play the field,
what's the penaltyUnnecessary roughness, career endin
injuries for suckersStuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart
like Cupiduntil they got love for my musicStar Wars
I'm Han Solo, with three egoesand three charges, I
got to "See-three-P.O.'s"This is
whoop-yo'-a__-day, the sequelEyeball blower with no
equal, n____z swingin swords in the WARthat's my
people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll upThis is a hold
up, hands high, reach for the skyI rep S.I., the unpretty,
word to Left EyeNew York s___ty, put they weight on itAnd who better for the job than Biggie? The NotoriousJeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that reachesand touch
individual, small frame buck and changeMC,
What's-Your-Name, tuck your chainAll about the
fortune, f___ the fame, labels still extortinKick me when
I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchinHot --
forcin my way up in the doorto kill the bullshit like a
matadorKeep your hands high (what?)