[Redman]   Check it out, yo   I be like "yiggy yes y'all", Doctor on call   I'll rock 'til my name in graffiti on the wall   Got flow like the rappers in Great George   Got weed? (I got blunt) My name Jamal   I pause, flick the ash from my L   I +Pause+ like Run and Jason Mizell   The emcee is me, host for the night   Papa Doc, only thing I don't choke on the mic   I choke a bitch out if my gwap ain't correct   Then with my giant hancock, I'll get the cheque   I love trucks but drop-tops is the best   From the Beemers, Benz, now Rolex - watch me   Haha, she like "Red so cool"   Any nigga after me, it's a deja vu   Doc stay in the paint like A.I. shoes   Just watch how a one tonner made a move, dig it!      [Chorus: Saukrates]   Hop in my truck and roll up the window   A-yo, you know what you in for   Once we turn the corner, light up the endo   A-yo, a-yo, a-yo   Yes she with me getting low like a limbo   Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough   Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk   A-yo, a-yo, a-yo      [Method Man]   Who these corner store rappers slinging cracks in my hall?   Mama's in the kitchen cooking cat, rat and dog   Me, I want a little something, y'all could have it all   I tryna walk before I crawl and move this package in my draws   That's why I push the pedal to the muh'fuckin floor   With ten per cent method, only plug something poor   and still I keep it funky like four plus one more   Get this money like "In God We Trust", trust your boy   It's a given, living this life it was written   Especially for me, I'm what the recipe is missing   Blow my piff in the air, key the ignition   Then get to lane switching, plucking ashes off the clip and   Mammy wanna ride and play the Bonnie to my Clyde   If anybody try to +Kill Bill+, it'll probably be the bride   Like all jokes aside, I'm serious with mine   and now I'm on this grind like Method Man in his prime      [Chorus: Saukrates]      [Redman]   Yo, I got my swagger on and I feel great   Funk Doc be in the hood like Enfamil cases   I network on MySpace real late   Hoping my album make me another Bill Gates   Around my crib, look how I live   I'm a slob but crip niggas say I get biz   Anywhere I did a show women saying that I'm   "So aaaaaa-ma-zing"      [Method Man]   Yeah, another mic, another night and the day's end   Another heist, another kite in the state pen   My state business shit, y'all dudes just break wind   New York nigga, either you're made mice or made men   I do the dirt that keep my hand on the work   I got the other hand up Mona Lisa's skirt   My aim one since day one stop   How many shots will it take to make son drop?      [Chorus: Saukrates]