America's Most Lyrics - Singles - Method Man & Redman

[Method Man] 

Yo, welcome 

This is MC sharper image 

I'm standing here with my dog technology 

And we are here to uplift you mind 

and upgrade your systems 

so come on down everyone that wants to get some 

plug in and boot, and boot 

[Method Man] 

Yo, Yo, I couldn't give a rat's ass 

I've come to eat grub and slap ass 

And show my whole entire black ass 

why'all know the saying he who laughs last laughs loudest 

Bang the loudest, can't a coward do a thing 'bout it 

What the bum-ba claat like "aye carumba" 

Here's my name and number, lets "La Rhumba" 

Doc, it makes me wonder; how many heads has Heather Hunter's 

How many different conclusions to come to 

And my sixteen bars meth, hittin' too hard 

With a total disregard for whole entourage 

Rap phenom, slap your ass, snap your thong to my theme song 

And hope you don't get clap upon 

Who that kid, as dirty as that Ol' Dirty Bastard 

Who that kid, who pack a tool belt and dirty belt and dirty ratchet 

Set your tape recorder, lock down your daughter 

Soon as a touch the rap game, out of order 

[Redman] 

Do I get brollic 

Gimme that car ill show you how to flip mileage 

Gimme that mic, ill short it with a quick wattage 

Skip college for the big wallet 

The ape with a fire escape from the weight of a hit product 

My draft is cold like miller beer 

When you hear it, you see more stars than tigger's cheer 

The red nigga here, and its out of control 

Something like when Ron Gold' went out with Nicole 

I'll bring it back to the streets where the crooks belong 

And if it ain't come back raw, you cooked it wrong 

Gangsta bomb, hold your nose 

At the show, ill be shittin' out my mouth like my colon closed 

Me and meth, 100 proof, in case why'all a biter 

And ovaries, feel these great ball of fire 

(Doc, where the lighter) I'm hemming them up 

Coffee grind them and put them in a vanilla dutch 

[Chorus] 

Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that 

Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that 

Beback , that what it all about now ,be that 

We not playin' (knowwhatinsayn' sonsayin) 

Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that 

Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that 

Beback , that what it all about now ,be that 

Fuck with the meth(knowwhatinsayn' sonsayin) 

[Method Man] 

I'm looking at you killers like you stole something, fuck ya life 

Trust my niggaz, sometimes for I trust my wife 

Fuck it, I'm nice, why'all don't be rushing the mic 

With your guns in your left hand 

Not bustin' it right 

Ain't no I in the team 

Ain't no eyen' my cream 

I'm a semi-auto, clean 

Rapid-fire machine 

Cocky, six foot three with knock knees 

Attract hoodrats for blocks cause I got cheese 

[Redman] 

yo, dude I carry cheese, but I don't flaunt it 

when the towel it thrown it, you know there's grown men that spoke on it 

We both want it, the Trackmasters 

Puncturing holes in the beat when a vocal tone poke on it 

Barbaric, my caddie truck beyond average 

with the same size wheels that on a horse carriage 

up in the air , spot my dudes 

Rollin' over shit like B. Rhymes on mountain dew 

[Chorus: x 2]