Tear It Off Lyrics - Blackout! (with Redman) - Method Man

[Redman] 

Whooooo! Yo yo yo, yo yo 

Huh. {*inhales*}. 

Yo VANGLORIOUS 

This is protected, by the Red 

[Meth]and TICAL 

[Red]Slap it down 

[Meth]Way out of bounds 

[Red]Throw in the towels 

[Meth]'fore we gun down 

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[Redman] 

Yo, flipmodes, toilet bowls explode 

When Doc, come drop a shitload 

Grip fo's, mushrooms, did those 

Dee pistolwhip hoes, a bitch owes. 

. money, bro I stick a zip code 

Tiptoed, before Doc hit skid row 

Thirsty? Sniffin out a pig nose 

My Benz built with wings and 6-0's 

My flows is, North Pole cold 

My hands got areas to fit snow 

Doc, mixin hoes and disco's 

My dogs, let em walk with ripped clothes 

Shows, niggaz pack six rows 

We're losin him! His heart won't get pulse 

Crack your backs off a ten percent dose 

Lip closed? I can hum and shit gold 

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Chorus: Redman 

[Meth] Tear the roof off the mother (repeat 8X) 

Yo, yo tear the roof off 

Yo, yo tear the roof off 

Back up, don't make me shoot y'all 

You don't, want to fuck with us, you don't 

[Method Man] 

I gets down, rip sound, with this stick style 

Pist-al, lick round, get off my dick now 

Get crabbed, hostile, you kids is all sound timid 

Scared to get in it, these dogs is Rockwild' 

Unchained, untamed, you know my name 

Act strange, pack flame, it's not a game 

Just ill flows, that kills shows, you can feel yo 

Kickin in you do', like a steel toe, for real doe 

Y'all gon' learn, I spit germs 

When you come short on Big Worm, you get burned 

Punks don't get turned, they get done, and get sun 

Come get some, the last vict-im, lie in a ditch 

Now who wanna fuck with Hot Nikk' 

Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit 

Me and Funk Doc get, toxic 

A bowl of rice and some chopsticks 

Go make your Wu, just imposters 

Chorus 

[Redman] 

Try to O.K. Corral with Doc and Meth Tical 

Bar saloon fight, without weapons out (YEE-HAH!) 

Strech marks, like belly on Kevin? Lous? 

One yard to score, only second down 

Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down 

Tryin to lock cash? Bitch better bounce 

Boyfriend jump in, Meth shut him down 

Pound to echo loud, bout seven miles 

Doc, Dirty Jersey hunt em down 

Uncut, rhymes won't even fit the file 

Baddest man out the bunch, pick him out 

Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd 

Snitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth 

Wilder then winos on liquor droughts 

Mrs. Howell, Mary-Ann, dig em out 

Ginger watch, with the gun in Skipper mouth 

Love Da Ruckus, and love to dish it out 

Pre-washed MC's, start rinsin out 

Get your whole camp put on the missin file 

Pushin twelve out, bumpin digital 

Chorus 

[Method Man] 

We Just-Ice, men or mice, ain't nuttin nice 

(Fuck your life) Your type just too light to fight 

We move right, on Fright Night, when niggaz bite 

We bust pipe, 'pon does that suck tight 

We alright, you all hype and all tripe 

In the Source with half mic, you half liked 

and half dead, blasted on flatbed 

I'm past dead, eyes red, the hash head 

Burn somethin, earn somethin and learn somethin 

Take my turn frontin, Def Jam ain't heard nuttin yet 

Suspect, ruffnecks, book em Dano 

You get bust-ed, never leave home without my mustard 

Trust this, out for justice, clown 

And caught on Judgement Day, call Joe Brown 

Take MC's to town if they starbound 

Ashes to ashes, they all fall down 

Master you bastards with hazardous tactics 

Semi-automatic full rap metal jacket 

Blasted in plastic your brain on the mattrress 

All you kids is ass-backwards and vice-a versa 

Chorus 

[Redman] 

Come on, yo tear the roof off 

Nigga, yo tear the roof off 

Back up, don't make me shoot y'all 

You don't, want to fuck with us, you don't 

Huh. 

Yo, you don't want to fuck with us, you don't 

Yo, you don't want to fuck with us, you don't