No Chance (vince Mcmahon Theme) Lyrics - Singles - Wwf

Chorus One: Redman, {Rock} - repeat 2X 

Aiyyo there's {there's} no {no} chance in hell 

{No chance in hell} 

you gonna take what's mine, you're just too frail 

Aiyyo there's {there's} no {no} chance in hell 

{No chance in hell} 

you gonna take what's mine, you're just too frail 

[Redman] 

Are you ready for war? Then bring it on 

and I Kraftmatic like a stripper; 

when it's out you throw your cash at it 

Hope I don't rat-tat-it from the hash and grass addict 

I spit and mad rap-it like I took a bad package 

You pay tolls to the drummer, I EZ-Pass at it 

But when it's time I bad habit, let the Mac at it 

You don't want what we got in store 

Keep your mother-in-law indoor when we walk outdoor 

Dem four paws on my Benz what you shoppin for 

You looked at your rims was like, 

"What I cop them for?" 

Cause I'ma Brick City native, spit nice like Jada' 

Sheik style invades ya private property and lay ya 

down for the count, so I'm round in the mouth 

You say they town in the house, so I'm drownin em out 

That's like seein(?) Atlantic Ocean in a frantic motion 

When I write my hand is open, other one is catipultin 

onto white sheets we fight to the white meat 

Spillin on your 325 icey, wifey 

I ain't sayin I'll do it, I got [niggaz] that will 

I go to the Benz dealer, test drive it and peal 

{ERRRR!} I be leaked out like (?? ??) pad of em 

with ghetto chickens that can stash 30 bags of em 

I'm at the club with Boot Camp ready to bag somethin 

to take yo' [shit] like yo' punk-ass never had nuttin 

Chorus Two: Redman, {Rock} - repeat 2X 

Aiyyo there's {there's} no {no} chance in hell 

{No chance in hell} 

you gonna take what's mine, you're just too frail 

{You can't beat me} you ain't got no chance in hell 

{You can't see me} you ain't got no chance in hell 

[Rock] 

Everytime, befo' I catch you, and make you pay 

Everyone here works for me, I have em break two legs 

two arms, and - two of your ribs for mistakes you made 

The [nigga] that you hate that hate'll make you hate yo' fate 

Don't ever utter-or-mutter a word soundin like a threat 

You see that slew of bruisy dudes, guess who writes them checks? 

ME, B-U, double-M, double-E, Jab 

Bummee Jiddab, my soldiers play the back 

Magnum Force Corporation - family bidness is what you facin 

We like immigration - we send you back to where you came from 

I display the, real meanin of danger with a rusty gemstar banger 

or I have your baby momma flame ya 

I got away with, [shit] that'll get you life 

But I only got one felony - I COULD STICK YOU TWICE 

From Brick City to Brownsville do you [niggaz] think it's on 

like many a gambler's bankroll, you'll soon be gone 

Chorus Two 

{*various samples and scratches*} 

Chorus Two 

[Redman] 

Aiyyo (aiyyo) aiyyo (aiyyo) there's..