Upcoming Concerts for Method Man & Redman

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Method Man
Performer
Redman
Redman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Composer
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Composer
Ronald Bean
Ronald Bean
Composer
Casey James
Casey James
Composer
Jack Robinson
Jack Robinson
Composer
Paolo NoiseLeRoy Bell
Paolo NoiseLeRoy Bell
Composer
Thomas Bell
Thomas Bell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Allah Mathematics
Allah Mathematics
Producer
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Recording Engineer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 and 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 Ha ha, 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 Hop in my truck and roll up the window Ayo, you know what you in for Once we turn the corner, light up the endo Ayo, ayo, ayo Oh yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk Ayo, ayo, ayo Who these corner store rappers slingin' cracks in my hall? Mama's in the kitchen cookin' cat, rat and dog Me, I want a lil' somethin', 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 somethin' 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, livin' 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 switchin', pluckin' 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 Now hop in my truck and roll up the window Ayo, you know what you in for Once we turn the corner, light up the endo Ayo, ayo, ayo Oh yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk Ayo, ayo, ayo 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 apple 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 sayin' that I'm So amazing 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? Hop in my truck and roll up the window Ayo, you know what you in for Once we turn the corner, light up the endo Ayo, ayo, ayo Oh yes, she with me gettin' low like a limbo Roll with Gs and we'll show you how to get dough Third degree, let it burn with my kinfolk Ayo, ayo, ayo Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Thomas Randolph Bell, Reggie Noble, Casey James, Leroy M. Bell, Jack Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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