Outsidaz - Wh You Be (feat. Method Man & Redman)
f/ Method Man, Redman [Method Man] Gonna throw a lil' somethin like this Pacewon Mista Meth Young Zee Funk Doctah Come on [Pacewon] Yo, yo, yo I like to smoke I like to gamble Slap that face I'm like Anthony Saprano Lets here it for the mob boss Bird catch it highed up til his eyes crossed Fat belly, tall boy loungin with his socks off No tan, toe jam like Roseanne Got guns so big I bust with both hands Pull 9 M-M's and tecs that don't jam Mad family and friends in the drug program [Method Man] I go *raaaaarr raaaaarr* like I had cereberal palsy We ain't got no time to be playin with y'all see Shoalin, Dirty Jers' what y'all aint heard? Fuckin ya birds, pluckin ya nerves, puffin ya herb Slap ya C.E.O. off his podeum Hand in my coat like Napoleon Wrapped around a hot nickelodeon Oh seven one three oh four thats the code we in School of hard knocks here we go again [Young Zee] Yeah, yeah, yeah Aiyyo Hot Nicks you got me noddin of the doses While the Outs burn bush like God talkin to Moses They mad I push the F1 with three front seats Rock fatter chains than slave workers had on they feet Smoke blunts til my breath smell, hop on my Nextel Chick from West L bang her head against the bed rail Ya'll betta leave 'fore Zee get evil I'll tell you a secret, I see dead people [Redman] Aiyyo, aiyyo Pace The Doc sports timbs with no lace I come in her mouth and it look like colgate I'm a gorilla, chewin on bananas Psycho Im the one that blew my head in ?scanners? BRICKS, lyrics and guns gotta stay smokin Even Live to L.A. don't leave the gate open I carry two shotties and I'ma squeeze both'um And when I'm done me and ya bitch elopin Hook: [Young Zee] Y'all know, this how its suppose to be And Y'all know [Method Man]Think of me 'fore you smoke them trees [Young Zee] And Y'all know [Pacewon] Wack raps make me choke emcees [Young Zee] Aiyyo people, yo who the fuck we be? [Method Man]Who you be? [Young Zee] Young Zee from the M-P-C [Method Man]Who you be? [Redman]Funk Doc from the P-P-P [Method Man]Who you be? [Pacewon] Pacewon from the O-U-T [Method Man]Who you be? Mista Meth, Wu-Tang Killer Bee [Redman] Aiyyo presto outta box Tap you white folks outta locks Take the shotguns out the grandfather clocks Planets that I rock you can't astronaut My house was on Afrika Bambattas block Aiyyo my candy is prepared for manhandlin The click from jammin avalanched the grand canyon Thats how big it is, how large it is Pitbull bite ??? through it ??? [Young Zee] Yeah Tryin to scare Zee and Funk Doc y'all playin If this Scary Movie, you the fag like Shawn Wayans I pop a lot, I pop shit I pop guns I pop cherries nigga my pops on the run You pop shit ya crew betta run I pop all these shells out and shot pellet guns Yeah rock box I loot Elle and run Rock the Bells mix it with Duke Ellington [Method Man] Yo They call me Mista Tecal ya stallion Hard headed dick gotta pussy fetish Get'cha cosmetic, Meth at it call a medic And while we said it These niggas wanna catch amnesia and like forget it The Outsidaz and y'all can call me Bony Boy Or Rockwilder when we Face Off like Castor Troy Creep with me as I roll through the stack Maniac, lunatic and my whole click packed [Pacewon] Aiyyo Doc I be spaced like Star Wars Hardcore nigga don't lock my car doors I rock shells toes backspin on cardboard Gazelle type frames, wave caps, and four-fours Graffiti to place leave my tag Pace Blunta The barrel of my glock stay hot like late summer You freckle motherfuckas need shade to lay under JAKE HUNTER, look but don't bite I take cover Hook x2
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