method man & redman - neva herd dis b 4 lyrics
[intro: method + redman]
deeper than atlantis (yeah)
i pray like a prayin mantis (yeah)
it’s all day (yeah!)
doc and meth n-gga (red and meth’s in the motherf-ckin buildin yo)
brick city, yeah! staten island, yeah!
let’s go (oh, yup! let’s go, yo)
[hook: redman]
yeah, i’m comin down yo’ block
and my sound’s so loud it’ll make a n-gga stop
he recognize who remains on top
let a motherf-cker know, you never heard this befo’
yeah, i’m comin down yo’ block
and my sound’s so loud it’ll make a b-tch stop
she recognize who remains on top
let a motherf-cker know, you never heard this befo’
[redman]
y’all already know n-gga…
yo, it’s funk doc, my style never change
boy i think i still got it, like eddie kane
cause, nights like this, i bring the pain
introducing 11th member of wu-tang, liu kang
doc’s spittin, fire out the palms
sign the check and, me and the world get it on
if rap fail, you can bet i’m doin p-rn
my mobb is deep, we know how to rise in the storm
i’m like vince vaughn, i keep it old school
for the family i go to war like two-twos
throw it on youtube, tell ’em i’m ready
biggie said he got room for me when i’m ready
fast lane livin, mario andretti
greasy lookin like them characters in “belly”
close your eardrums, this a recordin
don’t be unaware like the mayor of new orleans, n-gga!
[hook]
[method man]
these n-ggas, wanna be biggie, n-ggas wanna be 2pac
the only problem n-ggas is you not – look
i got this two-shot dillinger, one shot for k!llin ya
if you ain’t la familia n-gga, i’m not feelin ya
tsst, hot; wheelie the block, watch the billin
we are hip-hop, real and you not, lock the buildin
got them ziplocks, ounces of weed, countin some g’s
up in this b-tch spot, a n-gga like me, i don’t do tight tees
or flip-flops, been a goon since the womb
and my dad had that herringbone chain with the spoons
check the wristw-tch – deposit the guns
ain’t hard to tell that he a big shot – don’t plot on my ones
i carry the faith like big ‘pac – i carry the weight
see y’all don’t get too carried away, and pay me what my salary say
ha, meth doc, gettin that guap
f-ck your feelings, this is hard rock, stirrin the pot
watch me get ’em with this, hah
[hook]
[redman]
yeah, aiyyo, get that rap game on lock, nothin
rhymes like ours need e on production
lil’ kids listenin, we might corrupt ’em
public enemy, chuck d can’t trust ’em
name ain’t justin, but i rock timberlands
doctor write wit the pen and seal it in
get it? new jersey drive like midget
ask five-oh and dee-bo how i whip it
yo meth, can you kick it?
[method man]
yes i can
and the kid stay frost like a mexican
what’s good vatos? crops and candy cane, i got those
357’s and three dice, i shot those
every rapper talkin ’bout he hot, he not though
hate to bust bubbles but that’s what n-ggas get popped fo’
look – i got my glove, bat and ball
catch me pitchin in the trap slingin drug raps and all
let’s go!
[hook]
[redman] ha ha!
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