Red Meth And Bee

Y'all ready for this?
Ha! I don't think so!
Yeah! Oh, listen to this!
We [bad word] at ya!

[Redman]
Cypress Hill!
Yo yo yo - all my niggas say jump up, doc broke out the kennel
dog on four paws spittin' out the window
Jump up! It aint no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna bleed tonight
I eat beans and rice, [bad word] up a storm
I walk the streets with shark fin off my arms
Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone
My bracelet like I raised it off the farm
Home-grown, thick, dirty 
My family feud dudes who pack 2's on survey
Jersey and house 
Gun like an elephants snout
Pull ya ambulance out
Ya whole team'll get bombarded
Ya on target, and bombed by some unsigned artists
We leave ya hair cut like a blind barber
Cut it, and gave you a line with fine markers
I won't leave till the job is done
Till the last prick [bad word] take ya [bad word] Doc with the shotty and we both catch a body with Cypress Hill
Yeah!
 [bad word]  B-Real)
We don't give a [bad word]  we live it up till the day we die
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high
You won't be real with us, but ya reelin' us and you want to ride
You try to deal with us, but you got no blunts to get high

[Method Man]
Yo, yo
Blunt smokin', half a bottle of remi open
You either holdin' or half-assed like semi-colon
I leave ya chokin' on them lollipop rhymes ya callin'
So hard, [bad word] I crack the shell on ya candy coatin'
If the shoes fit like Alan I be too thick
Ever since you hit, yo my new chicks a new [bad word] Ya know if I can't eat, ya can't sleep
Plus I'm in denial, I just can't admit defeat
My mind is my glock, keep my third eye [bad word] Bust mines off tops, leave a rapper's nerves shocked
Now who's hot and who's not
I want them rocks and that money in ya two socks 
Meth the mister, if crime is an art, then let me paint a picture
I'm gone, Kodak can't even frame the riddler
Gold realin', Meth, doc, Cypress Hiller
Whoever think they [bad word]  with that, lets be realer
 [bad word] 

[B-Real]
Take the back seat and smash beats 
Smoke blunts through ya lungs and flips ya brain cells like [bad word] a track meet, the rhymes on ya rap sheet
With the foot long [bad word] bong, look your collapsing, sicko
They go on the break-off, mental breakdown and [bad word] you wouldn't think of
I spread it to Reggie, chances are better but deadly
You wanna be friendly on the get high Bentley
You twisted up, burnt out within seconds
Cos you couldn't hang with the John Blaze methods
Bong hittin', doc spittin', shark bitten 
Star stricken, glock clickin', stop [bad word] 
Inhale the smoke from the master's lungs
You wanna roll up, yo I'm the fastest one (ha!)
You wanna test with the sess, well first off
That [bad word] is funny like Kid Rock with his shirt off
 [bad word]  X2