[Redman] 
Oh my god, oh my god! 

[Method Man] 
Aaaow! (Boo!) 
Uh, uh, yo, uh 
Microphone checka, swingin' sword lecture 
Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector 
Better warn 'em kid, Mr. Meth's a boiling pot 
About to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV 
For cheesy, too many wanna be hard be easy 
It's all N'together, going all out together 
It don't take much to please me 
Still homes I'm never satisfy like the Stones 
We don't condone bitin' see them selling crossbones 
Protecting what I'm writing 
Don't clash with the Titan who blast with a license 
To kill rap reciting [bad word] on, in the zone with ya [bad word] from the Group Home 
TICAL!  [bad word] your lifestyle!) 
*Blows* 
Put your lights out 
Get the [bad word] to crackin' got you feenin' with your pipes out 
Time for some action, surfin' the avenue 
Mad at you, where I used to battle crews 
Back when Antoinette had that attitude 
Cover me I'm going in, walls closing in 
Got us bustin' off these pistols 
My niggas got issues, again, same song 
Armed with the mega bomb 
Blow you out the frame and then I'm gone. 

[Redman] 
Yo, I was going too but we roam, cellular phones 
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones 
Don't condone, spit bank loans and homegrown 
Suckers break like Turbo in ozone 
When I, grab the broom 
Moon-walk platoon hawk my goons bark 
Leave you in a blue lagoon lost [bad word]  
Three nines and a glove with Nasu he dying in the car 
While we behind on the bars 
Haters don't touch (what?) weigh us both up 
Now my neighbor dope up 
Got the cable hooked up, all channels 
Lift my shirt all mammals 
You ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos. 
Sawed off shotgun 
Hand on the pump, sippin' on a forty 
Yo smokin' on a blunt 
Bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped 
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa  [bad word] on, Red and Meth gettin jumped 
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaaaa