[Redman]
Grab a hoe to ya seats
My style bulldoze the streets
I talk dirty puncture hoes in my teeth
Cavity creep I'm young hung over thirty
You with it move with it
Not shut up I'm cool with it
Doctor Jurassic four rap tour wrap your 
Head in a gorging in trenches where rats crawl
It's mine (brrrr) that's yours
Mine gun is bisexual it's hitting male or female when I'm letting go
This is a code alert my truck rim size dimmable 
Or Jordan shirts 23's got to work
We stick to the streets my shell toe's Velcro 
There I go wearing wool standing with scarecrow 
Y'all niggas barely move me 
Till you grow some balls like ms. Mann from Scary Movie
You banned from being mooly 
I keep it black gutter white gutter
Chinese gutter by these brothers
Here try these fuckers here
 
[Chorus]
All my niggas let's do it
All my bitches florin that ass let's do it
Looks a crooked eye muthafucka let's do it
Meth and Doc we got it locked let's do it
Man my block let's do it
 
[Method Man]
I'm just to cool in the game it's a beautiful thang
Street pharmaceutical slang scoop loose in the brain
While mo gin juicing my gin abusing yo chin
Be losing your religion again when the venom kicks in
Living with sin citizen X triple the threat 
Mad dog wreck a animal house send in the vets
There it goes picking my nose fixing my clothes
At the same time keeping my flows different from yo
Low key with the gold teeth have a OC on my person
Looking at y'all niggas like y'all owe me
For certain I'm all that my foe mack
Wearing out ya do mat I'm hurting commercialised acts
It's a wrap pull the curtain 
Long John be long gone
I pop shit and pop more bottles then Sean Don
I got chip I'm just to ghetto like Banton
Mike V it's all in my jeans like Sean John
 
[Chorus] 2x
 
[Redman]
Oow put ya ear to the train track I'm still coming
I stroke different after hours ya feel drumming
Peel lemons and put em in bitches coronas 
Hoping bitches will bone us
Throw they lips on my Jona
Where all my dirty fingernail tell her right hell
I'm a lay patient to play Jason and when u nightmare
STOP pop ? and we order toys
Medulla oblongata mean on them water boys 
Gorilla man do whatever
I'm bound to make a fan do the same thing Stan did in a letter
I bounce with a bitch with a ounce on a trip
Take her girlfriend nutt in they mouth when they kiss 
And I make em SCREAM I go banana yo
With animal anecdotes with Hannibal hammer loads
You be ducking like the pope when he bow in
You get that for touching pit throats when they chow in 
 
[Chorus] 2x
 
[Method Man]
Now that's that shit 
That makes me zone the fuck out
In the club and get thrown the fuck out
Now ain't that a bitch
If y'all ain't with us then forget us
Miss Ebon ? hip hop gorilla's 
Damn just do the damn thing ruin in the game
For everybody barrie the body ruining my name
Meth man left hand Game Boy Advanced
Def Jam's employee of the month now let's dance
 
[Chorus] 2x

[Method Man]
Haha let's do it 
Haha let's do it 
Haha let's do it 
Haha let's do it 
Haha let's do it 
Meth and Doc
All my peoples all my bitches
Meth and Doc

Yo, welcome
This is MC sharper image
I'm standing here with my dog technology
And we are here to uplift you mind
and upgrade your systems
so come on down everyone that wants to get some
plug in and boot, and boot

[Method Man]
Yo, Yo, I couldn't give a rat's ass
I've come to eat grub and slap ass
And show my whole entire black ass
Y'all know the saying he who laughs last laughs loudest
Bang the loudest, can't a coward do a thing 'bout it
What the bum-ba claat like "aye carumba"
Here's my name and number, lets "La Rhumba"
Doc, it makes me wonder; how many heads has Heather Hunter's
How many different conclusions to come to
And my sixteen bars meth, hittin' too hard
With a total disregard for whole entourage
Rap phenom, slap your ass, snap your thong to my theme song
And hope you don't get clap upon
Who that kid, as dirty as that Ol' Dirty Bastard
Who that kid, who pack a tool belt and dirty belt and dirty ratchet
Set your tape recorder, lock down your daughter
Soon as a touch the rap game, out of order

[Redman]
Do I get brollic
Gimme  that car ill show you how to flip mileage
Gimme that mic, ill short it with a quick wattage
Skip college for the big wallet
The ape with a fire escape from the weight of a hit product
My draft is cold like miller beer
When you hear it, you see more stars than tigger's cheer
The red nigga here, and its out of control
Something like when Ron Gold' went out with Nicole
I'll bring it back to the streets where the crooks belong
And if it ain't come back raw, you cooked it wrong
Gangsta bomb, hold your nose
At the show, ill be shittin' out my mouth like my colon closed
Me and meth, 100 proof, in case y'all a biter
And ovaries, feel these great ball of fire
(Doc, where the lighter) I'm hemming them up
Coffee grind them  and put them in a vanilla dutch

[Hook] 
Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that (America's' most)
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that (America's' most)
Beback , that what it all about now ,be that (America's' most)
We not playin' (knowwhatinsayn' sonsayin) (America's' most)
Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that (America's' most)
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that (America's' most)
Beback , that what it all about now ,be that (America's' most)
Fuck with the meth(knowwhatinsayn' sonsayin) (America's' most)

[Method Man]
I'm looking at you killers like you stole something, fuck ya life
Trust my niggaz, sometimes for I trust my wife
Fuck it, I'm nice, y'all don't be rushing the mic
With your guns in your left hand
Not bustin' it right
Ain't no I in the team
Ain't no eyen' my cream
I'm a semi-auto, clean
Rapid-fire machine
Cocky, six foot three with knock knees
Attract hoodrats for blocks cause I got cheese

[Redman]
yo, dude I carry cheese, but I don't flaunt it
when the towel it thrown it, you know there's grown men that spoke on it
We both want it, the Trackmasters
Puncturing holes in the beat when a vocal tone poke on it
Barbaric, my caddie truck beyond average
with the same size wheels that on a horse carriage
up in the air , spot my dudes
Rollin' over shit like B. Rhymes on mountain dew

[Hook] 2x

(Funky! Stand off..)

[Method Man]
Oh shit, 3-2-1, blown to bits
Step inside the nightclub like I own the bitch
Southpaw two left feet set to trip
on that bullshit, back it up with extra clip
Man listen, pissin in the same pot I'm pissin
You're goin down, get in that plane crash position
Turbulence ahead, boy you must be sick in the head
Go get Excederin, or get intelligent
Recognize a veteran, player stay wetter than
the thug type, up mo' late nights than Letterman
Ask Teddy, Wreckx-n-Effect I'm ready
The same way I was in that bar scene in "Belly"
(Say what?) I freak the flow that let you know I'm a flower
Yo' ass is grass and I'm a lawn mower
So uhh, go ahead pass the doja
It's the return of Tical, party over

[Chorus: Meth & T.R.]
Y'all niggaz wanna get down? (fuck with me)
Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me)
Y'all really want the street now? (fuck with me)
Y'all niggaz gon' see now (party and bullshit)
Y'all niggaz wanna get down? (fuck with me)
Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me)
Y'all really want the streets now? (fuck with me)
Y'all niggaz gon' see now (fuck with..)

[T.R.]
You chicks, bounce to the music
Shake that ass like you bout to use it
Wanna fuck with a baller? You choose
Wanna fuck with a scrub? You lose
Fuck that, let's keep it movin
Talk about how this beat got you groovin
Nod your head, make you shake your dreads
Bass travel down the spine, get stuck in your legs
Dance 'til you rip the soles off your Timbs
Shit - knock the chrome straight off your rims
Hit - after hit, well get who you wanna get
Ain't nobody really fuckin with us
Haters try to tell me I'ma suffer for this
Hatin on me cause I mastered this
You asked for this, come here and get a glass of this
.. party and bullshit

[Chorus: T.R.]
Y'all niggaz wanna get down? (fuck with me)
Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me)
Y'all really want the street now? (fuck with me)
Y'all niggaz gon' see now (party and bullshit)
Y'all niggaz wanna get down? (fuck with me)
Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me)
You really want the street now? (fuck with me)
Y'all niggaz gonna see now (party and bullshit)

[Method Man]
Yo, the whole base of this is party and bullshit
Y'all lil' cats, we ain't on no cool shit
Y'all lil' dogs better learn some new tricks
And you video directors better find some new chicks
Watch this, man I got this, Hot Nikks
Mean gob spit when I talk wear galoshes
Wu-Tang Clan in the house and ain't leavin
How my Killer Bee clique feel this evening?
Meth; guerilla serial killer for scrilla
See the God run through your block like Godzilla
Menage-a-tois for these french vanillas, I'm iller
Hard as armadillo and coat made of chinchilla
New stuff, bang this, bust this, bruise this
And ballers ain't fuckin with Staten Isle, New York
What? Still in the game, platinum plus
Y'all might fuck with them, but y'all can't fuck with us

[Chorus: Meth & T.R.]
Y'all niggaz wanna get down? (fuck with me)
Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me)
Y'all really want the street now? (fuck with me)
Y'all niggaz gon' see now (party and bullshit)
Y'all niggaz wanna get down? (fuck with me)
Y'all still wanna be round? (fuck with me)
Y'all really want the streets now? (fuck with me)
Y'all niggaz gon' see now..

[Meth] Yo T.R., what's that shit you on?
(party and bullshit)
[T.R.] I'm not even serious, I'm doin this for fun, cause I
(party and bullshit)
[Meth] Yo T.R., what's that shit you on?
(party and bullshit)
[T.R.] I'm not even serious, I'm doin this for fun, cause I
(party and bullshit)
[Meth] Yo T.R., what's that shit you on?
(party and bullshit)
[T.R.] I'm not even serious, I'm doin this for fun, cause I
(party and bullshit)
[Meth] Yo T.R., what's that shit you on?
(party and bullshit)
[T.R.] I'm not even serious, I'm doin this for fun, cause I
(party and bullshit) - what?

Yo, c'mon! 
Even if I died a thousand deaths 
When I resurrect I'll still be Meth 
The jams will still be deaf 
I'm here, me and this mic-phone, we here 
And they tryin' to hear nothin' cuz we had it up to here 
Lyrics have no dress code 
From KRS to the best mode 
Hit them so cool you cats froze 
Had to jump off, it's about to jump off 
My niggaz speak with they hands or the gun talks 
Yo RZA, you got the Clan and they wonderin' if the police 
at the door, every exit is laced with C-4 about to blow 
White trial, I'm passed foul 
And these is like teachers in thongs they assed out 
But me, the M-E-T-H- the O-D 
Just the real, I can't be touched, they can't feel 
The monotony when you rap, get your finger off my nut sac 
Carbon copy that and send your crew the facts 
Motherfucker

New and improved Wu-Tang style 
Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now 
Spit flames (Five mics) 
BK (On site) 
Bring the pain (All night) 
Off the chain (Damn right) 

[Scratching by RZA] 
"Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth" 
"Tical, yep" 
"Hmmm" 

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon! 
Even if I died a thousand deaths 
When I resurrect, through my first born, my name lives on 
My verses is like a third degree to young emcees 
Buzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa Bees 
Y'all Jacob, straight up, break up, schemes and plots 
Ace up my sleeve, make up like pots and pots 
So this is what it's come to (Huh?) 
Makin' shots at them kids who use to punk you (Huh?) 
Repititious rap shit, don't get nowhere play ya mouth whip 
And niggaz can't smoke wit' dry lips so chapped 
Bite my shit, I'm like Kojack to get my flow back 
in fo' flat, I track you down like a low jack 
Spy 'ersus spy, eye for an I can analize the uncivilized 
Make them feel alive 
You know right from wrong, so know I'm the bomb 
It's okay to beast, see the tracks on my arm 
Motherfucker 

New and improved Wu-Tang style 
Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now 
Spit flames (Five mics) 
BK (On site) 
Bring the pain (All night) 
Off the chain (Damn right) 

[Scratching by RZA] 
"Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth" 
"Tical, yep" 
"Hmmm" 

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!

[Scratching by RZA] 
"Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth" 
"Tical, yep" 
"Hmmm" (repeat x2) 

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!