[Redman]
Whatcu crazy??!!?
Since a buck tooth baby, Doc
Is like straight fuck you pay me like Jay-Z
Lazzy Niggas complain
Doc load up the cartridge and start kickin' game like Acclam
Those who you call Doggs rat your name
Those who say they love you attack your change
That's why I fold down 4 fingers
Say fuck the world and Jimmy da earth without Coat hangers
Rap game n street game don't sleep
Its a cold world betta pack yer own heat
Niggas ain't happy to the cash on "E"
Then the hash and the cat and a bag is on me
Yeah Right!!
My bear hugz air tight
New Yorkerz no no turnin' on a redlight
Me against forty of you? I fear a fight
Microphones get took you shook wear a 'blight'
[Chorus]
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
And its your stopper meth tical man and funk docta
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
Bomb Droppa throw you outch ya mind who shot ya
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hot cha
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
I'm warnin you partna meth tical man and funk docta
[Method Man]
Every time I turn around somebody in my business
Time for you to testify can I get a witness
Actin like bitch's
Dirty Dick niggas look suspicious
Ain't physically fit for the fitness
Welcome to the game of death
Poly want to biscuit?
First prize a one way ticket to my shit list
And I spread it like a blummer or a sickness
Stand-by let a chicken head lay a chicklet
Can I slap a fat ass with da quickness
Stupid ass niggas goin broad nigga sick list
Comin through son Ima fuck you and your district
Miss representin miss interpreting and des misfit
Playboy, you ain't got no balls plus your dickless
And I'm like a plumma layin pipes in yer ?????
No man can hold hold me nor can control me
Next time you see me holla like you know me!
[Chorus]
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
And its your stopper meth tical man and funk docta
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
Bomb Droppa throw you outch ya mind who shot ya
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hot cha
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
I'm warnin you partna meth tical man and funk docta
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
And its your stopper
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
Bomb Droppa
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
Hit it Hip Hoppers
You don't got no wins in Mi Casa
I'm warnin you partna
Written by: BLACK MAMBO, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, CLAYDES SMITH, DENNIS THOMAS, EARL TOON, GEORGE MELVIN BROWN, MEEKAAEEL MUHAMMED, OSTEN HARVEY, OSTEN S HARVEY, R. DEAN TAYLOR, ROBERT BELL, ROBERT KELLY, RONALD NATHAN BELL, TODD MUHAMMADLyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust AveLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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