Neva Herd Dis B 4
Method Man, Redman
Deeper than Atlantis (yeah)
I pray like a prayin mantis (yeah)
It's all day (yeah!)
Doc and Meth nigga (Red and Meth's in the motherfuckin buildin yo)
Brick City, yeah! Staten Island, yeah!
Let's go (oh, yup! Let's go, yo)
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block
And my sound's so loud it'll make a nigga stop
He recognize who remains on top
Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this befo'
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block
And my sound's so loud it'll make a bitch stop
She recognize who remains on top
Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this befo'
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 porn
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, nigga
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block
And my sound's so loud it'll make a nigga stop
He recognize who remains on top
Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this befo'
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block
And my sound's so loud it'll make a bitch stop
She recognize who remains on top
Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this befo'
These niggas, wanna be Biggie, niggas wanna be 2Pac
The only problem niggas is you not, look
I got this two-shot Dillinger, one shot for killin' ya
If you ain't la familia nigga, 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 bitch spot, a nigga 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 wristwatch, 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
Fuck your feelings, this is hard rock, stirrin' the pot
Watch me get 'em with this, hah
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block
And my sound's so loud it'll make a nigga stop
He recognize who remains on top
Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this befo'
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block
And my sound's so loud it'll make a bitch stop
She recognize who remains on top
Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this befo'
Ayo, 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?
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 niggas 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!
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block
And my sound's so loud it'll make a nigga stop
He recognize who remains on top
Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this befo'
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block
And my sound's so loud it'll make a bitch stop
She recognize who remains on top
Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this befo'
Ha ha!
Written by: Clifford Smith, Erick S. Sermon, Reggie NobleLyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, DELLA MUSIC PUBLISHING, LLCLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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