Method Man & Redman

(feat. Redman)
[Intro:]
[Redman]
Yo man glorious
This is protected
(?)
[Method Man]
And Tical
[Redman]
Slap it down
[Method Man]
Way out of bound
[Redman]
Roll in a towel
[Method Man]
Fo we gun down
[Verse 1:]
[Redman]
Yo, flipmode,
toiletbowls explode
When Doc come drop a shitload
Grip fos
Mushrooms, dick those
Deep pistol
Whip hoes
I bitch Os
Money, Roll, I stick a zipcode
Tiptoed, before Doc escape row
Thirsty, snippin out a pig nose
My Benz too, with wings and 6-0s
My flows is North Pole cold
My hands got areas that fits snow
Doc, fixin hoes in discos
My dogs let em walk with ripped clothes
Shows, Niggas pack 6 rolls
Were losin em
His hart wont get pulse
Pack you bags off a 10 percent doze
(?), I could hum and shit cold
[Chorus:]
[Redman]
Yo, yo tear the roof off
Yo, yo tear the roof off
Back off, dont make me shoot yall
You dont want to fuck with us
You dont
[Verse 2:]
[Method Man]
I get scanned, rip sand
With this stick style
Pistol, lick ground
Get off my dick now
Kick crowd, hot style
You-get-shot-style
Timid, scared to get in it
These dogs is rock rowd
Unchained, untained, you know my name
Act strange, pack flame
Its not a game
The ill flows, that kills shows
You can feel yo
Kickin in you do, like a steel
Go for real dough
Yall gon learn I spit germs
When you come shot on Big Worm
You gets burned
Punks dont get turned, they get done
And get sun, come get some
The last victim lye in a ditch
Now who wanna fuck with Hot Nick
Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit
Me and Funk Doc get,
toxid
Up all the rightness
Im chopstick
Go make your Wu just imposters
[Chorus:]
[Verse 3:]
[Redman]
You try to O.K Corel
With Doc and Meth Tical
Barsaloon fight without weapons out
Strechmarks like Belly on Kevin ?Lous?
On yard to score, only second down
Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down
Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce
Boyfriend jumpin, Meth shut em down
Pound to echo loud, bout 7 miles
Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt em down
Uncut rhymes, wont even fit your foul
Baddest man out the bunch, pick em out
Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd
Snitches, someone kiss to stitch you mouth
Wilder then rhinos or liquor trous
Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dick em out
Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth
Love the ruckas and love to dish it out
3 watched MCs, start wristin out
Get your whole camp put on the missile foul
Pushin 12 out, bumpin digital
[Chorus]
[Verse 4:]
[Method Man]
We just ice
Men of mice, aint nothing nice
[Redman]
Fuck you like
[Method Man]
Your thight is to light to fight
We move right, on fright night
When Niggas write
We bust pipe, condos that suck thight
We all right, you all hype and wars right
In the Source, with half mic, you half liked
And half dead, blasted on glass bed
(?), eyes red, the hashhead
Burn somethin, earn somethin and learn somethin
Take my turn frontin
Def Jam aint heard nothin, yet
Suspect, ruffnecks
Buck em down or you get busted
Never leave home without my musket
Thrust this, out for justice, clown
And caught on Judgement Day,
caught yall proud
Take MCs to town if they start blawn
Ashes to ashes, they all fall ground
Master be basket with hazardous tactics
Send my automatic full rap metal jacket
Blasted in plastic your brain on the mattrress
All you kids ask backwards and visa versa
[Chorus:]
[Outro:]
[Redman]
Come on, yo tear the roof off
Nigga, yo tear the roof off
Back off, dont make me shoot yall
You dont want to fuck with us
You dont
Huh
Yo, You dont want to fuck with us
You dont
Yo, You dont want to fuck with us
You dont
[ Tear It Off Lyrics ]