Method Man & Redman

Yo, welcome
This is MC sharper image
Im 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 couldnt give a rats ass
Ive come to eat grub and slap ass
And show my whole entire black ass
Yall know the saying he who laughs last laughs loudest
Bang the loudest, cant a coward do a thing bout it
What the bum-ba claat like "aye carumba"
Heres my name and number, lets "La Rhumba"
Doc, it makes me wonder; how many heads has Heather Hunters
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 dont 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 tiggers cheer
The red nigga here, and its out of control
Something like when Ron Gold went out with Nicole
Ill bring it back to the streets where the crooks belong
And if it aint 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 yall a biter
And ovaries, feel these great ball of fire
(Doc, where the lighter) Im hemming them up
Coffee grind them and put them in a vanilla dutch
[Hook: with Americas most after the end of each line]
Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that
Beback , that what it all about now ,be that
We not playin (knowwhatinsayn sonsayin)
Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that
Beback , that what it all about now ,be that
Fuck with the meth(knowwhatinsayn sonsayin)
[Method Man]
Im looking at you killers like you stole something, fuck ya life
Trust my niggaz, sometimes for I trust my wife
Fuck it, Im nice, yall dont be rushing the mic
With your guns in your left hand
Not bustin it right
Aint no I in the team
Aint no eyen my cream
Im 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 dont flaunt it
when the towel it thrown it, you know theres 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 x2]
[ Americas Most Lyrics ]