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[Featuring Redman] 
Chorus: Parrish Smith (from 'So What Cha Sayin') 
Brothers on my jock for the way I hold a piece of steel (4x) 
So what cha saying 
Verse One: Redman 
I go wild as I sip from a cold Lowenbrau 
Set up rhymes like fire to gunpowder 
Boom  did the bassline crank 
From being rated R  from being top rank 
I'm hard like an erection 
Phrases might get too tough to break down in sections 
So I grab a pen and pad, I'm back 
to make a killer, similar to a backstab 
Don't arrest me, arrest my brain, it's insane 
If I'm booty, then I've been framed 
By an MC, who can't be the R-E-D 
Fuck wit me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy 
By me and a tre-eight pistol, so vacate the premises 
Or ask for Mayday, Mayday 
For H-E-L-P, brothers tell me 
I'm electrifyin, similar to round three 
I don't brag and boast but smash and roast 
MC's wit degrees from here to the West Coast 
I'm miracle wit no abrakadaba 
Piece of membranes will smash like crackers 
Were they Ritz, Saltine, or Town House 
None of the above get caught wit the roundhouse 
Kick, blackflip, semifull 
My vocal chord prove my pull ain't bull 
I'm down wit the Squad, no more than four to five brothers 
Six or more, you seen got smothered 
By a fist of fury, next is the verdict 
Let's hear it from the jury 
Chorus 
Verse Two: PMD 
I'm a nightmare to rappers, terror to an MC 
Cold wreck the nigga wit the help of E-D 
Aggravation, don't need it, so get off my dick 
Master of disaster, no time for flicks 
Straight up b-boy, Real McCoy like Bruce Leroy 
Strap the bozack when I'm stabbin a skeezoid 
Gangsta rap, it's Daddy Mack wit a bozack 
Roy the funk punk pumps skunk like a smokestack 
So swing low and lick up balls 
I'm like Scharzenegger, correcting shit in Total Re- 
call up E-D and the posse that's ten deep 
To wax a sucker nigga booty rappin MC 
So step off cause you gets no props 
So stick the fork in him, Redman (why) cause he's done 
Chorus 
Verse Three: Erick Sermon 
I'm E-D, I belong wit the A-Team 
A one man wreckin machine, by all means 
Necessary, I destroyed on contact 
No fear, of getting killed cause I'm strapped 
The Hit Squad's deep, making it sweet 
to creep, on my crew so you don't sleep 
My mic is caffeine, similar to Maxwell 
Making it smooth for me, yes, to wax well 
And you might get scared and spark a stove 
Cause I pack steel but Hold On like En Vogue 
My swiftness, I got a gift not for Christmas 
God bless, mmm-hmm, can I get a witness 
I'm fresh like a bag of Chips Ahoy 
No toy, I'm a hardcore b-boy 
Once again, I quote, I'm danger 
I smoked Smokey the Bear and killed the forest ranger 
Poof, the fire's out and I'm gone 
Peace to Mandela and Farrakhan 
Chorus

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