Artist: Method Man and Redman Featuring Ja Rule and LL Cool J
Album: Blackout!
Song: 4 Seasons
[Redman
Ja Rule]
("...BIIIIIITCH! BIIIIIITCH! BIIIIIITCH! BIIIIIITCH...")
Smoke 'dat grass!
Smoke 'dat grass.
"Brick City, yo!"
Smoke 'dat grass!
"Yo! Yo!"
Funk Doc, straight lunatic. Since young, I ate paint chips. Tha
red moon, prepair mics for maintenance. I
battle you and then me and Meth exchange shifts. For
money to your house arrest anklet, I
take it all, if not, here's a thousand. Bricks,
we shootin' fair ones wit' bail bonds mens. I'm
constant on that paper chase. Blow
zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8. Doc
serve 'till you lickin' tha plate. Battle royal
in the ring, I'm smokin' like Doc out of oil.
Fire four through the roof of your apartment. ("Bloaw!")
Hit 95 then I hide with the Waltons down
South. The forty-four filla. I'm a
Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga. I'm
a Uptown shoppa, you a SoHo nigga. West-
side highway runnin', homo nigga!!
[LL Cool J
Method Man]
I'm the sultan of the ghetto, the homicidal
aficionado. I empty niggas out like Cristal bottles. ("Uh!")
When I battle, I'm breaking Bentleys down to
gravel. I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you losers, I
know my longevity confuse ya! Big
paper game. Come on, run into these flames!
Recognize the power of the royal King James!
Phantom Menace, that's why niggas make faces like they
drinkin' Guinness when they realize I'm not finished.
I've been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', ("Uh!")
been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'!
Platinum links, chicky-eyed blonde hair,
honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks. Black thugs with
white minks, ready to jack the brink. Bend your
lil' wifee over, help her stretch out the kinks! ("Yeah! Yeah!")
That's why ya niggaz freeze when I step up in the building! The
Godfather's here givin' blessings to his children.
Carrots, shine. The world, all mine. Can't
believe these cats poppin' shit 'bout papers in they rhymes
or bodies they collect. Black Gotti, shotty text. Them
gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance.
Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes. We can
do this one more time, I'll let you decide.
The Alizae swigger, ("Uh!") I clock twelve figgas. ("Uh!")
Think Goulianni's rough, I got some real shit for niggas!
Never been defeated. Niggas retreated, made the
choice to be seated 'till my mission's completed. Gettin'
loose! Gettin' loose! Method Man, get loose! What the
world gon' do when my dogs get loose?!
Blaze one! Blaze one! Blaze,
Blaze one! Blaze one! Blaze,
blaze, blaze onnnnnnnneeeeeeeee!
blaze, blaze onnnnnnnneeeeeeeee!
[Method Man]
Yo, shh! Four corners, four seasons. Four M.C.'s with
four reasons to bring this game to its knees, and
while you down there, suck my dick! My whole motto is
fuck it. Hit the smoke shop and blow my budget.
M.C.'s abusin' my bitch, usin' my shit. I'm
hangin' off the roof with one hand, losin' my grip.
Now, y'all don't wanna see me do that. Now, do you? Go straight
cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you? I do my
best work stressed out and under pressure. Deep
inside the mind is where you'll find my buried treasure. I'm still
wild, still Tical, still gritty style, still
foul crim-inim-inal individ-ual. Sing
a song of six pence, pocket full of chips. Too
many rap niggas be on John Gotti's dick. Now
this is something that we don't rehearse. Put that
rap shit second, and hip-hop first!
[Ja Rule]
"Yeah. Yeah! YEAH! SAY HOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Easy, ain't no near niggas spitting like me nor
the Murderers mothafuckin' I-N-C. Niggas'll
pass me, look me in the face, ask me 'Are y'all
really holdin' weight or did somebody gas me?' Ja, the
myth. Ready, hand me the fifth. Let me explain, your lil'
man made me give him a lift. Son, you ridin' wit'...
GANGSTAAAAAAAS!!! I'm up to a whole lot of otha shit.
Murder INC. is tha clique niggas can't deal wit'. Try it...
HATAAAAAAAAS!!! You gonna get yours to the heart.
Lesson tonight by the four-four. Niggas want
more than a little bit, hot shit. LL and
Red, Ja Rule wit' Hot Nikk. I'm the
bastard that shits on bitches. Explain this when they
ride dick so well, head game from hell. But I
love makin' 'em yell my name. RULE,
BAB-AY!!! And ain't shit gon' change! ("Uh, uh.")
("Gon' change! Gon' change! Gon' change! Gon' change! Gon' change...")
[Switches to audience at end]
[Method Man
Redman]
"Yo, yo, yo. Ayyo, Meth, why don't you ask where all the ladies at in this
mothafucka?"
"Where are all the ladies at?!!!"
(Audience screams)
"All the ladies in the house with the real hair, clean underwear and she don't need welfare,
make some noise!!"
(Audience screams)
"Bitch."
"Check this shit out!" (
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