Mi Casa

Method Man

Redman:


Whatcu crazy??!!?


Since a buck tooth baby,


Doc is like straight fuck you, pay me like Jay-Z


Lazy Niggas complain


Doc load up the cartridge and start kickin' game like


Acclaim


Those who you call dogs'll rat your name


Those who say they love you, attack your change


That's why I fold down 4 fingers


Say fuck the world and jimmy da earth out with coat


hangers


Rap game n street game don't sleep


Its a cold world betta pack yer own heat


Niggas ain't happy to the cash on "E"


Then the hash and the cat and a bag's on me


Yeah Right!!


My bear hugz air tight


New Yorkerz know no turnin' on a redlight


Me against 40 of you? A fair fight


Microphones get took you shook? Wear white!





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You don't got no ins in Mi Casa


And it's your stopper, Meth Tical Man and Funk Docta





You don't got no ins in Mi Casa


Bomb Droppa blow you out ya mind, who shot ya?





You don't got no ins in Mi Casa


Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hotta





You don't got no ins in Mi Casa


I'm warnin' you partna Meth Tical Man and Funk Docta





Method Man:


Every time I turn around somebody in my business


Time for you to testify, can I get a witness?


Actin' like bitch's


Dirty Dick niggas look suspicous


Ain't physically fit for the fitness


Welcome to the game of death


Polly wanna biscut?


First prize a one way ticket to my shit list


And I spread it like a rumor or a sickness


Stand-by let a chicken head lay a chicklet


Can I slap a fat ass with da quickness?


Stupid ass niggas goin' raw and get da sickness


Comin' through son, mutha fuck you and your district


Misrepresentin', misinterpretin' and they misfit


Playboy, you ain't got no balls plus your dickless


And I'm like a plumber layin' pipe up in yo misses


No man can hold me, nor can control me


Next time you see me, holla like you know me!





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