| Artist：2Pac/Dat Nigga Daz/Kurupt/Redman/Method Man | |
| [Verse One：Daz] | |
| You find an MC like me who's strong | |
| Leavin mother****er's aborted, with no verbal support | |
| And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though | |
| With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those | |
| Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain | |
| and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain | |
| Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star | |
| Finally realizing who the **** we are | |
| When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded | |
| would it be the greatest MC of all time | |
| When I created rhyme for the simple fact | |
| When I attack I crush your pride | |
| My intention to ride, every time all night | |
| I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar | |
| for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride | |
| breakin in gas with the six-eight all day | |
| In and out with my pay | |
| I'm soon to count the bodies... | |
| [Verse Two: Tupac] | |
| So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation | |
| So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin | |
| We must be based on nothin better than communication | |
| Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations | |
| Sorry I left that ass waitin | |
| No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin | |
| I'm bustin and makin mother****ers panic | |
| Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt | |
| You swear the bitch was planted | |
| My lyrics motivate the planet | |
| It's similar to Rhythm Nation | |
| but thugged out, forgive me Janet | |
| Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls | |
| You know, the way the games get controlled | |
| Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine | |
| Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind | |
| Bear witness to the dopest ****in rhyme I wrote | |
| Takin off my coat, clearing my throat | |
| [Chorus: Method Man] | |
| I got my mind made up, come on... (come on) | |
| get in get in too [get on it] | |
| let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night | |
| I got my mind made up, come on... | |
| get in get in too | |
| let it ride... tonight's tha night | |
| [Verse Three: Kurupt] | |
| Well I comes through with two packs | |
| of the bomb prophalaks for protection | |
| So my ****in sac won't collapse | |
| Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays | |
| Sending young mother****ers to an early grave | |
| I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's | |
| shows my heart's as cold as the tundra | |
| Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much | |
| Rough and raw with that mother****in poisonous touch | |
| I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha ****in bom-bay | |
| Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay | |
| My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind | |
| As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine | |
| There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin | |
| I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin | |
| Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian | |
| Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin | |
| Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve | |
| You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease | |
| My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe | |
| Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees | |
| In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes | |
| My verbal snipe, your vocab on site | |
| I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all | |
| So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall | |
| Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere | |
| The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator | |
| I rock from here to there, to Philly and back | |
| To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps | |
| As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact | |
| Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat | |
| [Verse Four: Method Man] | |
| **** you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers | |
| like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers] | |
| The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle | |
| Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial | |
| Rarely do you see an MC out for justice | |
| Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!! | |
| Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen | |
| Half of my Clan's three deep felons | |
| Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel | |
| Man I stay on point like icicles | |
| Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical | |
| All up in your mother****in mouth | |
| Head banger boogie | |
| Catch me on tour with Al Doogie | |
| Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me | |
| Better take one and pass or that's that ass | |
| Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast | |
| Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash | |
| Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast | |
| [Verse Five: Redman] | |
| Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics | |
| Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards | |
| Let's face it, there's no replacement | |
| Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with | |
| Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted | |
| Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted | |
| I got connects like Federal Express | |
| to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch | |
| Got the clear spot from tha rear block | |
| to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not | |
| Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop | |
| Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot | |
| With, this underground cannabis | |
| I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst | |
| Then proceeds like keys | |
| My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's | |
| Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake | |
| So I erase the whole front row at the wake | |
| I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it | |
| I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place | |
| Confidence for you shaky ass folks | |
| Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked | |
| choke, off this anecdote got you ope | |
| And I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebels) | |
| West, list this, this, this... |
| Artist: 2Pac Dat Nigga Daz Kurupt Redman Method Man | |
| Verse One: Daz | |
| You find an MC like me who' s strong | |
| Leavin mother er' s aborted, with no verbal support | |
| And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though | |
| With a bear and a snake and a panda, I' m on those | |
| Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain | |
| and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain | |
| Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star | |
| Finally realizing who the we are | |
| When I penetrate, it' s been withstandin, faded | |
| would it be the greatest MC of all time | |
| When I created rhyme for the simple fact | |
| When I attack I crush your pride | |
| My intention to ride, every time all night | |
| I' m faced with the scars beyond this one bar | |
| for me to put down my guard, I' m faced with it, I' m a ride | |
| breakin in gas with the sixeight all day | |
| In and out with my pay | |
| I' m soon to count the bodies... | |
| Verse Two: Tupac | |
| So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation | |
| So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin | |
| We must be based on nothin better than communication | |
| Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations | |
| Sorry I left that ass waitin | |
| No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin | |
| I' m bustin and makin mother ers panic | |
| Don' t take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt | |
| You swear the bitch was planted | |
| My lyrics motivate the planet | |
| It' s similar to Rhythm Nation | |
| but thugged out, forgive me Janet | |
| Who' s in control I' m acvtivatin yo souls | |
| You know, the way the games get controlled | |
| Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine | |
| Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind | |
| Bear witness to the dopest in rhyme I wrote | |
| Takin off my coat, clearing my throat | |
| Chorus: Method Man | |
| I got my mind made up, come on... come on | |
| get in get in too get on it | |
| let it ride get wit it tonight' s tha night | |
| I got my mind made up, come on... | |
| get in get in too | |
| let it ride... tonight' s tha night | |
| Verse Three: Kurupt | |
| Well I comes through with two packs | |
| of the bomb prophalaks for protection | |
| So my in sac won' t collapse | |
| Cause nowaday' s, shit' s evading the xrays | |
| Sending young mother ers to an early grave | |
| I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC' s | |
| shows my heart' s as cold as the tundra | |
| Electryfing like thunder, I' m just too much | |
| Rough and raw with that mother in poisonous touch | |
| I' m an MC with lyrics that' s tha in bombay | |
| Ya got dissed, that' s before it' s ingest like balmay | |
| My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind | |
| As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine | |
| There' s no escape, nah I ain' t blastin | |
| I use my mental to assassinate assassin' s for those askin | |
| Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian | |
| Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin | |
| Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve | |
| You best believe, to MC' s I' m the deadliest disease | |
| My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe | |
| Ya whole camp' s under seige, and I' m Jason Vorhees | |
| In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes | |
| My verbal snipe, your vocab on site | |
| I' m out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all | |
| So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall | |
| Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere | |
| The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator | |
| I rock from here to there, to Philly and back | |
| To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps | |
| As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact | |
| Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat | |
| Verse Four: Method Man | |
| you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers | |
| like Hitler, stickin up jews wit german lugers | |
| The Mr. MethTical from Staten Isle | |
| Will be back after this message don' t touch tha dial | |
| Rarely do you see an MC out for justice | |
| Got my gun powder and my musket blaooow!! | |
| Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen | |
| Half of my Clan' s three deep felons | |
| Niggaz best protect they joints for NineNickel | |
| Man I stay on point like icicles | |
| Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical | |
| All up in your mother in mouth | |
| Head banger boogie | |
| Catch me on tour with Al Doogie | |
| Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me | |
| Better take one and pass or that' s that ass | |
| Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast | |
| Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash | |
| Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast | |
| Verse Five: Redman | |
| Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics | |
| Nonbelievers get my dick and genitals backwards | |
| Let' s face it, there' s no replacement | |
| Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I' m laced with | |
| Avalanche on ya whole camp when I' m splifted | |
| Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don' t get it twisted | |
| I got connects like Federal Express | |
| to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can' t fetch | |
| Got the clear spot from tha rear block | |
| to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not | |
| Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop | |
| Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get' s lot | |
| With, this underground cannabis | |
| I' m dangerous like John the bomb analyst | |
| Then proceeds like keys | |
| My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP' s | |
| Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake | |
| So I erase the whole front row at the wake | |
| I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it | |
| I' m the one pushin the hearse in the first place | |
| Confidence for you shaky ass folks | |
| Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked | |
| choke, off this anecdote got you ope | |
| And I' m out for nine nickel INS tha rebels | |
| West, list this, this, this... |
| Artist: 2Pac Dat Nigga Daz Kurupt Redman Method Man | |
| Verse One: Daz | |
| You find an MC like me who' s strong | |
| Leavin mother er' s aborted, with no verbal support | |
| And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though | |
| With a bear and a snake and a panda, I' m on those | |
| Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain | |
| and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain | |
| Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star | |
| Finally realizing who the we are | |
| When I penetrate, it' s been withstandin, faded | |
| would it be the greatest MC of all time | |
| When I created rhyme for the simple fact | |
| When I attack I crush your pride | |
| My intention to ride, every time all night | |
| I' m faced with the scars beyond this one bar | |
| for me to put down my guard, I' m faced with it, I' m a ride | |
| breakin in gas with the sixeight all day | |
| In and out with my pay | |
| I' m soon to count the bodies... | |
| Verse Two: Tupac | |
| So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation | |
| So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin | |
| We must be based on nothin better than communication | |
| Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations | |
| Sorry I left that ass waitin | |
| No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin | |
| I' m bustin and makin mother ers panic | |
| Don' t take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt | |
| You swear the bitch was planted | |
| My lyrics motivate the planet | |
| It' s similar to Rhythm Nation | |
| but thugged out, forgive me Janet | |
| Who' s in control I' m acvtivatin yo souls | |
| You know, the way the games get controlled | |
| Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine | |
| Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind | |
| Bear witness to the dopest in rhyme I wrote | |
| Takin off my coat, clearing my throat | |
| Chorus: Method Man | |
| I got my mind made up, come on... come on | |
| get in get in too get on it | |
| let it ride get wit it tonight' s tha night | |
| I got my mind made up, come on... | |
| get in get in too | |
| let it ride... tonight' s tha night | |
| Verse Three: Kurupt | |
| Well I comes through with two packs | |
| of the bomb prophalaks for protection | |
| So my in sac won' t collapse | |
| Cause nowaday' s, shit' s evading the xrays | |
| Sending young mother ers to an early grave | |
| I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC' s | |
| shows my heart' s as cold as the tundra | |
| Electryfing like thunder, I' m just too much | |
| Rough and raw with that mother in poisonous touch | |
| I' m an MC with lyrics that' s tha in bombay | |
| Ya got dissed, that' s before it' s ingest like balmay | |
| My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind | |
| As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine | |
| There' s no escape, nah I ain' t blastin | |
| I use my mental to assassinate assassin' s for those askin | |
| Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian | |
| Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin | |
| Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve | |
| You best believe, to MC' s I' m the deadliest disease | |
| My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe | |
| Ya whole camp' s under seige, and I' m Jason Vorhees | |
| In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes | |
| My verbal snipe, your vocab on site | |
| I' m out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all | |
| So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall | |
| Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere | |
| The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator | |
| I rock from here to there, to Philly and back | |
| To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps | |
| As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact | |
| Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat | |
| Verse Four: Method Man | |
| you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers | |
| like Hitler, stickin up jews wit german lugers | |
| The Mr. MethTical from Staten Isle | |
| Will be back after this message don' t touch tha dial | |
| Rarely do you see an MC out for justice | |
| Got my gun powder and my musket blaooow!! | |
| Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen | |
| Half of my Clan' s three deep felons | |
| Niggaz best protect they joints for NineNickel | |
| Man I stay on point like icicles | |
| Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical | |
| All up in your mother in mouth | |
| Head banger boogie | |
| Catch me on tour with Al Doogie | |
| Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me | |
| Better take one and pass or that' s that ass | |
| Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast | |
| Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash | |
| Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast | |
| Verse Five: Redman | |
| Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics | |
| Nonbelievers get my dick and genitals backwards | |
| Let' s face it, there' s no replacement | |
| Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I' m laced with | |
| Avalanche on ya whole camp when I' m splifted | |
| Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don' t get it twisted | |
| I got connects like Federal Express | |
| to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can' t fetch | |
| Got the clear spot from tha rear block | |
| to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not | |
| Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop | |
| Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get' s lot | |
| With, this underground cannabis | |
| I' m dangerous like John the bomb analyst | |
| Then proceeds like keys | |
| My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP' s | |
| Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake | |
| So I erase the whole front row at the wake | |
| I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it | |
| I' m the one pushin the hearse in the first place | |
| Confidence for you shaky ass folks | |
| Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked | |
| choke, off this anecdote got you ope | |
| And I' m out for nine nickel INS tha rebels | |
| West, list this, this, this... |
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