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4 Seasons by Method Man And Redman


Bitch

Brick City yo

 

Yo yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young

At 8 paint chips the rare moon

That pair mics my 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 be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men

I'm constant on that paper chase

 

Blow zip codes from bricks to 8 1 8

Doc serve to you to liquor in the plate

Battle royal in the ring smoking like ought to owe ya

Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment

 

Hit 95 then I hide with the Waltons Down South the forty-four feela

I'm a Dolo nigga you a Polo nigga

I'm an Uptown shopper you a Soho nigga

West side highway running homo nigga

 

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 knew 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 drinking 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'

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Platinum links chicky-eyed blonde hair

Honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks

Black thugs with white minks ready to jack the brink

Bend your little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks

 

That's why ya niggaz freeze when I step up in the building

The Godfather's here giving blessings to his children

Carrots shine the world all mine

Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes

 

Or bodies they collect black Gotti shot a tech

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 I clock twelve figgas

Think Goulianni's rough I got some real shit for niggas

Never been defeated niggas retreated

Made the choice to be seated until my mission's completed

 

Get loose get loose Method Man get loose

What the world gonna do when my dogs get loose?

(Blaze one blaze one)

Blaze one blaze one

Blaze blaze blaze one

 

Now four corners 4 seasons

Four MC's with four reasons to bring this game to it's knees

And why you down there suck my dick

My whole motto is fuck it

 

Hit the smoke shop and blow my budget

MC's abusing my bitch using my shit

I'm hanging off the roof with one hand losing 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 foul crimi-niminal individual

 

Sing a song a six street pocket full of chits

Too many rappers be on John Gotti's dick

Now this is something that we don't rehearse

Put that rap shit second and hip-hop first

 

Easy ain't Nann niggas spitting like me

Nor Murderers motherfuckin' INC

Niggas will pass me look me in the face ask me

Are y'all really holdin' weight or did somebody ask me?

 

Ja the myth ready hand me the fifth let me explain

Your lil' man made me give him a lift

So you ridin' with gangstas

I'm up to a whole lot of other shit

 

Murderers is the clique niggas can't deal with

Try it you gonna get yours to the heart

(Hataz)

Lesson tonight by the four-four

Niggas want more than a little bit hot shit

L.L. an Red

 

Ja Rule with Hot Nix I'm the best at that shit

So bitches explain this

We ride dick so well head game from hell

I love making them yell my name

Rule baby and ain't shit gon' change uh uh

 

Yo Meth why don't you ask where all the ladies at?

 

Where all the ladies at?

All the ladies in the house with the real hair

The clean underwear and she don't need welfare make some noise

Check this shit out

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