Redman And Method Man - Do What Ya Feel Lyrics

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Yeah follow

Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow

I'ma follow

Just do what ya feel and we gon' follow

Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow

Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow

Ha ha meth tical

Who wanna flip with the acrobatic

From ground zero all the way to attic?

Where we be smokin' tical

The reservoir is now open

I swim the English Channel backstrokin'

You don't know me or my style

We hold court and blow trial

You catch Cal

When you browse through my x files

Who be next now? Man's down hands down

Hold ground by your side when it go down

I dedicate this next dart to my fucking heart

Little Meth pea the best part

Now walk with that one

Word time time for sum action dreamin' ' bout Toni Braxton

Blowin' her back out like Bob Backlund I'm throwin' wrestling holds

Tag team with Funk Doc we in funk mode

Take yo' best shot

If it don't hip it don't hop

If it don't quit it don't stop

That's the life

I be the super lyrical individual

I be splittin' through that Teflon material

To knock Big Ben off of schedule

Better move with a set of tools

I be doin' it to mics when I'm a heterosexual

I load the mic then cock drop it like three quarters

When I slaughter don't get caught in the water

'Cause the brick's got it's own world order

Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her

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Styles stay deeper than Orca

I float the seven seas with ease

Did more drugs than pharmacies

So call me that lyrical genovese

You can't compare

Get you steppin' like stairs frats sororities

Don't make me bring it on back

I fuck up the majority

Of niggaz lookin' hard at me I port 'em like authority

And when my nigga Meth shine

Out the inner how high mobile

Rollin' three dimes at a time

Redman and Method Man still

It's that Jersey representer

Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter

Word

Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow

Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow

Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow

Funk Doc break it down

Yo suck my dick out of animosity

The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery

To give lobotomies to all you rap colonies

And shut your million dollar investment to economy

Impossibly might be the one in black leather

Name tag sayin' 'Caution when wet by the track wetter'

The hash spreader I love the grimy shit

Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her

Three years for carrying a loaded handgun

But it's forever when a nigga

And he lands one to your cranium

That red dot on your forehead

It's not 'cause you're Arabian

Watch what you say to him

You're caught up in a tight situation

I should start erasin' your whole organization

For makin' wack tunes

While my whole platoon rock the basement

You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin' agent

Or producer royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger

Even a crowd to get you souped up you're still wack

I peel caps on the regular destroy MCs etcetera

Creep like the predator

Fuck you your label moms and your editor

Give you two to the jugular

Blood be spreadin' all on my shirt

The king of the flirt shittin'

Bitches hit me off more than new edition

I make the pig's heart skip a beat

From the steel physique

So iron lung

Get on the mic and break 'em off a somethin' somethin'

We moonshine and grow crops

Purchasin' the handhelds with the sure shots

It got me spittin' these slugs at my competition

In rap sessions

You ain't be got no weapon you lip professin'

Next in line parental discretion advised

These explicit street linguistics

Better than yo' momma biscuits we bomb shellin'

I might know but ain't tellin' too bad you missed it

Johnny dangerously blaze

Another enemy made another due paid

Color-safe bleach so I don't fade

Scar your mental with my double edged blade

Razor sharp get yo' Band Aids hold that

Like he said get the bozack

Show them wack niggaz where the dough's at

On the case like I'm Kojak

Kissin' the grits on that flo' bitch

Flip scripts take long shits

Raider ruckus

One I come with premeditated red rum

Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums

Bottom line either get down or get done motherfucker

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