[Chorus: U-Neek and Nine]
Now I got the product to keep ya ass open
I got the product to keep ya ass SMOKIN
I got the product two for ten
Buy a dime, unwind, let the ruckus begin
[U-Neek]
A Red Doctor Spock, make your blood drip-drop
I`m down for hip-hop, stunts blunts and makin big knots
All I need to proceed with words
is the chronic smoke from a little bit that herb
And that`s my word, I slam it, now you Scream like Janet
and Michael, the Bounce Squad psycho
Built like Tyco, Tonka, I gots to conquer
More chocolate than Willy Wonka, how you want it?
[Nine]
I`m all about microphones and money, hip-hop and stayin HIGH
Everything else is a alibi
Robbin for Z, Zig-Zag-Zig, I`m the nig behind the trig`
Bustin down the crap my niggaz love to clap (buck!)
In the back put yo` knots in yo` socks
Paid like Goldilocks, throwin rocks on yo` blocks
X marks the spot, loud as a gunshot
To be or not to be, I stay free like a maxi
Bloody to the third degree, HERE YE HERE YE
[U-Neek]
(?) now it`s (?) that you don`t know my steelo (?)
Discretion is advised, red eye from the buddha
My sharpshooter hit the prosecutor now I`m through done
Swords be like juice with the trey-deuce stashin
My style`s on trial cause I`m into MC, bashin
In a sick fashion, I go overboard
Evidence - bloody microphone cords
[Chorus] - Nine and U-Neek reverse
[Nine]
I crack a Heine` and flip; my lyrics ain`t butter they Miracle Whip
I`m on some other shit
I spit, lyrics like a flamethrower, rollin in a Range Rover
Smackin Casanovas, with my nine-leaf clover
You`re over and done, stick a fork in `em
I`m the ninth deadly venom, stick `em and hem `em
Make `em blue like denim - niggaz screamin, Mercy like Percy
I mean Perry, Mason I cut `em up like Jason
You got no idea who you facin!
[U-Neek]
Now I`m pushin ninety-five down 95 in a `95
850, Timberlands shitty
New York City, biddie clockin paint
Part time rockin tank - I`m in the mix!
My female dress down quick and slick
This rap shit is cool but I still flip a brick
Tote a pound out of town on the Greyhound
Back to the Boogie Down, then rock a rhyme with Nine
[Nine]
I got my eye on the pocket and I`m gonna sink it
I`m feelin lucky like I`m hittin Salt and Jada Pinkett
I`m erasin your name, off the list of lyricists
While U-Neek blows you up like assists
You can`t get with this, not even a little bit
Black man and black woman, sun and moon, no bullshit
She hits you like DIS, I hit you like DAT
She hits you with a razor I hit you with a BAT
Now you flat on yo` back, wack as ever
Talkin that same ol`, Hold up - wait a minute nonsense
The Heineken you meets is the Guinness, it`s all good
I`m Robin Hood - steal from the rich and KEEP IT
We got the best product in town, PEEP IT..
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
