|Intro: Treach (Method Man)|
And y`all thought it was over
(Nah nah it ain`t over `til the fat bitch sings my nigga)
We ready to Rock & Roll God damn it?
(Fuck Yeah)
Dirty Jers`/New Jerusaluem
(Shaolin)
Naughty by Nature motherfuckers
(Wu-Tang my niggaz)
Grab your hat bitch
(C`mon!)
|Hook: Method Man|
Dum-dum-dum there they go (x4)
|Treach|
Gettin the realism, statin` the great prism
Journalism, the Moses writin`, graffitti on the state prison
Hard to steal, last year, slash a pop hit
Hate related, he`s the closest that I lost since Pac (Tupac)
Got the glock blown, ready to Rock & Roll
Give me a shot that go up the most
Cop the blow, nock us no
Finger fuck the fair place, that`s in the stairway
Gut a motherfucker, gotta die to get airplay
If I can`t spray the airwaves, like a great AK
You stay where you lay babe, fuck you is what I dare say
Hatin` niggaz cuz it ain`t passion for rappin` or axin`
So sell extortion and jackin`, what`s happenin`?
What`s that? The clappin`, they`rekidnappin` Sergeants and Captains
I`ll be mackin` and actin` like a nigga scratchin` for super passion
(Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! Blap! C`mon!)
|Chorus: Treach (Method Man)|
Rotten and dazed cuz I may not be here tomorrow (eye-ee-eye, eye-ee-eye)
World feel the sorrow, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
Bullets in, barrels off, urban apparel
Like I told you before, click clack, blah blah blah bloaw yo
Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}
Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}
Ready to Rock & Roll (bum bum bum bum bum) {Ready to Rock & Roll}
|Method Man|
M.C.`s have the right to remain silent
Everything you say can and will be held against y`all punk muh`fuckers
And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya
Me need ya? That`ll be the.. day, ya bustas
Son suffer, the consequences, for askin`
Competition get an ass kickin` so tremendous
I throw my draws in it
Who representin` for The Projects tennants since Day One?
Shit is gettin` deep out here, run your garments son
Like niggaz when the police department come
Yes y`all, Mef y`all, stank ass an` all
I`m too off the hook it don`t make no sense to call
1-900-Eat-shit, I get get my cobra cock
Might death blow, close your eye
Chorus
|Redman|
Ready to Rock & Roll, I lock your load
I blow the block some mo`
Undercover like sellin` cops some blow
Bring a pain killer, my name ring a bell
Orangutang, I throw it up like gang members
Crunk as fuck, walkin` in with the pump tucked
Punks get it nigga, we even jump sluts
How `bout a dump truck sellin` 2 for 5
I ride with tools I made out of school supplies
I show you it`s not serious for y`all
Trouble, I got a phone on my wrist to call (bubble)
You niggaz know when you pissed `em off
I turn gorilla with football equipment on
Cla-cloaw-cla-cloaw, I`m `bout to tap ya foul
Danger, when the last Rotten Rascal out
Hang up, phone calls ain`t gon` happen now
An` I`m straight facin`, you niggaz can`t ask around
Chorus x2
