Chorus One: Redman, {Rock} - repeat 2X
Aiyyo there`s {there`s} no {no} chance in hell
{No chance in hell}
you gonna take what`s mine, you`re just too frail
Aiyyo there`s {there`s} no {no} chance in hell
{No chance in hell}
you gonna take what`s mine, you`re just too frail
[Redman]
Are you ready for war? Then bring it on
and I Kraftmatic like a stripper;
when it`s out you throw your cash at it
Hope I don`t rat-tat-it from the hash and grass addict
I spit and mad rap-it like I took a bad package
You pay tolls to the drummer, I EZ-Pass at it
But when it`s time I bad habit, let the Mac at it
You don`t want what we got in store
Keep your mother-in-law indoor when we walk outdoor
Dem four paws on my Benz what you shoppin for
You looked at your rims was like,
What I cop them for?
Cause I`ma Brick City native, spit nice like Jada`
Sheik style invades ya private property and lay ya
down for the count, so I`m round in the mouth
You say they town in the house, so I`m drownin em out
That`s like seein(?) Atlantic Ocean in a frantic motion
When I write my hand is open, other one is catipultin
onto white sheets we fight to the white meat
Spillin on your 325 icey, wifey
I ain`t sayin I`ll do it, I got [niggaz] that will
I go to the Benz dealer, test drive it and peal
{ERRRR!} I be leaked out like (?? ??) pad of em
with ghetto chickens that can stash 30 bags of em
I`m at the club with Boot Camp ready to bag somethin
to take yo` [shit] like yo` punk-ass never had nuttin
Chorus Two: Redman, {Rock} - repeat 2X
Aiyyo there`s {there`s} no {no} chance in hell
{No chance in hell}
you gonna take what`s mine, you`re just too frail
{You can`t beat me} you ain`t got no chance in hell
{You can`t see me} you ain`t got no chance in hell
[Rock]
Everytime, befo` I catch you, and make you pay
Everyone here works for me, I have em break two legs
two arms, and - two of your ribs for mistakes you made
The [nigga] that you hate that hate`ll make you hate yo` fate
Don`t ever utter-or-mutter a word soundin like a threat
You see that slew of bruisy dudes, guess who writes them checks?
ME, B-U, double-M, double-E, Jab
Bummee Jiddab, my soldiers play the back
Magnum Force Corporation - family bidness is what you facin
We like immigration - we send you back to where you came from
I display the, real meanin of danger with a rusty gemstar banger
or I have your baby momma flame ya
I got away with, [shit] that`ll get you life
But I only got one felony - I COULD STICK YOU TWICE
From Brick City to Brownsville do you [niggaz] think it`s on
like many a gambler`s bankroll, you`ll soon be gone
Chorus Two
{*various samples and scratches*}
Chorus Two
[Redman]
Aiyyo (aiyyo) aiyyo (aiyyo) there`s..
