[Method Man on a phone]
Ayyo, this is Meth, a-k-a Johnny Blaze
Word up and this is second out the Drunken Master
Yeah, I`m fucked up right now- What?!
[Drunken Master (Redman)]
Ayyo, we gon` swing it to the Jersey side, you-know-what-I-mean?
Drunkenstyle `99, Drunken Master up in here ridin` for you and your`s,
you-know-what-I`m-sayin`? I got my man Redman up in here
and he about to do his thing on the freestyle shit, word up
(Ohhhhh, I`m in this thing like this)
So Reggie Noble, get in and do your thing,
get in where you fit in
Set it off like thiiiiiis
(Ohhhhh.)
[Redman]
I`ma start it like this: niggas ride dick
Come to the D-Town, shit sick
Slap a bitch across her face
Who `dat comin` through? Erase the taste out `cha mouth
then I hide out down South
Tell my Grandma I need a glock out
She be like, `Son, what you on the run for?`
It`s the Funk Doc comin` through wit` Resevoir
Dogs type of material- Veinarial
Disease, squeeze on these weak-ass M.C.`s
Why ya bitch sweatin` me, Rock The Bells,
I battle yo` ass `til her feet is out like Chanels
And we could go on for days
Whose `dat nigga runnin` like roaches, spray the Raid
Wit` my niggas in the D, rollin` up the Gands
Anybody wanna test Doc, put up ya hands
Pull out a nine, bust ya mind
When I click, my toungue click like synchronized nines
And I rob ya town and I get down
Pull out the four-pound, br-br-br-br-br-brown
Yes, y`all- Grab my balls
Y`all mothafuckas vacade your college dorm halls
and I stand still, kill at will
Whose that nigga peelin` back bananna peels, cocked back.
The dirty rat on the street
All you weak M.C.`s don`t wanna test me, want beef?!
Yes, y`all- And I bring it on back
like O.D.B., Bring It On Back!
[Drunken Master]
Uh. Yo, yo.
Up in the sky, playa, who could it be?
Drunken Master, creepin` through the 3-1-3
My nigga Reggie Noble, yo, he got my back
We layin` niggas flat and blazin` up back-to-back
sacks and when I come through mashin` and dumpin`,
niggas be like `That`s Dre The Drunken... (Drunken Master)
...Master` `Bout to blast you wit` the four-pound
Lay you down and escape through the Underground
Blurry like the fog, ridin` wit` my dog
Drunken Mast choke you out like L-A smog
Comin` though with that `99 freestyle
Me and Funk Doc mashin` down 7 Mile
Drunkenstyle `99, nigga- Hell yeah
Wha-wha-what?!
[Redman (Drunken Master)]
Drunkenstyle `99,
Drunken Master
Illin` comin` down and I fuck a bitch faster
Word is bond, no jokin`
Everything I be tokin` and smokin`
is out of this world and I take your
girl, rob her for her Shirling coat and dope
Never sniff coke but I`m broke
Got a little change in my pocket wit` a rope (Where`s it at?)
around my neck wit` a medallion hangin`
I`m on the bitch` big ass, twelve bangin`
like... I flip my styles like dyke
and rob a white boy for Bajha Bike
I`m trife and your wife like it
If you throw the football, I`ma spike it
down in your mouth and I pull the glock out
like... and that`s hype
That type... `ll slap ya ass
Who `dat, pull out the gun and clap ya ass?!
Just because I rap, I`m not a sucka
Grab the mic like Hulk Hogan, `Well, ya know Brother?!`
What`s this? Comin` down,
Funk Doc rob the ice off your wrist
and tell you, smell you
While I locked down, I`m crazy. Locked down in Bellview
That`s in New York, M.C.`s feel me
Jersey representin`, come hittin`
like you saw Tupac wit` two glocks
Pull out two guns and I bust it on two cops
and I ask who da best
If you don`t like me, I put thirty-eight more slugs in your chest
Wit` my man Drunken Masta
Take over this town, run it out of sound
Give a fuck (Shut it down)
And I start spittin` darts out the tongue, niggas duck!
Peace to my man Jigga-J,
my man DMX. What `cha say?
My man Meth-Tical, Def jam style
If you don`t like Doc...
[End is carried into My City]
...you can kiss my ass!
You can kiss my ass!
Yo, you can kiss my ass!
Yo, yo, yo- it don`t stop
Yo, it don`t quit
