METHOD MAN & REDMAN - Four Minutes To Lock Down lyrics

rate me

Get it!

Haha, Funk Doc in the building, bitch

Ya'll already know the business, nigga, haha

Yo, let's get it, yeah, I'm with it

Streets on fire, I'm frying my dinner

Quick like Sugar Ray Leonard, one love

Any boy get served like tennis

Menace, you call a rap bulldog

Me and my pen form into Voltron

Cold, my heart built with a snowball

And I fuck old women like Zohan

Roll on like Michem, Barry Bonds this bitch

When the beat start pitching

I'm broke, my ATM ain't kicking

But what I drive, I build expensive

Look at me, nigga, I got it

In pocket, ask Houston how I 'rock-it'

If I go hungry, you getting robbed

By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics

Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit

Straight off the muthafucking concrete, nigga

You know how I go, word up, let's go

{Three minutes left... }

Before all the cussing and the gunfights

Don't wanna run Nikes, yeah, scramble when it sunlight

G's in my pocket of juice, blue goose

I'm a goon under the moon, glow on the boosters

Yeah, deadily my sons regret me

Windpipe writing, the mic fighting, respect me

I'm from where it get down, machete your mother

Snatch your brother, scrap you down

You know the deal, when we do this, chill

Catch me in Brazil, ratchet on, little glass of Tequil'

I sware to the real, my real, if I don't win

Then I won't spend, I'm grabbing bill

That's the hammer, I'm a do this, nana

Niggas who hunt, snatch 'em up, bite the clip, the banana

And this is for them good niggas, blow that L

And that blow that well, and watch the book, niggas

Yeah, watch them jooks, niggas, you know what it be, man

Word up, niggas staying alive (Gotta kill these voices in my head)

{Two minutes left} Bunch of fucking roaches, man

Jeter, married to the game without a pre-nub

And she don't act up, if I don't eat her

Damn, now that's what I call a diva

You sick, man? I'm what you call a fever

And I don't put no snow up in my cheeba

Pack a little heater, the game get colder in the freezer

Hit your little corner with the sweeper

Dance with the reaper, sharper than a fuck

Plus I'm laying in the cut like a half-moon Caeser

What you getting is the truth

My bird eye visions spot the pigeon in the coup

Same way I live it, how I spit it in the booth

Next to RZA, ain't no nigga bigger than the group

Stat, fuck that, we come strapped

Bust gats, drug raps, and pump cracks

What you trying do nigga, we done done that

I'm off the gunrack, nigga put ya gun back

Yeah, you slow your blow, boy

You gon' lay where you lie, nigga

(Get rid of the crack, and flush that dust

Hurry, where the L, move, come on, freeze, freeze)

{One minute left}

Aiyo, I woke up in handcuffs, heard the police wanted me dead

Big bullets and splashing all over

Kingpin's still moving that weight

And his main goon burned up a discotech

He's a hazard, classic, nigga, we got a flick of him

He jacked Nate, while he took the picture

And we tapped his crib, bugs all in the jacuzzi

Under the seeds bed, we found an uzi

Trully, and we know about his bitch in Charlotte

Pulled her over, State Troopers found two revolvers

And she told us them handguns "That's my fathers

And I'm licensed to carry those shits regardless

Ya'll just played my man, caught her with a million dollars

Worth of fireworks, coming back from Japan

It's nothing, ya'll police be fronting

And stop looking at my pussy, like ya'll want to suck it, I'm out

On ya'll pussies, catch me next time, bye bye"

Alright, fellas stand back and watch the closing doors

Lock 'em up! Let's go, lights out