METHOD MAN & REDMAN - Neva Herd Dis B 4 lyrics

rate me

Deeper than Atlantis (yeah)

I pray like a prayin mantis (yeah)

It's all day (yeah!)

Doc and Meth nigga (Red and Meth's in the motherfuckin buildin yo)

Brick City, yeah! Staten Island, yeah!

Let's go (oh, yup! Let's go, yo)

Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block

And my sound's so loud it'll make a nigga STOP

He recognize who remains on top

Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this befo'

Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block

And my sound's so loud it'll make a bitch STOP

She recognize who remains on top

Let a motherfucker know, you never heard this befo'

Y'all already know nigga...

Yo, it's Funk Doc, my style never change

Boy I think I still got it, like Eddie Cane

Cause, nights like this, I bring the pain

Introducin 11th member of Wu-Tang, Liu Kang

Doc's spittin, fire out the palms

Sign the check and, me and the world get it on

If rap fail, you can bet I'm doin porn

My Mobb is Deep, we know how to ride in the "Storm"

I'm like Vince Vaughn, I keep it "Old School"

For the family I go to war like two-twos

Throw it on YouTube, tell 'em I'm ready

Biggie said he got room for me when I'm ready

Fast lane livin, Mario Andretti

Greasy lookin like them characters in "Belly"

Close your eardrums, this a recordin

Don't be unaware like the mayor of New Orleans, nigga!

These niggaz, wanna be Biggie, niggaz wanna be Tupac

The only problem niggaz is you not - look

I got this two-shot dillinger, one shot for killin ya

If you ain't la familia nigga, I'm not feelin ya

Tsst, hot; wheelie the block, watch the billin

We are hip-hop, real and you not, lock the buildin

Got them Ziplocks, ounces of weed, countin some G's

Up in this bitch spot, a nigga like me, I don't do tight tees

Or flip-flops, been a goon since the womb

And my dad had that herringbone chain with the spoons

Check the wristwatch - deposit the guns

Ain't hard to tell that he a big shot - don't plot on my ones

I carry the "Faith" like Big 'Pac – I carry the weight

See y'all don't get too carried away, and pay me what my salary say

Ha, Meth Doc, gettin that guap

Fuck your feelings, this is hard rock, stirrin the pot

Watch me get 'em with this, hah

Yeah, aiyyo, get that rap game on lock, NOTHIN

Rhymes like ours need E on production

Lil' kids listenin, we might corrupt 'em

"Public Enemy", Chuck D can't trust 'em

Name ain't Justin, but I rock "Timberlands"

Doctor, right, with the penicillin in

Get it? New Jersey Drive like midget

Ask five-oh and Dee-Bo how I whip it

Yo Meth, can you kick it?

Yes I can

And the "Kid" stay "Frost" like a Mexican

What's good vatos? Crops and candy cane, I got those

357's and three dice, I shot those

Every rapper talkin 'bout he hot, he not though

Hate to bust bubbles but that's what niggaz get popped fo'

Look - I got my glove, bat and ball

Catch me pitchin in the trap slingin drug raps and all

Let's go!