Method Man, Redman - How High (Remix)

Your latest record? You stole it from somebody else Takin' it from the top, top, tippy Sing it daddy (Sing it daddy) Heeey-Yeah Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! I gets down, rip sound With this Nick style Pistol, lick ground Get off my dick now Get crowded, hostile You get star style, timid, scared to get in it These dogs is raw crowd, unchained, untamed You know my name Act strange, pack play It's not a game The ill flows, that kills shows You can feel yo Kickin' in you do', like a steel toe For real do Y'all gonna learn to spit germs When you gon show out Big Worm Get burned, punks don't get turned They get done, and get sun, come get somtin' The last victim lye in a ditch Now who wanna fuck with Hot Nick Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit Me and Funk Doc get, toxic I pull a right, just some chop shit Don't make you Wu, you just imposters Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! You try to O.K Corral With Doc and Meth Tical Barsaloon fight without weapons out Strechmarks like belly on Kevin Lous One yard to score, only second down Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down Try'n to lock cash, bitch better bounce Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down Pound to echo loud, bout 7 miles Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down Uncut rhymes, won't even fit your file Baddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd Snitches, someone kiss to stitch you mouth Wilder then winos on a liquor drought Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dig 'em out Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth Love the ruckas and love to dish it out, fuckin' dig-i-tal Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Trust Ice, men of mice, ain't nothing nice Fuck your life Your tight is to light to fight We move right, on right night When Niggas bite We bust pipe, condo's that suck tight We all right, you all hype and ball trite In the Source, with half mic, you half lifed And half dead, blasted on a flatbed I'm past it, eyes red, the hashhead Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin' Take my turn frontin' Def Jam ain't heard nothin' yet Suspect, ruffnecks Book 'em Dan-o, you get busted Never leave home without my musket Thrust this, out for justice, clown You caught on Judgement Day, call Joe Brown Two MC's the town they be car bound Ashes to ashes, they all fall down Master be basket with hazardous tactics Send my automatic, full rap metal jacket Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Everywhere I go, all I ever seem to hear is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! No matter where I go, all I ever seem to see is BANG BANG!! BANG BANG!! Pow (yes) apocalypse now, the gun pow We be goin' down, diggy-diggy down Pow (yes) apocalypse now, the gun pow We be goin' down, diggy-diggy down Pow (yes) apocalypse now, the gun pow We be goin' down, diggy-diggy down Pow (yes) apocalypse now, the gun pow We be goin' down, diggy-diggy down Pow (yes) apocalypse now, the gun pow We be goin' down, diggy-diggy down