*All My People...!*


Redman


It's Funk Doc


Where Da Weed At, Bitch?!


I Speed Back Wist, Down To One-way From Cops


See Thas' Shit?! Believe Thas' Shit!


Slaughter Straight To Camcorder, I'm Too Hot For T.v.


Backdraw Water, My Windpipes Attached To


Project-ballers


You Yell: "Turn The Heat Down!"


My Voice, D.V.D. Round-sound, Some Herb Round Town


And Chances Of Ya'll Leavin', Round Now


Wait Later, Will Make Funk Page Paper


Date Raper Wit' Juvenile 8th Graders


Hit The High School At 187 Caesar


When I Bust Ya'll Need To Back 4 Acres


Doc Ya'll And That's My Man Jabberjaw


The Shitlist Ready, Who Next To Scratch Off?


I'm From The Underground, My Soundlib


Platform Shoes To Bitches, 400 Pounds!





Chorus: Meth & Red





GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH 'EM


JUMP UP, ACT UP TO MAKE YOU FEEL IT!


Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM


Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM


Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT


MOVE OUT, EVEN KNOCK THE TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE YA'LL FEEL IT!


Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM


Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM





Method Man:


Now I'm The Streettalkin', Dogwalkin'


Approach Me With Extreme Caution, OH NOW YOU FORCIN'?


My Hand That Rock Yo' Cradle Often


I'm Hot-scorchin', But Stone Cold Like Steve Austin


If You Smell What Tical Cookin', Ain't Try To See


Central Bookin'


So Til Ya Gon' Stop Lookin', Now What You Did Last


Summer?


So I Started Hookin', You Past Shookin'


Over Open Can I Ass-whoopin'?


Ain't No Tomorrows In The Method's Little Shop Of


Horrors


Go Ask Your Father Who The Father From The Hill To


Harbor


You Know Tha Saga, Marijuana Bustin' Goldschlaager


With Deadly Medley, Ya'll Ain't Ready For Shakwon And


Reggie


Don't Even Bother, The Radio For Back-up


Alright Then, Ya Man Got Slapped Up Extorted For His


Icin'


Streetlife Is Triflin' *Body Over Here...!*


Col' Make Me Pu