Various Artists - How's That? lyrics

[Intro: Redman] Huahhhhh! Ha ha, ayyaah, owww owww Funked out, word is bond, word is bond Then you ayyyayyyah ha In the mother, in the motherf**in house With a dick in your mouth Word is bond, word is bond [Verse 1: Erick Sermon] I freak a technique Goin Way Back like Just-Ice And don't think twice because I'm nice I come from the Mothership unknown to man With a blunt in my hand, a mic in the other hand God damn I slam I jam like this Sure nuff, my rap style is Cold Crush And plus, I tears the roof off the mothers**er My brother, fly sh** that makes Stevie Wonder Heyyyy, who can it be now watch out It's the E live in 3-D with Keith and R-E-D I gets down for my troops And I ahh... get-it get-it get-it like Luke For those, who don't believe my sk**s get these I got mad expertise, for all you duck MC's I'm funky like G Thing my n***a I wanna know who's up in here, before I pull the trigger [Hook] [Is New York up in here? HELL YEAH Is Def Squad up in here? HELL YEAH Is NJ up in here? HELL YEAH The Green Beret's up in here! HELL YEAH] [Verse 2: Redman] Verbally, I sew the brains up like Trapper John M.D. got nine millis made of lacquer Count Dracula, back with the, tow-truck with the Get Biz like Mark fuel-injected like Maximus My style sicker than an AIDS victim drinkin forty-five malt liquors I roll the spliff up The underground, slam, shock like Shazam Check my Jams get Def when I kick Methods like Man Computerized Robocop sounds I drop in sequence Funky to d**h so ask that old b**h where the beef went When I do em, I glue em, stick em like Patrick Ewing My sh** bumps like Puerto Rican people moved in Next door, I get raw with the grrrahhhh! Call four-one-one cause I'm Ghetto Red Hot Bo bo bo! Funk Doctor Spock catch a bruisin My style gets respect fifty m**ms You hang on strings like loose ends, with my hands on the nine Watch yo nugget b**h, I get busy with mines [Hook] [How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines) How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines) How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines) How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines It's Keith Murray)] [Verse 3: Keith Murray] I come rollin in when I see that low flow Heckuva foe, heard a gun and settled for a metaphor I'm naive between the sleeves of the sheets Murderin, who should ever try to f** with me Murray word is bond gets it on And ready to blow any n***a out the cypher of the sniper hype at dawn Long live Def to the Squad And we smokin everybody out there, sh** it ain't that hard I brings cla**ic drama microphone enbalmer Have your momma beg behind bars for your kidneys tomorrow My murderous apprentice E Dub Makes hard funk beats that I become part of When I be like A-E-I-O-U or battle n***as be like who who who who who like night owls The most beautifullest thing in this world Is I sh**ted, and y'all was with it dig it