Redman - Neva Herd Dis B 4 lyrics

[Intro: Method + Redman] Deeper than Atlantis (yeah) I pray like a prayin mantis (yeah) It's all day (yeah!) Doc and Meth n***a (Red and Meth's in the motherf**in buildin yo) Brick City, yeah! Staten Island, yeah! Let's go (oh, yup! Let's go, yo) [Hook: Redman] Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block And my sound's so loud it'll make a n***a STOP He recognize who remains on top Let a motherf**er know, you never heard this befo' Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block And my sound's so loud it'll make a b**h STOP She recognize who remains on top Let a motherf**er know, you never heard this befo' [Redman] Y'all already know n***a... Yo, it's Funk Doc, my style never change Boy I think I still got it, like Eddie Kane Cause, nights like this, I bring the pain Introducing 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 p**n My Mobb is Deep, we know how to rise 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, n***a! [Hook] [Method Man] These n***as, wanna be Biggie, n***as wanna be 2Pac The only problem n***as is you not - look I got this two-shot dillinger, one shot for k**in ya If you ain't la familia n***a, 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 b**h spot, a n***a 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 f** your feelings, this is hard rock, stirrin the pot Watch me get 'em with this, hah [Hook] [Redman] 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? [Method Man] 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 n***as 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! [Hook] [Redman] Ha ha!