Method Man, Redman, Ja Rule, LL Cool J - 4 Seasons lyrics

Bitch! Brick City, yo
Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young
I ate paint chips the rare moon
That pair mics, my maintenance
I battle you and then me
And Meth exchange shifts
For money, to your house arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones
With bail bonds men
I'm constant, on that paper chase
Blow zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve til you lickin' the plate
Battle royal
In the ring smoking like Doc out of oil
Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the Waltons
Down South, the forty-four feela
I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga
I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga
Westside highway running, homo nigga



I'm the sultan of the ghetto
The homicidal aficionado
I empty niggas out like Cristal bottles, uh
When I battle
I'm breaking Bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat right here
We ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than producers
I figured out you losers
I knew my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run into these flames
Recognize the power of the royal King James
Phantom Menace, that's why niggas make faces
Like they drinking Guinness
When they realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, I've been
Platinum, been spittin', uh
Been eatin'
Been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum links
Chinky-eyed blonde haired honeys sippin'
Rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with white minks
Ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifey over help
Her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya niggas freeze when I
Step up in the building
The Godfather's here giving blessings
To his children
Carats shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit
About papers in their rhymes
Or bodies they collect
Black Gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta visions will have you
Ass up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes
We can do this one more time
I'll let you decide
The Alize swigger, I clock twelve figgas
Think Giuliani's rough I got some
Real shit for niggas
Never been defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be seated
Until my mission's completed
Get loose, get loose, Method Man get loose
What the world gonna do when
My dogs get loose?
(Blaze one) Blaze one (Blaze one) Blaze One
Blaze, blaze, blaze one

Now four corners, four seasons
Four MC's with four reasons to bring
This game to it's knees
And while you down there, suck my dick
My whole motto is fuck it
Hit the smoke shop and blow my budget
MC's abusing my bitch, using my shit
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand
Losing my grip
Now y'all don't wanna see me do that
Now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you?
I do my best work stressed
Out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is where
You'll find my buried treasure
I'm still wild, still Tical
Still gritty style, still
Foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a song of sixpence
Pocket full of chit's
Too many rappers be on John Gotti's dick
Now this is something that we don't rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and Hip-Hop first

Easy, ain't Nann niggas spitting like me
Nor Murderers motherfuckin' INC
Niggas will pass me, look me in the face
Ask me are y'all really holdin' weight or
Did somebody gas me? Ja be the myth
Reggie hand me the fifth let me explain
Your lil' man made me give him a lift
So you ridin' with gangstas
I'm up to a whole lot of other shit
Murderers is the clique
Niggas can't deal with try it
(Hataz) you gonna get yours to the heart
Lesson tonight by the four-four
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot shit
LL an Red, Ja Rule with Hot Nix
I'm the best at that shit
So bitches explain this
Who ride dick so well, head game from Hell
I love making them yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't shit gon' change, uh, uh