Method Man, Redman, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah - Four Minutes to Lock Down lyrics

Get it!
Haha, Funk Doc in the building, bitch
Ya'll already know the business, nigga, haha

Yo, let's get it, yeah, I'm with it
Streets on fire, I'm frying my dinner
Quick like Sugar Ray Leonard, one love
Any boy get served like tennis
Menace, you call a rap bulldog
Me and my pen form into Voltron
Cold, my heart built with a snowball
And I fuck old women like Zohan
Roll on like Mitchum
Barry Bonds this bitch when
The beat start pitching
I'm broke, my ATM ain't kicking
But what I drive, I build expensive
Look at me, nigga, I got it
In pocket, ask Houston how I 'rock-it'
If I go hungry, you getting robbed
By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics

Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit
Straight off the muthafucking concrete, nigga
You know how I go, word up, let's go
Three minutes left

Before all the cussing and the gunfights
Don't wanna run Nikes, yeah
Scramble when it sunlight
G's in my pocket of juice, blue goose
I'm a goon under the moon
Glow on the boosters
Yeah, deadily my sons regret me
Windpipe writing, the mic fighting
Respect me i'm from where it get down
Machete your mother
Snatch your brother, scrap you down
You know the deal, when we do this, chill
Catch me in Brazil, ratchet on
Little glass of Tequil'
I sware to the real, my real, if I don't win
Then I won't spend, I'm grabbing bill
That's the hammer, I'mma do this, nana
Niggas who hunt, snatch 'em
Up, bite the clip, the banana
And this is for them good niggas, blow that L
And that blow that well, and watch the book
Niggas

Yeah, watch them jooks, niggas, you
Know what it be, man
Word up, niggas staying alive
(Gotta kill these voices in my head)
Two minutes left Bunch of fucking roaches
Man

Jeter, married to the game without a pre-nup
And she don't act up, if I don't eat her
Damn, now that's what I call a diva
You sick, man? I'm what you call a fever
And I don't put no snow up in my cheeba
Pack a little heater
The game get colder in the freezer
Hit your little corner with the sweeper
Dance with the reaper, sharper than a fuck
Plus I'm laying in the cut
Like a half-moon Caeser
What you getting is the truth
My bird eye visions spot the
Pigeon in the coup same way I live it
How I spit it in the booth next to RZA
Ain't no nigga bigger than the group
Stat, fuck that, we come strapped
Bust gats, drug raps, and pump cracks
What you trying do nigga, we done done that
I'm off the gunrack, nigga put ya gun back

Yeah, you slow your blow, boy
You gon' lay where you lie, nigga
(Get rid of the crack, and flush that dust
Hurry, where the L, move, come on, freeze
Freeze) one minute left

Aiyo, I woke up in handcuffs
Heard the police wanted me dead
Big bullets and splashing all over
Kingpin's still moving that weight
And his main goon burned up a discotech
He's a hazard, classic, nigga
We got a flick of him
He jacked Nate, while he took the picture
And we tapped his crib
Bugs all in the jacuzzi
Under the seeds bed, we found an uzi
Trully, and we know about
His bitch in Charlotte pulled her over
State Troopers found two revolvers
And she told us them
Handguns "That's my fathers
And I'm licensed to carry
Those shit's regardless
Ya'll just played my man
Caught her with a million dollars
Worth of fireworks, coming back from Japan
It's nothing, ya'll police be fronting
And stop looking at my pussy, like
Ya'll want to suck it, i'm out
On ya'll pussies, catch me next time
Bye bye"

Alright, fellas stand back and
Watch the closing doors
Lock 'em up! Let's go, lights out