Method Man, Redman - Neva Herd Dis B 4 lyrics
[Method Man, Redman - Neva Herd Dis B 4 lyrics]
Deeper than Atlantis (yeah)
I pray like a prayin mantis (yeah)
It's all day (yeah) doc and Meth nigga
(Red and Meth's in the
Motherfuckin buildin yo)
Brick City, yeah! Staten Island, yeah!
Let's go (oh, yup! Let's go, yo)
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block
And my sound's so loud it'll
Make a nigga STOP
He recognize who remains on top
Let a motherfucker know
You never heard this befo'
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block
And my sound's so loud it'll
Make a bitch STOP
She recognize who remains on top
Let a motherfucker know
You never heard this befo'
Y'all already know nigga
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
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 porn
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, nigga!
These niggas, wanna be Biggie
Niggas wanna be 2Pac
The only problem niggas is you not - look
I got this two-shot dillinger
One shot for killin ya
If you ain't la familia nigga
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 bitch spot, a nigga 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
Fuck your feelings, this is hard rock
Stirrin the pot
Watch me get 'em with this, hah
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 write wit the pen and seal it in
Get it? New Jersey Drive like midget
Ask five oh and Dee-Bo how I whip it
Yo Meth, can you kick it?
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 niggas 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!
I pray like a prayin mantis (yeah)
It's all day (yeah) doc and Meth nigga
(Red and Meth's in the
Motherfuckin buildin yo)
Brick City, yeah! Staten Island, yeah!
Let's go (oh, yup! Let's go, yo)
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block
And my sound's so loud it'll
Make a nigga STOP
He recognize who remains on top
Let a motherfucker know
You never heard this befo'
Yeah, I'm comin down yo' block
And my sound's so loud it'll
Make a bitch STOP
She recognize who remains on top
Let a motherfucker know
You never heard this befo'
Y'all already know nigga
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
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 porn
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, nigga!
These niggas, wanna be Biggie
Niggas wanna be 2Pac
The only problem niggas is you not - look
I got this two-shot dillinger
One shot for killin ya
If you ain't la familia nigga
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 bitch spot, a nigga 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
Fuck your feelings, this is hard rock
Stirrin the pot
Watch me get 'em with this, hah
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 write wit the pen and seal it in
Get it? New Jersey Drive like midget
Ask five oh and Dee-Bo how I whip it
Yo Meth, can you kick it?
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 niggas 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!