Redman, Method Man - Rite lyrics
[Redman, Method Man - Rite lyrics]
(Beloved) my vision gettin' clearer
I'm lookin' in the mirror
I'm sayin' to myself "that's a fly nigga"
Harlem is the city, got all my niggas with me
You know that they get busy
"lets ride nigga"
Dah, dah, daditty dah dee dah
Daditty dah dee day
You niggas know I'm hot "Rite"
Dah, dah, daditty dah dee day
Daditty dah dee day
You tryin' to take my spot "Rite"
All my fans say fck you in they fan mail
Cause I had they main girl on a hand held
I go to the store they try to pop my fan-belt
Then I body 'em in the
Street like Cornbread Earl
Boy I'm that thorough, I'm like a pitbull
Windex in the pen to make it crystal
170 but in rap I'm a big dude
So yeah, I got bars like a Gym Room
Boy I'm that dirty so tell the rap Jury
That tennis
The only way a nigga gon' serve me
My black Mac Bernie, I even mac Siri
Shit I'm killin' the Mic Like Conrad Murray
Get ya weight up boy, you wan' hustle with it
Even my protein bars got muscle in it
Pop my trunk, Pop Yours nothin' in it
I'm Cool so hol' up, Wait a minute let's go
"lets ride nigga"
Dah, dah, daditty dah dee dah
Daditty dah dee day
You niggas know I'm hot "Rite"
Dah, dah, daditty dah dee day
Daditty dah dee day
You tryin' to take my spot "Rite"
Lux I'm Loaded 'bout ready to spit a verse
On hater's I unloaded be ready
To get his hearse
I'm bout to send him notice If
Harlem don't get him first
Send him down to unemployment cause
Homey gone get this work (rite)
Hot Benz, every honey is top ten
If she Hops in
Then mo' than likely we not friends
Look I'm locked in, Hit you like Skelly
Your top spin first I pop
Then I'm out like Pirelli's on stock rims
Flyest in the game, still applyin' the pain
Since Milk was Top Billin'
And Lyte was ridin' the train
These paper thin villains get scraped
And thrown in the flame
85% of rappers is fake and so is they chain
Now that's a no-brainer 36 in my Chamber
Now a moment of silence I throw
A L up for Banga lyricist not a Singa
Don't ever forget it's Gangsta
Ladies they get the thumbs up coppers
They just get the finga (Beloved)
(Beloved) my vision gettin' clearer
I'm lookin' in the mirror
I'm sayin' to myself "that's a fly nigga"
Harlem is the city, got all my niggas with me
You know that they get busy
"lets ride nigga"
Dah, dah, daditty dah dee dah
Daditty dah dee day
You niggas know I'm hot "Rite"
Dah, dah, daditty dah dee day
Daditty dah dee day
You tryin' to take my spot "Rite"
I'm lookin' in the mirror
I'm sayin' to myself "that's a fly nigga"
Harlem is the city, got all my niggas with me
You know that they get busy
"lets ride nigga"
Dah, dah, daditty dah dee dah
Daditty dah dee day
You niggas know I'm hot "Rite"
Dah, dah, daditty dah dee day
Daditty dah dee day
You tryin' to take my spot "Rite"
All my fans say fck you in they fan mail
Cause I had they main girl on a hand held
I go to the store they try to pop my fan-belt
Then I body 'em in the
Street like Cornbread Earl
Boy I'm that thorough, I'm like a pitbull
Windex in the pen to make it crystal
170 but in rap I'm a big dude
So yeah, I got bars like a Gym Room
Boy I'm that dirty so tell the rap Jury
That tennis
The only way a nigga gon' serve me
My black Mac Bernie, I even mac Siri
Shit I'm killin' the Mic Like Conrad Murray
Get ya weight up boy, you wan' hustle with it
Even my protein bars got muscle in it
Pop my trunk, Pop Yours nothin' in it
I'm Cool so hol' up, Wait a minute let's go
"lets ride nigga"
Dah, dah, daditty dah dee dah
Daditty dah dee day
You niggas know I'm hot "Rite"
Dah, dah, daditty dah dee day
Daditty dah dee day
You tryin' to take my spot "Rite"
Lux I'm Loaded 'bout ready to spit a verse
On hater's I unloaded be ready
To get his hearse
I'm bout to send him notice If
Harlem don't get him first
Send him down to unemployment cause
Homey gone get this work (rite)
Hot Benz, every honey is top ten
If she Hops in
Then mo' than likely we not friends
Look I'm locked in, Hit you like Skelly
Your top spin first I pop
Then I'm out like Pirelli's on stock rims
Flyest in the game, still applyin' the pain
Since Milk was Top Billin'
And Lyte was ridin' the train
These paper thin villains get scraped
And thrown in the flame
85% of rappers is fake and so is they chain
Now that's a no-brainer 36 in my Chamber
Now a moment of silence I throw
A L up for Banga lyricist not a Singa
Don't ever forget it's Gangsta
Ladies they get the thumbs up coppers
They just get the finga (Beloved)
(Beloved) my vision gettin' clearer
I'm lookin' in the mirror
I'm sayin' to myself "that's a fly nigga"
Harlem is the city, got all my niggas with me
You know that they get busy
"lets ride nigga"
Dah, dah, daditty dah dee dah
Daditty dah dee day
You niggas know I'm hot "Rite"
Dah, dah, daditty dah dee day
Daditty dah dee day
You tryin' to take my spot "Rite"