Erick Sermon, Redman, Keith Murray - Hostility lyrics

Yo, yo, yo
Ow! Motherfucker, sneakin' in your backyard
(You're quite hostile)
Jumpin' in your pool with
Your daughter, naked, haha
(You're quite hostile)
What you know about it? What
You know about it? (You're quite hostile)
What you know about it? Gorilla in the mist

Yo, why you buggin'?
I stick a 16 shot slug in your ear
Put it to my dick so you hear me comin'
ICU, critical, up on a stretcher
The 45 undresser, put on the pressure
You need a bulletproof overall suit
To protect your neck up
You dealin' then shuffle the deck up
Fuck the IRS, I'm the NRS
Nigga Revenue Service, Talico inserter
Murder, a six letter word to convert a
Beef, you better off flippin'
Beef at Fatburger
Yo Keith, pull out the burner
(He won't move any further)
Yeah, tannin' your body more
Than white boy surfers
I carry tools like Sears Surplus
So when I spit you catch heart murmurs
Word, you're sweeter than cupcakes
I concentrate to blow blocks where
Your crew pump weight
Each generation, rules the nation
Rock more spots than a hundred one dalmations
I'm not a hog, I'm a big dog with big balls
Lock it down like pit jaws to Crenshaw
Then y'all be like
He's jiggy like fat bitches with cellulite
Shakin' mics down like cops
First of the month, these thugs
Will leave your bones in
Harmony from the slug
I beat pussy down when I'm smokin' the lah
Bitches leave the room screamin' "Oh na na
Oh na na"

E-Dog, the mic demolitioner
The black superhero
Def Squad's the clique, we rock shit
'Cause we flossiest
No thug cats show us off in this
We the boss in this
Why think of double crossin' this
Your first thought so had me confused
Forget who I be and catch a eye jammy, herb
I live the life that's quite chill
On the hill with a glass
Of water and twenty mill'
Believe you me, E, I got a fresh flow
I keep it blazed like that fo' sho'
Some cats are sheisty, so I pack toast
My name ain't Next and y'all Too Close
The rap emperor, scorchin' hot
Be the temperature, let's see
Think I'm funny i make you laugh, goodfella?
I smack you down in front of your fans
Then watch the show in the stands, nigga
Don't fuck around, that's what I mean, yo
Def Squad comin' through again, El Niño

And why should we listen to you, anyway?
You's a sucker MC with a sucker DJ
I hit you with the Arm and the Hammer
Cocksucker, niggas in DC say bammer
Master thrasher on a binge for revenge
Make a hardcore nigga cry when
I kill all his friends
And force construction with my coalition
Bang a nigga in the chest for
Frontin' when he should be listenin'
I comes through too true
Like a half pit, half man
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Shut the fuck up, fuck you part two
I kill a rock and put a brick in the hospital