Redman & Method Man - Freestyle

Oh my god... Oh my god!!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!
 Microphone checker, swinging sword lecture
 closing down the sector supreme neck protector
 Better warn 'em kid Mr. Method boiling pot
 about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
 for cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, it's all in together
 going all out together it don't take much to please me
 Still homes I'm never satisfied like the Stones
 we don't condone biting see them selling crossbones
 protecting what am writing don't clash with the Titan
 who blast with a licence to kill rap reciting
 C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home
 TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) ...put your lights out
 got the shit the cracking got you fiendin with your pipes out
 time for some action, surfing the avenue
 mad at you, where I used to battle crews
 back when Antoinette had that attitude
 Cover me I'm going in, walls closing in
 got us busting off these pistols
 my niggas got issues... again, same song
 armed with the mega bomb
 Blow you out the frame and I'm gone.
 I was gone too but we roam, cellular phones
 Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones
 don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown
 suckers break like Turbo
 and Ozone, when I, grab the broom
 moon-walk platoon hawk my goons bark
 leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true)
 three nines and a glove with mad soul D-Die in the car
 right behind on the bus
 Haters don't touch, weigh us both up
 now my neighbor doped up
 got the cable hooked up. All channels
 lift my shirt all Mammal
 you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos.
 sawed off shotgun
 hand on the pump, sipping on a forty
 smoking on a blunt
 bust my gun and Red and Meth didn't jump
 La la la la, la la la la
 yeah c'mon, Red and Meth didn't jump
 La la la la, la la la la