[Intro: Redman]

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

[Verse 1: Redman, Keith Murray]

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"

[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]

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

[Verse 3: Keith Murray]

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