Method man & Redman - "Neva Herd Dis B 4" Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man (Redman)]

Deeper than Atlantis, I pray like a praying mantis
It's all day (yeah) Doc & Meth, nigga
(Red & Meth in the muthafucking building) Brick City
Staten Island (yeah) Let's go (yeah yeah)

[Chorus 2X: Redman]
Yeah, I'm coming down your block
And my sound so loud it'll make a nigga/bitch stop
He/she recognize who remains on top
Let a muthafucka know, you never heard this before

[Redman]
Yo, it's Funk Doc, my style never change
Before I think, I still got it, like Eddie Kane
Cuz nights like this, I bring the pain
Introducing the 11th member of Wu-Tang
Liu Kang, Doc spittin', fire out the palms
Sign the check then me and the world get it on
If rap fail, you can bet I'm doing 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-two's
Throw it on YouTube, tell 'em I'm ready
Biggie said he got room for me, when I'm ready
Fast lane living, Mario Andretti
Greasy looking them characters in Belly
Close your eardrums, this a recording
Don't be unaware like the mayor of New Orleans, nigga

[Chorus 2X]

[Method Man]
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 to killing ya
If you ain't la familia, nigga, I'm not feeling ya
Hot, wheelie the block, watch the villain
We are hip hop, real and you not, lock the building
Got them ziplocks, ounces of weed, counting 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 heroin bone chain with the spoon
Check the wrist watch, the size of the guns
Ain't hard to tell that he a big shot
Don't plot on my ones, I carry the faith
Like Big Pop', I carry the weight, so ya'll don't get too carried away
And pay me what my salary say, hah
Meth, Doc, getting that gwop, fuck your feelings
This is hard rocks, stirring the pot, watch me get 'em, with this hack

[Chorus 2X]

[Redman]
Aiyo, get that rap game on lock, nothing
Rhymes like ours need eon production
Little kids listening, we might corrupt them
Public Enemy, Chuck D can't trust 'em
Name ain't Justin, but I rock Timberlands
Doctor write with the 'pen and seal it in'
Get it? New Jersey Drive like midget
Ask 5-0 and Divo how I rip it
Yo, Mef, can you kick it?

[Method Man]
Yes I can
And the 'kid' stay 'frost' like a Mexican
What's good, vatos? Crops and candy canes, 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 for
Look, I got my glove, bat and ball
Catch me pitching in the tracks, slinging drug raps and all, let's go

[Chorus 2X]

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