[Redman]
  Def Squad, Wu Tang
  [laugh]
    (check it, check it out)
    [Verse 1: Method Man, (Redman in brackets)]
    (Yo yo Method Man, yo yo Iron Lungs)
  (Call us gorillas in the myst)
  (Raunchy vocalist)
  Your code name
  (Doc)
  (Whats yo' name)
  Hot Nix
  Who them slick kids puffin that shit holdin they dicks
  (Yo them same two drivin yo whip fuckin yo bitch)
  Hold me down son
  (Yo, I hold you down with the pound)
  You got a lot of buiscits
  (Ayo but where they at now?)
  Diggy down yo we resevior dogs, you puppy chow-chow
  Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin it now-now
  (Yo we bring the beef to you, infest it with the mad cow)
  Disease
  (We set to load)
  Cock and squeeze
  (Booya!)
  We too hard to hold off
  (One arm slam ya like Nicoli Volkov)
  When i dip dip dappa (dappa)
  The anti-socializa (liza)
  Everything be ice cream from _?_
  (We rock ya, knock ya fuckin whole team off the roster)
  (Starting lineup, Iron Lung)
  The funk docta
    [Verse 2: Method Man]
    Johnny blaze the ghost rider (uh)
  Ghost stories by the campfire (uh)
  The night breed (vampire!)
  Duckin from the head rushin (uh)
  Wu Tang production
  Precussions bringin reprecussions
  I hold my mike sideways bustin (bustin)
  Another one bites the dust and
  Cardiac arrest
  Clutchin your chest suckin your last breath
  In awe, period meth
  Nigga,
  dyin from papercuts, Bleedin to death
  Down these mean streets johnny quest (uh)
  From ASCAP to NASDAQ
  Get that money sack (uh)
  These habitats aint no place to raise family at (family at)
  These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats
  So watch you back when you come to the slum
  There aint nowhere to run from the iron lizard lung
  Blazes on stunts
  I be dippin in the sun
  My plates bear no one
  My uzi weighs a ton
  (Word up)
    [Verse 3: Redman]
  Pon Cocked
  The don juan doc
  Send crews back to the shoe shine box
  Connect the dots
  My description
  Black mel
  Yellow da mellow
  I make it hard for mc's to run neck and elbow
  With d-o
  Penal code
  We both to duck when he hear the bike
  Wit the squeaky clutch
  Swallow this hard act to follow
  You could parachute off my slang and use my rhymes to toggle
  I'm tense, so smooth i cant be fingerprinted
  I stomp harder in slow motion
  Yo fuck your appluad
  Bitches still rush me like they rushed the store
  Before the soul train award
  Incorporate a law
  Whoever aint raw get they hand chopped
  By jamal with the wu sword (whoo-ee!)
  My crew specializin
  Snakin yo bitch
  Robbin you while you on the floor
  Shakin your shit
  I'm doin me now i'll do you
  (Yo who you?)
  Doc
  I bomb shit through the conflicts crucial
  I be da black el nino
  I mean yo
  I'm supreme like the team show
  With the pay to cream fo
  (To see you sit down?)
  Yo, na we get the fuck up
  (And leave the one you wit)
  Then take off of usher
  Thats right, six double oh with chrome pipes
  U.S. marshals out to pen us up like Snipes
  (Throw it in drive)
  Fuck takin me and meth alive!
  (Yo, you look that-a-way)
  You look out the other side!