[E-Dub]Uh-huh, yeah yeah.. ahh yeah word up [Meth]Yo, yo-yo [E-Dub]Uhh.. [Red]Yo, yo, yo! [E-Dub]Redman.. ahh yo, Iron Lung [Red]Yo-yo-yo, yo.. Yo-yo, yo-yo [E-Dub]Word, E-Dub uhh, word.. yo
[Redman] Call us Guerillas of the Mist, raunchy vocalists (Your code name) Doc What's your name? (Hot Nix) (Who them slick kids puffin that shit holdin they dicks?) Yo them same two, drivin your whip, fuckin your bitch (Hold me down son!) Yo, I hold you down with the pound (You got a lot of BISCUITS?) Aiyyo but where they at now?
[Method Man] Diggy down down we Resevoir 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) cocks and squeeze (Boo-yah!) We too hard to hold off (One arm slam ya like Nicoli Volkov) When I dip-dip-diva (diva) the anti-socializa (liza) Everything be ice cream, observe the frusen-gladje [Redman] We rock ya, knock ya fuckin whole team off the roster Starting lineup, Iron Lung (and Funk Doctor)
"..funk with the Big Dogs" (4X)
[Method Man] Johnny Blaze the Ghostrider (uhh) Ghost stories by the campfire (uhh) We night breed (VAM-PIRE!) Be duckin from the head rushin (uhh) Wu-Tang production (uhh) Percussions bringin repercussions (uhh) I hold my mike sideways BUSTIN Another one bites the dust and (uhh) cardiac arrest clutchin (uhh) your chest suckin (uhh) your last breath, M-R, period, Meth Niggaz, dyin from papercuts, BLEEDIN TO DEATH Down these mean streets Johnny Quest (uhh) From ASCAP to NASDAQ, get that money sack (uhh) These habitats ain't no place to raise a FAMILY AT These alley cats (ha) be at war with these dirty rats (uhh) So watch your back when you come to the slums There ain't nowhere to RUN from the Iron Lizard Lung (uhh) Phasers on stun - I be givin it to Son My plate spares no one, "Miuzi Weighs a Ton"
[E-Dub]Word up, Meth yo
"..funk with the Big Dogs" (4X)
[E-Dub]Yeah, uh-huh, yeah
Check it, check it out (2X) "..funk with the Big Dogs"
[E-Dub]Yeah Dynamic Duo, uhh
[Redman] 'Pon cock, the Don Juan Doc Send crews back to the shoeshine box, connect the dots My description, black male, yellowed and mellow I make it hard for MC's to run neck and elbow with D-O, penal code, Deebo knows 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 can't be fingerprinted I stomp harder in slow motion.. den, den-den-den Yo, fuck your applaud, bitches still rush me like they rushed the store before Soul Train Awards Incorporate a law, whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped by Jamal with the Wu sword (whoooo-eeeee!) My crew specialize in, snakin your bitch Robbin you, while you on the floor, shakin and shit I'm doin me now do you (Yo, who you?) Doc I bomb shit til the Conflict's Crucial, I be the black "El Nino," I mean yo, I'm supreme like the team show witcha paid yo' cream fo' (To see us sit down?) Yo, nah we get the fuck up (And leave the one you wit) Then take her from Usher That's right, six-double-oh with chrome pipes U.S. Marshal's, out to pen us up like Snipes (Throw it in drive) Fuck takin me and Meth alive! (Aiyyo you lick that a-way) You lick out the other side!