Method Man & Redman - Blackout

Meth] All my people! [Red] Yo yo yo yo Its funk dock where the weed at bitch? I speed back wiz down a one way from cops see that shit? Believe that shit Slaughter, straight to cam corder Too hot for tv my rap trall water My windpipes attached to project bawlers You yell turn the heat down My voice dvd round sound Some heard round town And chances are if your leaving, round now Wait later, we’ll make front page paper Date rape her, with juvenille 8th graders Hit the high school in 187 sezas When I bus you need to back 4 acres Doc y’all and that’s my name jabber jaw The shit list ready who next to scratch off Im from the underground my sound lift Platform shoes to bitches 400 pounds [Chorus] Get up stand up back up push up jump up Act up to make y’all feel it! Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up Blackout, shootout, smoke-out, move out Even knock the tooth out To make y’all feel it! Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up [Meth] number street talking, dog walking approach me with extreme caution oh now you forcing? My hand’ll rock you cradle offen Im hot scorching But stone cold like steve austin If you smell what the cow cookin try to See situation so tell your goon stop lookin know what you did last summer So I started hookin, u pass shookin off a open can of ass woopin aint no tommorrows in the methaz little shopahorus go ask for father who the father from the hill-da-harper you know the sarbor maruwana plus and goats larger with deadly medly y’all aint ready for chapawn and reggie don’t even bother the radio for back-up alright then your man got slap up, extorted for his icing street life is triffling (Buddy over here!) take it like tyson and bite a niggas ear percising, slicing juggulars the cuthroat ruckiger, predator viking exetera peoples chant nigga we taking all competitors reaching for the microphone, relax and light a bone straight from the catacomb, the children of the corn (don’t got a clue) we call the desert storm [Chorus] Get up stand up back up push up jump up Act up to make y’all feel it! Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up Blackout, shootout, smoke-out, move out Even knock the tooth out To make y’all feel it! Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up [Red] I scored one point one on my S A T and still Push a whip with a right and left A C Gorilla, big dog if my name get called behind a brick wall With arsenic jaws Spit poison, got a gun permitt draw Gundown at sundown you keep score This training course and y’all aint fit on my crew tombstone But we all aint shit [Meth] all you gonna be, wanna be, when will ya learn? wanna be doc and meth, gotta wait your turn. I spit a 41 revolver on new years eve with the mike in the hand, I mutilate MC’s The most slept on since rick man way My shit stink from every element from A to Zee So what u think? Im a black out on just one drink? You must be crazy A little off the wall maybe – go get a shrink [Chorus] Get up stand up back up push up jump up Act up to make y’all feel it! Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up Blackout, shootout, smoke-out, move out Even knock the tooth out To make y’all feel it! Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up