(car tires screeching to a stop) (car engine idling) (E-brake enganged) (steam whistle blowing) (energetic blues music) - [Redman] Microphone check,
one, two (I can feel it). Ayo, you ready to get down,
man? (Yo, whatever, man) Ayy, you ready to get
drunk? (Whatever, man) You, you sayin' somethin'? (Whatever, man) Ayo (whatever, man) (I can
feel it) Check it Kool V I keeps it bangin', keep it
swangin', might have you sayin' Ooh, la, la, la (so what ya sayin'?) Yo, I'm smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you, I keep your daughter
way out past her curfew, Hard, far from commercial
(so what you mean?) We don't give a care when we smoked out In the land that's doped out
(It's like that?) No doubt From this bomb weed,
I cop from the streets Get you open like butt cheeks
from girls who be freaks Ayo, can I be SWV.? (You the One) Rap Shogun, yes, E the one (chair legs banging on the floor) - [Nun] The county took a tax assessment on this property last month;
they want 5 thousand dollars. - [Method Man] Doesn't the
church have to pay that? They would if they were
interested in the place, but they aren't. The Arch Bishop wants to sell this building outright
to the Board of education. So what's going to happen to you? I'll be sent to the missions 5 grand? No problem. We will
have it for you in the morning. Let's go Oh No! I will not take
your filthy stolen money Well then I guess you're up shit creek. (Redman being hit with a
stick) Ow! I beg your pardon? I offered to help you, and
you refused to take our money. Mhmm? Then I said I guess you're up Shit Creek. (Method Man and Redman being
hit with a stick) Ow! Ow! Ow! (chair legs banging on the floor) Your boombox better form a union 'Cause I'll leave your
circus overworked, word bond they front like they want it But I be in the five hundred
with E steadily getting blunted you're cool at what you spitting So why you holding the blunt
so long politicking? (Huh) I ace them blunts with the
technician of electrician I don't got a pot to piss in
but still spend my last on hydroglycerin I keep it live, no jive, rollin' Dutches That's Masters like the Furious Five I, keep your crew chinky-eyed,
for bitches actin' dog (Can you hit it from the back?) Why not? While we toke
on this (I can feel it) We'll put the band back
together, we'll do a few gigs. Bang! 5 thousand dollars. Yeah, well getting the band back together might not be so easy Jake. What are you talking about? A split. They all got straight jobs. Yeah, so? You know where they are. You told me you were
keeping in touch with them. Yeah well I got a couple of
leads, a few phone numbers. But, how many of them ever
visited you or wrote you huh? But they are not the kind
of guys that "wrote letters" You were on the outside;
I was on the inside. You were supposed to keep
in touch with the band. And you told me we were
going to play then. Well what was I going to do?
Take away your only hope? Take away the very thing
that kept you going in there? I took the liberty... I'm
bullshitting you, okay? Yo, you ready to roll this
weed up? (Whatever, man) You ready to knock this
nigga out? (Whatever, man) Yo, you ready to get this
cheddar? (Whatever, man) You ready to start this
shit off? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it) I smoked with a lot of college students Most of 'em wasn't
graduatin' and they knew it You know the weed slang?
Yeah, boy, I speak it fluent I light your college dorm
with my entourage from Newark Bigger they come, harder they fall That goes for, knuckleheads,
MC's, pussy walls and all I lit my first L before I started to crawl Yo! We got a show!, Let's go! Whaat? I got my ass whooped
when I had my first brawl But things changed since
I was twelve years old I specialize in wrecking
mics and area codes now PPP the kind of niggas that'll bug with ya Smoke bud with ya, later
on stick a slug in ya Yo! Come on!, we got a show to do! Everything that's light
green ain't the bomb! I got different forms to
make you lose your calm, Read my lips, you ain't hitting
unless you got ten on it get on it, or get out my
cypher (I can feel it) You ready to roll this
weed up? (Whatever, man) You ready to rob this?
(Whatever, man) (I can feel it) You ready? (Whatever, man) You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it) Whatever, man, Whatever,
man (I can feel it) Whatever, man, Whatever,
man (I can feel it) (car engine revving) (police siren in background)
