Four Seasons Lyrics

Four Seasons lyrics

[Redman]
Bitch!
Brick City, yo
Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since
young
At 8 paint chips the rare moon ----
That pair mics, my
maintenance
I battle you and then me and Meth exchange shifts
For money,
to your house arrest anklet
I take it all, if not, here's a
thousand
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men
I'm constant,
on that paper chase
Blow zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8
Doc serve to you
to liquor in the plate
Battle royal, in the ring smoking like ought to owe
ya
Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment
Hit 95 then I hide with the
Waltons
Down South, the forty-four feela
I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo
nigga
I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga
Westside highway running,
homo nigga

[LL Cool J (Method Man)]
I'm the sultan of the
ghetto
The homicidal aficionado
I empty niggas out like Cristal bottles,
uh
When I battle, I'm breaking Bentleys down to gravel
I got the heat
right here, we ain't got to travel
I'm bigger than producers, I figured out
you losers
I knew my longevity confuse ya
Big paper game, come on run
into these flames
Recognize the power of the royal King James
Phantom
Menace, that's why niggas make faces like they drinking
Guinness
When
they realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, I've been platinum, been
spittin', uh
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
Platinum
links, chicky-eyed blonde hair, honeys sippin' rainbow
colored
drinks
Black thugs with white minks, ready to jack the
brink
Bend your little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
That's
why ya niggaz freeze when I step up in the building
The Godfather's here
giving blessings to his children
Carrots shine, the world all mine
Can't
believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Or bodies
they collect, black Gotti shot a tech
Them gangsta visions will have you ass
up in an ambulance
Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes
We can do this one
more time, I'll let you decide
The Alizae swigger, I clock twelve
figgas
Think Goulianni's rough I got some real shit for niggas
Never been
defeated, niggas retreated
Made the choice to be seated until my mission's
completed
Get loose, get loose, Method Man get loose
What the world gonna
do when my dogs get loose?
(Blaze one) Blaze one (Blaze one) Blaze
One
Blaze, blaze, blaze one

[Method Man]
Now four corners, four
seasons
Four MC's with four reasons to bring this game to its knees
And
why you down there, suck my dick
My whole motto is fuck it
Hit the smoke
shop and blow my budget
MC's abusing my bitch, using my shit
I'm hanging
off the roof with one hand, losing my grip
Now y'all don't wanna see me do
that, now do you?
Go straight cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you?
I do my
best work stressed out and under pressure
Deep inside the mind is where
you'll find my buried treasure
I'm still wild, still Tical
Still gritty
style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a song a six street
Pocket
full of chits
Too many rappers be on John Gotti's dick
Now this is
something that we don't rehearse
Put that rap shit second, and hip-hop
first

[Ja Rule]
Easy, ain't Nann niggas spitting like me
Nor
Murderers motherfuckin' INC
Niggas will pass me, look me in the face, ask
me
Are y'all really holdin' weight or did somebody gas me?
Ja the myth,
ready hand me the fifth let me explain
Your lil' man made me give him a
lift
So you ridin' with gangstas
I'm up to a whole lot of other
shit
Murderers is the clique, niggas can't deal with
Try it (Hataz) you
gonna get yours to the heart
Lesson tonight by the four-four
Niggas want
more than a little bit, hot shit
L.L. an Red
Ja Rule with Hot Nix I'm the
best at that shit
So bitches explain this
We ride dick so well, head game
from hell
I love making them yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't shit gon'
change, uh, uh

[Redman]
Yo Meth why don't you ask where all the ladies
at?

[Method Man]
Where all the ladies at?
All the ladies in the
house with the real hair
The clean underwear and she don't need welfare,
make some noise
Check this shit out