Method Man & Redman Cheka

(feat. Redman)



[Redman]



Bricki-di-roaw!

Steppin out the crowd throwin bolos

Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44s

Loadin it up, packin it back, ready to splash for real

Spit flows out the gail, God tried to bail

Its hectic, 45-6 gimme ya grips

Thats more dollars in them tongues in them go-go chicks

Bitch Im drunk, pumpin slugs out of canon

Shot ya after-party down with Meth and Red in

Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, NO JOKE!

And when I hit the pussy call me Daddy Long Strope

Or Ana, Im hittin pigeons out in Atlanta

Banana--Split, HOT TWO..SPIT! OOH SHIT!

Spickin ya rippin ya four or ya funds

I wet ya like a 141 watergunz

Cocky like Rocky, got ya scared to death!

So hold on ya bitches, cuz here come RED-METH!



[Chorus:]



Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!

Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fuckin neck-a

Rememba these?!

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!



[Meth]



Okay the hey hey baby, me and Doc about to blow

My Saturday nights so special and they pointin at yo nose

Aiyyo, save the speculations and the rumours

Comin sooner then you think I knock a phat bitch outta blumors

Givin tumors, hardcore, givin it to em raw

Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I jap-a-jaw

One-two, no ending or beginning to my cypher

Im winning, tell the news like Peter ?

Depending on any givin day Im representin

The struggle, my great grand who lived thru the linchin

Oh yes yall, if you got the weed, who got the blunts?

Take a guess yall, Kool-Aid bustin thru the wall

Mr.Meth yall, HAH-CHU! Comment allez-vous

I used to hawk chickens, now Im maxin with Badu

I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton

Im swingin a track from Staten, cuz that is where Im from



[Chorus til the end]
[ Cheka Lyrics ]