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Mi Casa
Method Man

Date Added: 2004-12-21 17:38:12

Redman:
Whatcu crazy??!!?
Since a buck tooth baby,
Doc is like straight fuck you, pay me like jay-z
Lazy niggas complain
Doc load up the cartridge and start kickin' game like
Acclaim
Those who you call dogs'll rat your name
Those who say they love you, attack your change
That's why i fold down 4 fingers
Say fuck the world and jimmy da earth out with coat
Hangers
Rap game n street game don't sleep
Its a cold world betta pack yer own heat
Niggas ain't happy to the cash on "e"
Then the hash and the cat and a bag's on me
Yeah right!!
My bear hugz air tight
New yorkerz know no turnin' on a redlight
Me against 40 of you? a fair fight
Microphones get took you shook? wear white!

Chorus
You don't got no ins in mi casa
And it's your stopper, meth tical man and funk docta

You don't got no ins in mi casa
Bomb droppa blow you out ya mind, who shot ya?

You don't got no ins in mi casa
Hit it hip hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hotta

You don't got no ins in mi casa
I'm warnin' you partna meth tical man and funk docta

Method man:
Every time i turn around somebody in my business
Time for you to testify, can i get a witness?
Actin' like bitch's
Dirty dick niggas look suspicous
Ain't physically fit for the fitness
Welcome to the game of death
Polly wanna biscut?
First prize a one way ticket to my shit list
And i spread it like a rumor or a sickness
Stand-by let a chicken head lay a chicklet
Can i slap a fat ass with da quickness?
Stupid ass niggas goin' raw and get da sickness
Comin' through son, mutha fuck you and your district
Misrepresentin', misinterpretin' and they misfit
Playboy, you ain't got no balls plus your dickless
And i'm like a plumber layin' pipe up in yo misses
No man can hold me, nor can control me
Next time you see me, holla like you know me!

Chorus


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