The ? Lyrics - Method Man

[Redman] 

Man he must've bumped his motherfucking head or something 

Yo 

Yo M.C.'s out there, you betta stand clear 

It's Funk Doc M.E.TH on da world premiere 

From New Jerz straight talk, america's best 

Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at 

Y'all amateurs act like hoes affendin us 

We're special eders go on tours on banana bus 

D. O. same m.o., drive through bricks 

Chicken shotty, that ass make me lie to my bitch 

Word to god doc throw more lines then fishin rod 

No stars, we're supergod non recouperb-alls (yo) 

Buttons is pressed to remove the press 

Press a bullshit, my index press a full clip (YO) 

Set up cones when I'm firing chrom 

I hittin ladies to old men in retirement homes 

Dail 9-1-1 runnin gun in the street dungeon 

Earth, moon and stars checkin out what the sun done 

Suspects change clothes 

Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove 

Hot to death, cops is vex 

I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex 

Drive by on the baja 

Snatch the cartier watch I 

Boucnce laughing off like clue "HAHA" 

Doc is like poppy, supplying you grand 

So breaka breaka while I turn it to the Shoalin Man 

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[Method Man] 

Foreva underground 

Nigga duck the mic when we come around 

Control hammer like the mighty Thor 

Bringin thunda down 

Now you're in store for predator 

Like refugees I come to settle score 

Half-baked medifore, that taste even better raw 

Hardcore holy war 

Hits from the resevoir, southpaw saboteur 

Land sharks get they chin checked when I jabba jaw 

Time to walk my labrodor 

Livin out my dreams, at the same time shatter yours 

Code red fill 'em full of lead 

Greatful dead live from Hemstead 

Tiger Kunk Fu know the ledge 

Check the full fledged knucklehead 

Clam bread, livin on the edge used to be the best 

Jack Frost sniffin at your nose, get your Suddafed 

Rap Cheech and Chong, me and Red official budda head 

Off track like O.D.B., I'm too black 

I'm like Zoro, I mark a Wu, sign your back, motherfucka 

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[Chorus:] 

(It aint even a question) This side niggaz too hardcore 

(It aint even a question) That side niggaz too hardcore 

(It aint even a question) In the middle niggaz too hardcore 

So what cha, what cha, what cha, want (What cha want?) 

(It aint even a question) Def Squad niggaz too hardcore 

(It aint even a question) Wu Tang niggaz too hardcore 

(It aint even a question) Def Jam nigga too hardcore 

(Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up) So what cha, what cha, what cha, want? 

[Redman] 

Yo stomp wit the big dogs 

Sick dog lurkin (Roof Roof) 

Doc bradshaw, behind ball plant and steel curtains 

Denver Bronco fan, glock squirtin 

Brick city, stering wheel hurtin 

Prepare y'all fast car for lane mergin 

Hasta manana, y'all crash like that Yanna cock block into gramma 

Got cock in Atlanta, rockin P.P.P. Bandanas 

While we fuck 'em on camera 

It's too late to plant bate for my click to fall 

We dodge boobie-traps and pitfalls and thick fog 

When I tee, LA ride, "It's y'alls" 

Website couldnn't find a site wit macintosh 

On John Walsh 

America's Most, aim for spots to put more in a terrier coat 

[Method Man] 

Uh huh, we speak for the unheard 

Caught in the matrix 

Sound from the subbasement, "Spread the word" 

Like uncureables from dirty bird, beyond basic 

John Wu these fake niggaz, give 'em replacements 

The thrilla of a park killer 

Bubonic plague any M.C., that swear he illa 

Inject the dufus wit the lupus 

Yukmouth rhymes that leave him toothless 

My filled fly and filled groupless 

Observe the record, livin out my name Repid 

Study man and all his methods 

And through his ethic, learn to expect the unexpected 

One step ahead I, return like Jedi 

Three hours behind your punk ass, catchin a red eye 

First class but cooler than coach, murder he wrote 

On the wall of the bathroom stalls shittin these quotes 

"Fuck you all" 

Scaredy cat kid, duckin these dogs 

You don't like us, then we don't like y'all. Lick The Balls! 

Be easy, speak easy 

This one be off the heazzzaaaayyy 

Like my pubic hair, black and greazzzzzaaayyyy 

[Chorus] 

(It ain't even a question) [x5] 

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