เนื้อเพลง 4 Seasons - Method Man

[Redman]:
B*tch
Brick City, yo
Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young
I ate 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 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 hide with the Waltons
Down South, the forty four feela
I'm a Dolo n*gga, you a Polo n*gga
I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho n*gga
Westside highway running, homo n*gga

[LL Cool J]:
I'm the sultan of the ghetto
The homicidal aficionado
I empty n*ggas out like Crystal bottles, uh
When I battle, I'm breakin' 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 n*ggas make faces
Like they drinkin' Guinness when they realize I'm not finished
I've been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin'
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm sh*ttin'
Platinum links, chicky eyed blonde hair,
Honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
Black thugs with white minks, ready to jack the brink
Bend your little wifey over, help her stretch out the kinks
That's why ya n*gga 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' sh*t
About their papers in their rhymes
Or bodies collect, black Gotti shot a tec
Them gangstas visions will have your 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 Alize swigger, I clock twelve figgas
Think Guliani's rough, I got some real sh*t for n*ggas
Never been defeated, n*gga's 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 dawgs 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, s*ck my d*ck
My whole motto is f*ck it
Hit the smoke shop and blow my budget
MC's abusing my b*tch, using my sh*t
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my grip
Now ya'll 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, still foul, crimi-niminal, individual
Sing a song six pence
Pocket full of chips
Too many rappers be on John Gotti's d*ck
Now this is something that we don't rehearse
Put that rap sh*t second, and hip hop first

[Ja Rule]:
Easy, ain't near n*ggas spitting like me
Nor Murderers motherf*ckin' I-N-C
N*ggas will pass me, look me in the face, ask me
Are ya'll really on the way or did somebody ask me
Ja the myth, ready to 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 sh*t
Murderers is the clique, n*ggas can't deal with
Try it (hatas) you gonna get yours to knife
Lesson tonight by the four-four
N*ggas want more than a little bit, hot sh*t
Ja Rule with hot Nick I'm the best at that sh*t
So b*tches explain this
We ride the d*ck so well, head game from hell
I love making them yell, my name
Rule baby, and ain't sh*t gon' change

[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 sh*t out