My Zone!

Lyrics

[Intro: Redman] Yo, its on (Do that, do that) Crackers, crackers, niggas, niggas (Yo, yo, yo) This is a test of the emergency smoke-cast system Crackers, crackers, niggas, niggas Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it This is a test (Crackers, crackers) This— This— This is a test (Niggas, niggas) Of the emergency smoke-cast system (Yo, yo, yo) [Verse 1: Redman] Funk Doc is on a world tear Jumpin' 13,000 feet out a plane in the air like where The next ghetto I'm gon' run, I'm gonna shut them ear drums Until you talkin' sign language, there go son Walls start to bleedin' when my jaws is leakin' Doc do 200 first week, your label call a meeting Yeah, I'm gonna let the guerillas up in your building Kick your door, shoot up the ceiling, snatch the coke, kidnap the children Don't start lying about your tire being flat Or catching a allergy attack when I ask the batter when to bat Saddling them hoes like yee-haw Bitch, enjoy the tour while you're fuckin' the Doc 5 o'clock free ride Ambulance too late for them These paper-thin niggas, rob 'em at the ATM with a staple gun I'm a rookie scuba diver, holler You rap scholars do the knowledge, you won't make it through to college B to R-I-C-K, never worse those My lyrics to the mic is like my hormones to pornos Bitches keep the door closed (Ayo) [Chorus: Redman & Markie] Motherfuckers be tryin' to step in my zone I grab my chrome and I'm like, "Yo, it's on" Motherfuckers be tryin' to step in my zone I grab my chrome and I'm like, "Yo, it's on" Motherfuckers be tryin' to step in my zone I grab my chrome and I'm like, "Yo, it's on" Motherfuckers be tryin' to step in my zone I grab my chrome and I'm like, "Yo, it's on" (Ayo) [Verse 2: Markie & Redman] Who fuckin' with us? We bustin' your guts with lyrics Either you feel it or fear it (Hahaha) And smash the hardest artist regardless of steez I'm heartless with these (You ready?), cock it and squeeze With precise precision you better listen Guaranteed to blur your vision if we engage in collision Talk slick and be laid out in chalk I still stay out in Newark and blaze my way out the court So, nigga, fuck what you thought [Outro] Keep it bangin', keep it swangin', might have you sayin' (Ooh-la-la-la) So what ya sayin'? (Yo, I'm s—) Keep it bangin', keep it swangin', might have you sayin' (Ooh-la-la-la) So what ya sayin'? (Yo, I'm s—) This is DJ Say What lettin' the monkeys out, but we ain't spankin' it On W-Fuck All Y'all Radio The weather forecast calls for temperatures to be in the low thirties tonight So break out the Swiss Miss and the Henny And listen for the sign up to win tickets to Def Jam's Beat A Nigga Ass Ball The number to call in is 1-800-HAUL-ASS That's 1-800-H-A-U-L-A-S-S Now check out another cut