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Tear It Off Lyrics

Artist: Method Man
Album: Blackout!

Intro:

[Redman]

Yo man glorious

This is protected

By the Red

[Method Man]

And Tical

[Redman]

Slap it down

[Method Man]

Way out of bound

[Redman]

Throw in your towelz

[Method Man]

Fo' we gun down

Verse 1: Redman

Yo, flipmode,

toiletbowls explode

When Doc come drop a shitload

Grip fo's

Mushrooms, dick those

Deep pistol

Whip hoes

I bitch O's

Money, Roll, I stick a zipcode

Tiptoed, before Doc escape row

Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose

My Benz too, with wings and 6-0's

My flows is North Pole cold

My hands got area's that fits snow

Doc, fixin' hoes in disco's

My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes

Shows, Niggas pack 6 rolls

We're losin' 'em

His hart won't get pulse

Pack you bags off a 10 percent doze

, I could hum and shit cold

Chorus: Redman

Yo, yo tear the roof off

Yo, yo tear the roof off

Back off, don't make me shoot y'all

You don't want to fuck with us

You don't

Verse 2: Method Man

I get scanned, rip sand

With this stick style

Pistol, lick ground

Get off my dick now

Kick crowd, hot style

You-get-shot-style

Timid, scared to get in it

These dogs is rock rowd

Unchained, untained, you know my name

Act strange, pack flame

It's not a game

The ill flows, that kills shows

You can feel yo

Kickin' in you do', like a steel

Go for real dough

Y'all gon learn I spit germs

When you come shot on Big Worm

You gets burned

Punks don't get turned, they get done

And get sun, come get some

The last victim lye in a ditch

Now who wanna fuck with Hot Nick

Niggas chew gum with they ass and pop shit

Me and Funk Doc get,

toxid

Up all the rightness

I'm chopstick

Go make your Wu just imposters

Chorus

Verse 3: Redman

You try to O.K Corel

With Doc and Meth Tical

Barsaloon fight without weapons out

Strechmarks like Belly on Kevin Lous

On yard to score, only second down

Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down

Try to lock cash, bitch better bounce

Boyfriend jumpin', Meth shut 'em down

Pound to echo loud, bout 7 miles

Doc, dirty Jersey, hunt 'em down

Uncut rhymes, won't even fit your foul

Baddest man out the bunch, pick 'em out

Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd

Snitches, someone kiss to stitch you mouth

Wilder then rhinos or liquor trous

Mrs. how Mary-Ann, dick 'em out

Ginger watch with the gun and skip a mouth

Love the ruckas and love to dish it out

3 watched MC's, start wristin' out

Get your whole camp put on the missile foul

Pushin' 12 out, bumpin' digital

Chorus

Verse 4:

Method Man

We just ice

Men of mice, ain't nothing nice

Redman

Fuck you like

Method Man

Your thight is to light to fight

We move right, on fright night

When Niggas write

We bust pipe, condo's that suck thight

We all right, you all hype and war's right

In the Source, with half mic, you half liked

And half dead, blasted on glass bed

(?), eyes red, the hashhead

Burn somethin', earn somethin' and learn somethin'

Take my turn frontin'

Def Jam ain't heard nothin', yet

Suspect, ruffnecks

Buck 'em down or you get busted

Never leave home without my ?mustic?

Thrust this, out for justice, clown

And caught on Judgement Day,

caught y'all proud

Take MC's to town if they start blawn

Ashes to ashes, they all fall ground

Master be basket with hazardous tactics

Send my automatic full rap metal jacket

Blasted in plastic your brain on the mattrress

All you kids ask backwards and visa versa

Chorus

Outro: Redman

Come on, yo tear the roof off

Nigga, yo tear the roof off

Back off, don't make me shoot y'all

You don't want to fuck with us

You don't

Huh

Yo, You don't want to fuck with us

You don't

Yo, You don't want to fuck with us

You don't

Comments/Interpretations

by Mofaka on 6/9/2010 7:49pm
Who in the hell typed this? They need to have their ears checked.