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Redman, LL Cool J, Method Man and Ja Rule – 4 Seasons Lyrics

[Redman]: 
Bitch 
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 nigga, you a Polo nigga 
I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga 
Westside highway running, homo nigga 

[LL Cool J]: 
I'm the sultan of the ghetto 
The homicidal aficionado 
I empty niggas 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 niggas 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 shittin' 
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 nigga freeze when I step up in the building 
The Godfather's here giving blessings to his children

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