How's That (feat. Erick Sermon & Redman)

Funked out, word is bond, word is bond

In the mother, in the motherfucking house

With a dick in your mouth

Word is bond, word is bond

I freak a technique going way back like just ice

And don't think twice because I'm nice

I come from the mothership unknown to man

With a blunt in my hand, a mic in the other hand

God damn, I slam a jam like this

Sure enough my rap style is cold crush

And plus I tears the roof off the mother-sucker

My brother, fly shit that makes Stevie Wonder

Hey, who can it be now? Watch out

It's the E live in three D with Keith and R-E-D

Yeah, I gets down for my troops

And I, I get it, get it, get it like Luke

For those who don't believe my skills get these

I got mad expertise for all you duck emcees

I'm funky like G Thing, my ****

I wanna know who's up in here before I pull the trigger

Is New York up in here?

Hell yeah

Is Def Squad up in here?

Hell yeah

Is NJ up in here?

Hell yeah

The Green Beret's up in here

Hell yeah

Verbally I sew the frames up like Trapper

John MD got nine milli's made of lacquer

Count Dracula back with the, tow truck with the

Get Benz like Mark, fuel injected like Maximus

My style sicker than an AIDS victim

Drinking forty-five malt liquor

I roll the spliff up

The underground slam, shock like Shazam

Check my Jams, get Def, when I kick Methods like Man

Computerized Robocop sounds I drop in sequence

Funky to death, so ask that old bitch where the beef went

When I do 'em, I glue 'em, stick 'em like Patrick Ewing

My shit bust like Puerto Rican people moved in

Next door I get raw with the rah

Call four-one-one 'cause I'm ghetto red hot

Bump bump bump, Funk Doctor Spock catch a bruising

My style gets respect like fifty Muslims

You hang on strings like loose ends

With my hands on the nine

Watch your nugget, bitch, I get busy with mines

How's that?

'Cause I gets busy with mines

How's that?

'Cause I gets busy with mines

Yeah, how's that?

'Cause I gets busy with mines

How's that?

'Cause I gets busy with mines

Keith Murray

I come rolling in when I see that low flow

Heck of a foe, heard a gun and settled for a metaphor

Yeah, I'm naive between the sleeves of the sheets

Murdering whosoever tryna fuck with me

Yeah, Murray's word is bond, gets it on

And ready to blow any **** out the cypher

Of the sniper hype at dawn

Long live Def to the Squad

And we smoking everybody out there

Shit, it ain't that hard

I brings classic drama microphone bomber

Have your mama beg behind bars

For your kidneys tomorrow

My murderous apprentice E-Dub

Makes hard funk beats that I become part of

When I be like A-E-I-O-U or battle

**** be like who, who, who, who, who

Like Night owls

The most beautifulest thing in this world

Is I shitted and y'all was with it