4 Seasons

[Redman] 
Bitch! 
Brick City, yo 
Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young 
At 8 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 to 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 I 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 (Method Man)] 
I'm the sultan of the ghetto 
The homicidal aficionado 
I empty niggas out like Cristal bottles, uh 
When I battle, I'm breaking 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 drinking Guinness 
When they realize I'm not finished 
I've been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh 
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 wifee over help her stretch out the kinks 
That's why ya niggaz 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' shit about papers in their rhymes 
Or bodies they collect, black Gotti shot a tech 
Them gangsta visions will have you 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 Alizae swigger, I clock twelve figgas 
Think Goulianni's rough I got some real shit for niggas 
Never been defeated, niggas 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 dogs 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, suck my dick 
My whole motto is fuck it 
Hit the smoke shop and blow my budget 
MC's abusing my bitch, using my shit 
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my grip 
Now y'all 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, foul, crimi-niminal, individual 
Sing a song a six street 
Pocket full of chits 
Too many rappers be on John Gotti's dick 
Now this is something that we don't rehearse 
Put that rap shit second, and hip-hop first 
[Ja Rule] 
Easy, ain't Nann niggas spitting like me 
Nor Murderers motherfuckin' INC 
Niggas will pass me, look me in the face, ask me 
Are y'all really holdin' weight or did somebody gas me? 
Ja the myth, ready 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 shit 
Murderers is the clique, niggas can't deal with 
Try it (Hataz) you gonna get yours to the heart 
Lesson tonight by the four-four 
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot shit 
L.L. an Red 
Ja Rule with Hot