My Zone!

[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
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