"Mi Casa" lyrics
Method Man & Redman Lyrics
[Redman:]
What? You crazy!? Since a buck tooth baby
Doc is like straight "Fuck you! Pay me"
Like Jay-Z
Lazy niggas complain
Doc load up the cartridge and start kicking game like Acclaim
Those who you call Doggs'll rat your name
Those who say they love you'll tap your change
That's why I fold down 4 fingers
Say "Fuck the world!" and Jimmy da earth out with coat hangers
Rap game and street game don't sleep
It's a cold world. Better pack your own heat
Niggas ain't happy to the cash on "E"
Then the hash and the cat and a bag is on me
Yeah, right! My bear hugs air tight
New Yorkers no no turning on a red light
Me against 40 of you? A fair fight
Microphones get took you shook wear white
You don't got no ends in mi casa
(And it's your stopper Meth tical man and funk doctor)
You don't got no wins in mi casa
(Bomb dropper throw you out your mind who shot ya)
You don't got no ends in mi casa
(Hit it hip hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hot you)
You don't got no wins in mi casa
(I'm warning you partner Meth tidal man and funk doctor)
[Method Man:]
Every time I turn around somebody in my business
Time for you to testify can I get a witness
Acting like bitches
Dirty Dick niggas look suspicious
Ain't physically fit for the fitness
Welcome to the game of death, Polly wanna biscuit?
First prize a one way ticket to my shit list
And I spread it like a rumor or a sickness
Stand-by let a chicken head lay a chicklet
Can I slap a fat ass with the quickness?
Stupid ass niggas goin' raw get the syphilis
Coming through son I'mma fuck you and your district
Mis-representing misinterpreting and des misfit
Playboy, you ain't got no balls plus your dickless
And I'm like a plumber laying pipes in your misses
No man can hold hold me nor can control me
Next time you see me holla like you know me!
You don't got no ends in mi casa
(And it's your stopper Meth tical man and funk doctor)
You don't got no wins in mi casa
(Bomb dropper throw you out your mind who shot ya)
You don't got no ends in mi casa
(Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hot you)
You don't got no wins in mi casa
(I'm warning you partner Meth tidal man and funk doctor)
What? You crazy!? Since a buck tooth baby
Doc is like straight "Fuck you! Pay me"
Like Jay-Z
Lazy niggas complain
Doc load up the cartridge and start kicking game like Acclaim
Those who you call Doggs'll rat your name
Those who say they love you'll tap your change
That's why I fold down 4 fingers
Say "Fuck the world!" and Jimmy da earth out with coat hangers
Rap game and street game don't sleep
It's a cold world. Better pack your own heat
Niggas ain't happy to the cash on "E"
Then the hash and the cat and a bag is on me
Yeah, right! My bear hugs air tight
New Yorkers no no turning on a red light
Me against 40 of you? A fair fight
Microphones get took you shook wear white
You don't got no ends in mi casa
(And it's your stopper Meth tical man and funk doctor)
You don't got no wins in mi casa
(Bomb dropper throw you out your mind who shot ya)
You don't got no ends in mi casa
(Hit it hip hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hot you)
You don't got no wins in mi casa
(I'm warning you partner Meth tidal man and funk doctor)
[Method Man:]
Every time I turn around somebody in my business
Time for you to testify can I get a witness
Acting like bitches
Dirty Dick niggas look suspicious
Ain't physically fit for the fitness
Welcome to the game of death, Polly wanna biscuit?
First prize a one way ticket to my shit list
And I spread it like a rumor or a sickness
Stand-by let a chicken head lay a chicklet
Can I slap a fat ass with the quickness?
Stupid ass niggas goin' raw get the syphilis
Coming through son I'mma fuck you and your district
Mis-representing misinterpreting and des misfit
Playboy, you ain't got no balls plus your dickless
And I'm like a plumber laying pipes in your misses
No man can hold hold me nor can control me
Next time you see me holla like you know me!
You don't got no ends in mi casa
(And it's your stopper Meth tical man and funk doctor)
You don't got no wins in mi casa
(Bomb dropper throw you out your mind who shot ya)
You don't got no ends in mi casa
(Hit it Hip Hoppers turn it up a notch make it it hot you)
You don't got no wins in mi casa
(I'm warning you partner Meth tidal man and funk doctor)
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Reggie Noble, Erick S. Sermon
