4 Seasons (Album Version|Explicit) - Method Man/Redman/LL Cool J/Ja Rule

曲：Jeffrey Atkins/Erick Sermon/R. Noble/Clifford Smith/James Todd Smith

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 ni**a you a Polo ni**a

I'm an Uptown shopper you a Soho ni**a

West side highway running homo ni**a

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' sh*t about papers in their rhymes

Or bodies they collect black Gotti shot a tech

Them gangsta visions will have you a** 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 sh*t 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

Now four corners 4 seasons

Four MC's with four reasons to bring this game to it's knees

And why you down there suck my dick

My whole motto is f**k it

Hit the smoke shop and blow my budget

MC's abusing my b**ch using my sh*t

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 sh*t second and hip-hop first

Easy ain't Nann niggas spitting like me

Nor Murderers motherf**kin' INC

Niggas will pass me look me in the face ask me

Are y'all really holdin' weight or did somebody ask 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 sh*t

Murderers is the clique niggas can't deal with

Try it you gonna get yours to the heart

Lesson tonight by the four-four

Niggas want more than a little bit hot sh*t

L L an Red

Ja Rule with Hot Nix I'm the best at that sh*t

So b**ches explain this

We ride dick so well head game from hell

I love making them yell my name

Rule baby and ain't sh*t gon' change uh uh