Four Minutes To Lock Down (feat. Raekwon & Ghostface Killah) [Edited]

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Method Man, Redman, Raekwon & Ghostface Killah - Four Minutes To Lock Down

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Method Man

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Redman

Künstler:in

KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT

Reggie Noble

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Clifford Smith

Komponist:in

Dennis Coles

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Corey Woods

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Roosevelt Harrell

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Buzz Clifford

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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK

Bink

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Reggie Noble

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David "Gordo" Strickland

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[Verse 1]

Get it

[Verse 2]

Funk Doc in the building

Y'all already know the business

[Verse 3]

Yo, let's get it, yeah, I'm with it

Streets on fire, I'm fryin' my dinner

Quick like Sugar Ray Leonard, one love

Any boy get served like tennis

Menace, you call a rap bulldog

Me and my pen form into Voltron

Cold, my heart built with a snowball

And I **** old women like Zohan

Roll on like Mitchum

Barry Bonds this **** when the beat start pitchin'

I'm broke, my ATM ain't kickin'

But what I drive, I build expensive

Look at me, ****, I got it

In pocket, ask Houston how I rock-it

If I go hungry, you gettin' robbed

By me, Biggie Smalls and the Delfonics

[Verse 4]

Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae ****

Straight off the **** concrete, ****

You know how I go, man, word up, let's go

[Verse 5]

Before all the cussing and the gunfights

Don't wanna run Nikes, yeah, scramble when it sunlight

G's in my pocket of juice, blue goose

I'm a goon under the moon, blow on the boosters

Yeah, deadly, my sons regret me

Windpipe writing, the mic fighting, respect me

I'm from where it get down, machete your mother

Snatch your brother, scrap you down

You know the deal, when we do this, chill

Catch me in Brazil, ratchet on, little glass of tequil'

I sware to the real, my real, if I don't win

Then I won't spend, I'm grabbing bill

That's the hammer, I'ma do this, nana

**** who hunt, snatch 'em up, bite the clip, the banana

And this is for them good ****, blow that L

And that blow that well, and watch the book, ****

[Verse 6]

Yeah, watch them jooks, ****, you know what it be, man

Word up, **** staying alive, man (Gotta kill these voices in my head)

Bunch of **** roaches, man

[Verse 7]

Jeter, married to the game without a pre-nup

And she don't act up, if I don't eat her

Damn, now that's what I call a diva

You sick, man? I'm what you call a fever

And I don't put no snow up in my cheeba

Pack a little heater, the game get colder in the freezer

Hit your little corner with the sweeper

Dance with the reaper, sharper than a ****

Plus I'm laying in the cut like a half-moon Ceaser

What you gettin' is the truth

My bird eye visions spot the pigeon in the coup

Same way I live it, how I spit it in the booth

Next to RZA, ain't no **** bigger than the group

Stat, **** that, we come strapped

Bust gats, drug raps, and pump ****

What you tryin' do, ****? We done done that

I'm off the gunrack, ****, put your gun back

[Verse 8]

Yeah, you slow your blow, boy

You gon' lay where you lie, ****

[Verse 9]

Ayo, I woke up in handcuffs, heard the police wanted me dead

Big bullets and splashing all over

Kingpin's still movin' that weight

And his main goon burned up a discotech

He's a hazard, classic, ****, we got a flick of him

He jacked Nate, while he took the picture

And we tapped his crib, bugs all in the jacuzzi

Under the seeds bed, we found an Uzi

Truly, and we know about his **** in Charlotte

Pulled her over, state troopers found two revolvers

And she told us them handguns, "That's my fathers

And I'm licensed to carry those **** regardless

Y'all just played my man, caught her with a million dollars

Worth of fireworks, coming back from Japan

It's nothing, y'all police be fronting

And stop looking at my ****, like y'all want to suck it, I'm out

On y'all ****, catch me next time, bye-bye"

Written by: Buzz Clifford, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Dennis Coles, Reggie Noble, Roosevelt Harrell

Four Minutes To Lock Down (feat. Raekwon & Ghostface Killah) [Edited]

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