Cheka

(Album: Blackout! - 1999)

[Redman]

Bricki-di-roaw!
Stepping out the crowd throwing bolo's
Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44's
Loading it up, packing it back, ready to splash for real
Spit flows out the gail, God tried to bail
It's hectic, 45-6 gimme ya grips
That's more dollars in them tongues in them go-go chicks
Bitch I'm drunk, pumping slugs out of canon
Shot ya after-party down with Meth and Red in
Check it, Bricks and Shaolin, NO JOKE!
And when I hit the pussy call me Daddy Long Strope
Or Ana, I'm hitting pigeons out in Atlanta
Banana--Split, HOT TWO..SPIT! OOH SHIT!
Spicking ya ripping ya four or ya funds
I wet ya like a 141 watergunz
Cocky like Rocky, got ya scared to death!
So hold on ya bitches, cuz here come RED-METH!

[Chorus:]

Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!
Fuck with me and Meth and we break ya fucking neck-a
Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka! Rememba these?!
Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka!

[Meth]

Okay the 'hey hey' baby, me and Doc about to blow
My Saturday night's so special and they pointing at yo nose
Aiyyo, save the speculations and the rumours
Coming sooner then you think I knock a phat bitch outta blumors
Giving tumors, hardcore, giving it to 'em raw
Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I jap-a-jaw
One-two, no ending or beginning to my cypher
I'm winning, tell the news like Peter ?
Depending on any giving day I'm representing
The struggle, my great grand who lived thru the linching
Oh yes ya'll, if you got the weed, who got the blunts?
Take a guess ya'll, Kool-Aid busting thru the wall
Mr.Meth ya'll, HAH-CHU! Comment allez-vous
I used to hawk chickens, now I'm maxing with Badu
I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton
I'm swinging a track from Staten, cuz that is where I'm from

[Chorus til the end]