Who You Be - Outsidaz, Method Man, Redman

Gonna throw a lil’somethin like this

Pacewon

Mista Meth

Young Zee

Funk Doctah

Come on Yo, yo, yo I like to smoke I like to gamble

Slap that face I’m like Anthony Saprano

Lets here it for the mob boss

Bird catch it highed up til his eyes crossed

Fat belly, tall boy loungin with his socks off

No tan, toe jam like Roseanne

Got guns so big I bust with both hands

Pull 9 M-M's and tecs that don’t jam

Mad family and friends in the drug program

I go *raaaaarr raaaaarr* like I had cereberal palsy

We ain’t got no time to be playin with y’all see

Shoalin, Dirty Jers’what y’all aint heard?

Fuckin ya birds, pluckin ya nerves, puffin ya herb

Slap ya C.E.O.

off his podeum

Hand in my coat like Napoleon

Wrapped around a hot nickelodeon

Oh seven one three oh four thats the code we in School of hard knocks here we go again

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Aiyyo Hot Nicks you got me noddin of the doses

While the Outs burn bush like God talkin to Moses

They mad I push the F1 with three front seats

Rock fatter chains than slave workers had on they feet

Smoke blunts til my breath smell, hop on my Nextel

Chick from West L bang her head against the bed rail

Ya’ll betta leave 'fore Zee get evil

I’ll tell you a secret, I see dead people

Aiyyo, aiyyo Pace

The Doc sports timbs with no lace

I come in her mouth and it look like colgate

I’m a gorilla, chewin on bananas

Psycho Im the one that blew my head in?

scanners?

BRICKS, lyrics and guns gotta stay smokin

Even Live to L.A. don’t leave the gate open

I carry two shotties and I’ma squeeze both’um

And when I’m done me and ya bitch elopin

Hook:

Y’all know, this how its suppose to be And Y’all know

Think of me 'fore you smoke them trees

And Y’all know

Wack raps make me choke emcees

Aiyyo people, yo who the fuck we be?

Who you be?

Young Zee from the M-P-C

Who you be?

Funk Doc from the P-P-P

Who you be?

Pacewon from the O-U-T

Who you be?

Mista Meth, Wu-Tang Killer Bee

Aiyyo presto outta box

Tap you white folks outta locks

Take the shotguns out the grandfather clocks

Planets that I rock you can’t astronaut

My house was on Afrika Bambattas block

Aiyyo my candy is prepared for manhandlin

The click from jammin avalanched the grand canyon

Thats how big it is, how large it is Pitbull bite ???

through it ???

Yeah

Tryin to scare Zee and Funk Doc y’all playin

If this Scary Movie, you the fag like Shawn Wayans

I pop a lot, I pop shit I pop guns

I pop cherries nigga my pops on the run

You pop shit ya crew betta run

I pop all these shells out and shot pellet guns

Yeah rock box I loot Elle and run

Rock the Bells mix it with Duke Ellington

Yo They call me Mista Tecal ya stallion

Hard headed dick gotta pussy fetish

Get’cha cosmetic, Meth at it call a medic

And while we said it These niggas wanna catch amnesia and like forget it The Outsidaz and y’all can call me Bony Boy

Or Rockwilder when we Face Off like Castor Troy

Creep with me as I roll through the stack

Maniac, lunatic and my whole click packed

Aiyyo Doc

I be spaced like Star Wars

Hardcore nigga don’t lock my car doors

I rock shells toes backspin on cardboard

Gazelle type frames, wave caps, and four-fours

Graffiti to place leave my tag Pace Blunta

The barrel of my glock stay hot like late summer

You freckle motherfuckas need shade to lay under

JAKE HUNTER, look but don’t bite I take cover

Hook x2