Method Man, Redman, Ready Roc, Streetlife - How Bout Dat Lyrics

Yo, I hit the freeway after I rock the mic
Light up like Showtime when they about to fight
How bout dat, boy, when that truck ride 38s
Your middle finger up at the light, I'm nice
Doc ride or die, I bubble up when the pouring peroxide
It's dirty, lookie here
Still sharp like I'm back in school
It's like Wanda Blade, cut a nigga smooth
Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo, who let the dog loose?
Whips and chains, I don't wanna argue
The big whale that's writing fishscale
Like me, better believe, I'm too hard to harpoon
My goons, thick like Chris Wallace
'Give me the loot' and I don't wanna talk about it
When my niggas get 'em, that's when I
Crush the building, how about that nigga?

Look at my shoes, how about that, nigga?
(My car, how about that, nigga?)
Getting money, how about that, nigga?
(Stop the bank, how about that, nigga?)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

How about it, any nigga realer than me? I doubt it
Catch Ready hop out of v, low mileage
You see the way I play with money, I'm so childish
And, so stylish, looking like Gucci my sponsor
Kicks crazy, jewelry is bonkers
Whether in the club or you see me in concert
I go hard, who created a monster?
Me, Gilla be the click that I ride with
Talk slick, get flipped like a Sidekick
You wonder why your bitch is on my dick
'Cause the boy flow doper than five bricks
The MC wishing I simply
Be remembered like Big Pun, Biggie or Pimp C
And when my niggas say 'get 'em', that's when I
Blocka blocka, how about that, nigga?

Look at my house , how about that, nigga?
Sour Dies, how about that nigga?
Big paper, how about that nigga?
Lookin' fly, how about that nigga?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

How bout that, ten years plus in the rap game
And still getting cream like a fat cat
Plus, I'm grossing money off of ASCAP
Plus, my publishing, yeah I owns that
First of all, my royalty come quarterly
My hoes, my niggas, all move accordingly
Streetlife, I'm so international
My foreign exchange, but always in the capitol
Straight cash advances, while you be calling
Your label all day, hoping someone answers
I flow with no auto-tone, just me and my bitch
My blunt, my beat, my microphone
I shine with no jewelry on, another star is born
Watch me perform, beyond the norm
And when my niggas 'get 'em', that's when I
Brr stick 'em, haha, stick 'em, how about that, nigga?

Fuck what it cost, how about that, nigga?
(I'm a boss, how about that, nigga?)
Straight pimpin' how about that, nigga?
(East coast how about that, nigga?)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

I drip game, soak it up, you dig?
Hope your haters want beef, 'cause I don't touch the pig
How about that, boy, I'm a G, ain't another MC
Or pedophile that can touch the kid, I do it big
Like Chris Wallace, big bank, big wallet
Got a flow that go straight to the pros, forget college
I still got it, if I got an issue, I flow the pistol
And I'm offical, just like them niggas that blow the whistle
Word, man, I shoot to kill 'em, you heard?
If you nasty, I shoot 'em with penicillin, you heard?
I'm like Cali, so carry, when I'm flipping the words
Flip the script on your bitch ass while I'm flipping the bird
Meth sick with the pen, stick a few in your men
Then again, stick with my people through the thick and the thin
Look, when my niggas 'get 'em', I send 'em to hell
And ride with 'em, how about that, nigga?

Look at my crew, how about that, nigga?
(Gun bigger than you, how about that, nigga?)
Pop bottles, how about that, nigga?
(We live the life, how about that, nigga?)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey