You Do, I Do lyrics

[Intro: Def Squad]
Hah! Yo, this ain't nuthin' but rock sh*t
I don't think ya'll n*ggas can't keep up with this!
f*ck ALL YOU MUTHAf*ckAZ!
f*ck YOU! Hah!
I don't think they can get with it!
There's too much sh*t goin' on!
Yo yo yo yo yo

[Verse 1: Redman]
I was chillin' up, ??? Dog Deluxe
Rockin', diamond and G with the rooftop cut
I'ma grown man, don't got no time for games 'n stuff
I got balls that'll beat ya ollets 21 rough
Look at my face, Doc's the name, don't forget it
I makes ya make ya scream: "BOW!"
Like my name's Willie, I get sick with it
Re-dig with it, I had a nine inch slug up
Before yo' stink b*tch bit it, I betta clippin' crap
That ya'll cats is black, a prays if the eight jacks
So send neck thru facts, resevoir (---) go ball when I was four
Explore whores, when rock came to the door
You never seen before, life to your hood
My steady shows leave n*ggas faxs like Rosewood
When I drop the filth weather, bigga built
Our dog f*cked the sh*t outta b*tch, of Tiger Mill
[Hook: Redman]
You drinkin', I'm drinkin'
You smokin', I'm smokin'
You freakin', I'm freakin'
You f*ckin', we f*ckin'
You f*cked up, we f*cked up
We make it, we take it
You hate me, I hate you
You talk sh*t, I talk sh*t

[Verse 2: Erick Sermon]
In a flash I be the E, cat 'n mouse and cash
Not many ballin' n*ggas out there, can touch my stash
Or touch the S-class, the 5-00 sittin' on parrellies, chrome
The big 2-0, catch the pitcher, my whole rap steez is deep
For all ya fake dues, I'm the only show that peeps
Last week I was uptown, playin' the streets
????????1-5-fifth and get...BUDDAH
That's when I do, when I roll dolo, I call her b*tch
There was a time if I ain't doin' that, I ain't doin' sh*t
I might go to the studio and make a hit
I call my baby's moms, an hear her talk sh*t
I scoop, I ain't get my kids, n*ggas please
We hit Toys 'r Rus and then Micky D's
And go to a movie, the end (of) the day, and talk to 'em
And take 'em back around away, and that's REAL!
[Hook: Redman]
You drinkin', I'm drinkin'
You smokin', I'm smokin'
You freakin', I'm freakin'
You f*ckin', we f*ckin'
You f*cked up, we f*cked up
We make it, we take it
You hate me, I hate you
You talk sh*t, I talk sh*t

[Verse 3: Keith Murray]
Well it's the sly Gemini, me and potato cuttin' drops
Have the guy, wellknown but still just gettin' by
And I verify mathematics don't lie n*gga
Put in some work, and get a piece of the pie
It be the n*ggas that don't immediate pertain to the situation
That be tryin' to come up off the chips, and n*ggas makin'
And always worried if I'mma diss you, you insecure b*tch
To the government, stay out my sh*t!
n*ggas was glad when I came with the keys to the chains
To the cellblock to the stage, now it's time to rock
I return like I never left, D-E-F, got the whole world gaspin' for breath
We got these hoes spread it out like mustard
I ask flava and chop, they said: "Yo, don't trust it"
No, no no noo