[Chorus: U-Neek and Nine] Now I got the product to keep ya ass open I got the product to keep ya ass SMOKIN I got the product two for ten Buy a dime, unwind, let the ruckus begin
[U-Neek] A Red Doctor Spock, make your blood drip-drop I`m down for hip-hop, stunts blunts and makin big knots All I need to proceed with words is the chronic smoke from a little bit that herb And that`s my word, I slam it, now you Scream like Janet and Michael, the Bounce Squad psycho Built like Tyco, Tonka, I gots to conquer More chocolate than Willy Wonka, how you want it?
[Nine] I`m all about microphones and money, hip-hop and stayin HIGH Everything else is a alibi Robbin for Z, Zig-Zag-Zig, I`m the nig behind the trig` Bustin down the crap my niggaz love to clap (buck!) In the back put yo` knots in yo` socks Paid like Goldilocks, throwin rocks on yo` blocks X marks the spot, loud as a gunshot To be or not to be, I stay free like a maxi Bloody to the third degree, HERE YE HERE YE
[U-Neek] (?) now it`s (?) that you don`t know my steelo (?) Discretion is advised, red eye from the buddha My sharpshooter hit the prosecutor now I`m through done Swords be like juice with the trey-deuce stashin My style`s on trial cause I`m into MC, bashin In a sick fashion, I go overboard Evidence - bloody microphone cords
[Chorus] - Nine and U-Neek reverse
[Nine] I crack a Heine` and flip; my lyrics ain`t butter they Miracle Whip I`m on some other shit I spit, lyrics like a flamethrower, rollin in a Range Rover Smackin Casanovas, with my nine-leaf clover You`re over and done, stick a fork in `em I`m the ninth deadly venom, stick `em and hem `em Make `em blue like denim - niggaz screamin, Mercy like Percy I mean Perry, Mason I cut `em up like Jason You got no idea who you facin!
[U-Neek] Now I`m pushin ninety-five down 95 in a `95 850, Timberlands shitty New York City, biddie clockin paint Part time rockin tank - I`m in the mix! My female dress down quick and slick This rap shit is cool but I still flip a brick Tote a pound out of town on the Greyhound Back to the Boogie Down, then rock a rhyme with Nine
[Nine] I got my eye on the pocket and I`m gonna sink it I`m feelin lucky like I`m hittin Salt and Jada Pinkett I`m erasin your name, off the list of lyricists While U-Neek blows you up like assists You can`t get with this, not even a little bit Black man and black woman, sun and moon, no bullshit She hits you like DIS, I hit you like DAT She hits you with a razor I hit you with a BAT Now you flat on yo` back, wack as ever Talkin that same ol`, Hold up - wait a minute nonsense The Heineken you meets is the Guinness, it`s all good I`m Robin Hood - steal from the rich and KEEP IT We got the best product in town, PEEP IT..