Whoop Whoop(8x)
  
  [Redman]
  Funky dilemmas, destroy mc's by process of elimanation
  Ghetto linger breaks your inner, mind body
  Got me sold like Hurachis, funk tracks up the ass
  make peace wit knock-knees, the funk dwella in your cella
  no one's betta, pull more Playboy bitches than Hugh Heffner
  I phase you wit my nasal style I'm able
  To rock two turntables for oh say like sweet sable
  Now who's on the deal I'll make you feel the real
  I kill at will wit nine shots in your window sill
  Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, I must've been worn
  Wit ten of my dusted friends I, I get up in you like Keith Murray
  Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry
  Make competition leave early smokin the lala
  Blazay Blah come through your block and open fire
  
  (Redman's in the area
  Keith Murray's in the area
  Erick Sermon's in the area)
  
  [Erick Sermon]
  You best believe
  Is this mic on word up
  I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars
  The lyrical Street Fighter call me Sagat
  Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin shot
  Where ther's a drum there's a beat
  And where there's guns there's the streets
  This option allows me to make my opponents wit degrees
  From here to overseas, clowns in my mix and don't know the flava
  Its the same reason why I threw away my Skypager
  Magnificent, givin rappers death certificates
  Wit fly intricate flows by the lows
  Y'all come out the hype description of this
  One time Billboard winner, six time Gold record list
  No one invited me so I crashed and brung the vibe
  And broke it out like a rash, who?
  So who do I be? The E, the D-O-U-B the L, to the E
  Get your blunt leafs and fire it up
  Get your ZigZags and fire it up Whhhoooo!
  MC's you betta stand clear, Def Squad is a world premier
  
  [Keith Murray]
  AAAhhhhhh!
  Word is bond I collect your con getcha gone like a moron
  I break your little itty bitty styles down to ions
  My rap style has many many mixtures of murderous poetry
  And deadly lectures and fixtures, matter fact my rap
  Sounds be on sickly timin, meaning your brain can't be defined
  In the words I be using when I be rhymin
  Now you can change your whole word back and forth
  And bring the roughest rapper and I bet you blood he'd cough
  My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence
  Ever since I commenced to subject you to my bullshit
  I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery
  And God forbid I outrageous people see the L.O.D.
  I love beatin you in the head with this
  Make you wanna run off and go get a psycho-therapist-analist
  Way nicer than the force intended
  The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember
  Def Squad