Countdown - Def Squad

featuring Jamal  PMD 

[Erick Sermon] 
For she's perhaps quite clever 
On the mic  I'm Wizard  call me Chris Webber 
Scary  wise  I'm way past terror 
I make like Jay Z  then Roc a Fella 
Rock 'em out the club 
Then buy 'em a bottle of champagne 
From the bar compliments of E Dub 
I be the one to cause the confusion 
Twist your mind to pieces 
Make ya think I'm losin' 
Yeah  niggaz try to provoke me 
But  I'm a tower god 
So, there ain't no hope 
Bitches like dope E 
So, I resume, If they step 
I Buck-a-Shot like I'm Black Moon 
Let me ask you's, Y'all Feel That like Erykah 
Control the states and make a Def America 
My styles legit, peep the steez a bit 
It's official, like a licensed .45 pistol 
Word to the Preacher's Wife 
I got the power to annoy ya 
And keep them shiesty folks on point 
I'm the butler, servin' MC's 
Because I love to 
N-O, quote, You're a Customer 

[Redman] 
I put you in your right mind and frame 
I de-rail tracks and rappers like Doc designed the train 
All aboard with the Def Squad, if you can hang 
My name be precise range, when I aim, I flame 
Fuck a gun, when I was twelve, I was bustin' 'em 
Young, just wanna have fun, like little Just' and 'em 
But, Doc never trusted them hoes, double crossed me 
Foes, I take it to the nigga, started you hustlin' 
Whether it be weed, dope or coke 
My athlete flow make Doc show, soak his toes 
Make niggaz bow down, when I'm drunk off Gold Crown 
Pull out the pound, bust off my ro-ro-ro-round 
Jump out a tree, land on your neck 
From the moment you start pumpin' Redman in your
Artist: Def Squad
Title: Countdown