The Mix Tape Volume II

[from the end of the last track]<br>This is Funk Doctor Spot, K-Solo, comin to ya` live<br>1996 to 97`, Funkmaster Flex!<br> <br>[Redman talking]<br>I got tic tacs in my mouth with a big dick<br>but it dont matter, we representin, on some<br>real shit, Def Squad, coming to ya live<br>splittin these peas from a pod<br>yo, K-Solo, drop 1 one time!<br> <br>[K-Solo]<br>A breaka breaka, one-nine, site<br>get off the dappa-vine, guess who`s back to shine?<br> <br>[Redman]<br>I wish I won the lotterry<br>So I could tell niggas to suck dick out of animosity<br>And freeze em` like pottery, and give labotomies<br>To all you rap colonies, and shut your million dollar investment to economy<br>Impossibly, might be the one in black leather<br>Nametag sayin "caution when wet by the track wetter"<br>the hash spreader, I love the grimey shit<br>Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back wit her<br>Three years for carryin a loaded handgun<br>But it`s forever when a nigga BLOW! when he lands one<br>To your cranium, that red dot on your forehead is not cause your Arabian<br>Watch what you say to him! you caught up in a tight situation<br>I should start erasin, your whole organization for making<br>wack tunes, while my whole platoon rock the basement<br>You couldn`t come closer if I gave you my booking agent<br>or producer, royalty points, 12-shot loaded luger<br>Even a crowd to get you sooped up, your still wack<br>I peel caps, on the regular<br>destroy MCs ecetera, move like the Predator<br>Fuck you, your label, moms, and your editor<br>give you two to the jugular, blood be spreaded <br>all on my shirt, it`s the king of the blurt shittin<br>bitches hit me off more than New Edition<br>TWIN TWIN TWIN TWIN! TWIN TWIN TWIN TWIN!<br>I make your heart skip a beat from the steel phyhique!