[Featuring Def Squad]

[Redman] Negroes!!!!!!!!

(repeat 6X) [Hit Squad] The head banger WHAT?

[Hit Squad] The head banger

Parrish Smith gettin wreck

[Hit Squad] The head banger

Verse One: Parrish Smith

Ka rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks

as I chill and bust grills you take snapshots

of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap

Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)

Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse James

To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh)

Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts

Bustin ass daily as I compose like Mozart

Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?

Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz

I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep

I'm bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete

So get a GRIP and don't SLIP or catch a CLIP

from the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my TARGET

The Bozack, I rip up flows that

make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT

Hardcore no R&B singer

Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger

(repeat 4X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?

"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down

(repeat 3X) [Hit Squad] The head banger, WHAT?

Erick Sermon break it down

[Hit Squad] The head banger

"Yeahhh, head crack, head crack"

Verse Two: Erick Sermon

SURPRISE, you wonder where I've been, I've been workin

But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin

A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil

You dig the rhythm, and I'll play the RUNNIN REBEL

Changed my style, so I can freak the funk

Yo pass the Philly, HIT SQUAD spark the blunt

I got the power, to ramshack a stadium