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1. _ Bricks Two
Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that man
Just rhymin over here man
Hey go 'head, go get drunk nigga
Ayyy, go smoke yo' weed nigga
Yo, go drink yo' forty motherfuckaaaah
It's Brick City dawgs over here
We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don..
[D-Don]
It's bone-afficial my nizzle
D-Don got issues, and a type team that dismiss you
Oh boy! I gets more +Chips+ than +Ahoy!+
I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy
I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully
I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly
I'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streets
And I'm more underground than your, basement concrete
Braids in my hair, gold still in my teeth
Still, bringin the beef if you're, bringin me grief
I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two
Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew
I'm Brick City baby twenty-fo'/seven
A project nigga that's, tryin to see heaven
I done ran through hell with gasoline drawers on (AOWW!)
I'm the portrait of a hustler, and once again it's on
I still got money buried in my back yard
I'm Bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don
My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod
And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song
[Pacewon]
Yo.. we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars
Kids wild wave at you and smile you feel large
like they cut, and you got the power to heal scars
Never down cause the underground crown is still large
See I rap for a livin, probably rap 'til I die
If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is a lie
I'm all real, the one, the raw deal
Do tour, come home, do a flick for four mill'
What the hardcore heads on the block would call ill
Never catch me at the ball-out spot with small bills
Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways
When I spit niggaz cough up blood for two days
Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz'
Rather bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades
'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne
I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game
Ridin through your block with six new chains on
Pullin over droppin H-bombs
No doubt I got it locked Sanford Ave. to Penn Station
Chancellor to Central a thousand men waitin
[Chorus - 2X w/ minor variations]
Jersey that's whassup (whassup yo?)
You heard me light the Dutch (smokin weed)
Rock on like what the fuck (what the fuck?)
Jersey that's whassup, Brick City
[Roz]
Fuckin with me is a close call out of my crew
Don't try it I fuckin roast y'all, you and your co-stars
Next up to bat, I done had enough of cats
Blast tracks like what the fuck was that?
Roz spit rawness
State to state, hood streets and block corners
Rhymes hold so much weight, the feds on us
Lot of niggaz didn't wanna see me last
But I won't stop just slow down like Easy Pass
Back up and give the R room
Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms
In my city they don't pop they collar
Cats that do, get shot drop and holla
I'm from the B-R-I, C-K-S
And my, squad is hot, any beef they bless
Any, squad that test gon' meet they death
Ask yourself, do you really need that stress?
[Shooga Bear]
Aiyyo, I project my voice so it's right in the crowd
There's a sign at the door, no bitin allowed
Plus the blows that I throw bring a light in the sound
So whoever want the drama I'm invitin them now
Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split
Plus combined lines so minds demolish a click
Still burn MC's like Everclear, never fear
With razor sharp skills so ill they, sever ears
Hard to the roots a hundred proof with no chaser
Scarves and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangers
Now rock with me, I spray blocks with glock fifties
Still when I spit I flip like Spock sent me
And never gave a fuck what a rapper grossed
But if they, brag and boast I'ma clap the toast
Y'all can analyze this, watch me paralyze clicks
And sabotage y'all, I ain't a fan of y'all shit
[Chorus]
[Double O]
I'm a nasty ass disease, and now I got ya mouth celibate
I'm a direct descendant of Hannibal's elephants
That's word to mother, them damn jokes is over
You gon' run your mouth like a motor 'til I fuck up the rotor
It's Double O again, still runnin, still gunnin
It's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still cummin
Talkin that killer shit like you blood raw
And ain't even did ten minutes in the back of a squad car
Be big niggaz to they weak, I'm true to the streets
Y'all niggaz is half-assed like one booty cheek
I'm (??), y'all is Swiss Miss
My camp'll make your army pull back like a slipped disc
It be the Bricks again, with me with them steel rods
It ain't right unless Shane, Tariq, and Raouf Nayim is involved
I did ery'thang from robberies to dope
And y'all just lie about it, like it's a big-ass joke
Playin like kids, I think you want me to spank you
Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankle
And if you niggaz don't like what I say
I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley e'ry fuckin day
[Redman]
Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, sip yo' liquor
Yo Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Yo Brick City muh'fucka..
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2. _ Lick A Shot
Smokin! (Okay!) [monkey sounds:] oooh oooh ahh ahh ahh Here we go.. smokin! (Okay!) [more muted monkey sounds] [Redman] Yo, yo.. jungle habitat, peep the wildlife in the open Off the hook, nigga dial twice if it's broken Doc, wall to wall with a mic and I'm loc'n, shit You might find termites in the chokin(?), yes D.O., my wood grain say, "Fuck P.O." (Okay!) And I'll prove it when I redline a buck-three-oh Hoes wit it, but never gave a fuck befo' I'm frontin a hundred on top, and ones below Bitches - fuck you star hoes, my hoes run out department stores with alarms and bar codes on Think you catchin me and my bitch? You dead wrong I'm over here prepared, blowin a air horn {*BLAAM!*} You niggaz talk widdit I do it blind blindfolded without walkin with sticks As dark as it gets, you slept in the Bricks Now you lose - like e'ry year, you betin the Knicks We walk, dogs with more balls than pool rooms (Okay!) Attitude wolf, I react to full moons (aoooooo) I, shoot up the place so y'all can see You stuck up like them white boys on Harley's be [Chorus: Redman] Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) All my niggaz out in Brooklyn keep your heaters cookin keep the mamis lookin (Yeah yeah!) Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) All my niggaz out in Jersey keep smokin the hershey keepin your money thirsty (Yeah yeah!) [Redman] Yo, yo dawg, I'm an MC, I don't think how you rap stars'll think I rush you, like you made the last call for drinks My pipes burst and I ain't installed the sink A radiator, I keep it in the car to mink Chk-chk, yo trail the Bricks where I wrestle grizzly bears (Okay!) and stick a track for it's snare and kick When it's committed, damned if you see 'em again Cold-hearted, leaves fall off the tree on my Timbs Help me; I keep the flow cold like uris(?) The words practically geronimo off the disk When Flex bomb it look, everybody runnin You bitches goin wild, even Kitey wanna tongue 'em I'm like the Gooch, lookin for Arnold Drummond Walkin with a trenchcoat to part the pumpin Like MJ, I wanna be startin somethin Whoever ain't widdit, gotta move widdit One-fo'-fo' hydro smoke to choke on (Okay!) Branson holdin handguns to toke on Uptown with Big L watchin over He tell me there's NARC's parked on the shoulder (Look over there) I don't care, cause I'm drunk as hell Shit I do eighty on a speed bump to bail Doc Deebo, keep both cannons on reload Weed keep my fingertips yellow like Cheetos [Chorus] Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) To my niggaz in Atlanta that, carry the hammer Wrap 'em with bandanas (Yeah yeah!) Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) To my niggaz in the Chi, that smoke on the lai Proceed to gun-fire (Yeah yeah!) [Redman] Yo, to my bitches, my niggaz jump up It's Elmer Fudd with the shotty pump, who want duck? Ride in my hooptie, back, slumped up Five niggaz with me, strap, pumped up Dump Forrest Gump, hand on the pump Janitor, gettin drunk off a janitor drum Way I spit, on my tongue, I branded the gun Tarzan, I rap loud, animals come.. .. I'm on top of a giraffe neck throwin spears, I'm Def Squad in both ears Y'all niggaz ready for streets? Here it is Circle status, with no pyramids [Chorus] Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) To my niggaz in the West that walk without a vest That just brrrrrap (Yeah yeah!) Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) To my bitches in the Bricks that get they money quick That get they pussy licked (Yeah yeah!) Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot! [BLAM] more free lyrics |
3. _ Uh-Huh
[Verse One] Yo, now first of all I'm a kid about money Talkin hot bid'ness and my paper work, runnin Doc in hot knickers like Good Will, Huntin Put them shotguns up in the air and start, pumpin Real niggaz in the hood don't start, nuttin When the heat breaks they proceed to start, dumpin You eyeballin me like you movin somethin Yo' bitch fuckin you with me in the Walkman Slow down boy, you're not a real, killer Three-wheel motion from me shootin the wheel up Out the jungle, Doc straight go-rilla (ahh ahh ahh ahh) Bananas, antennas can't pick up (doo doo doo doo) My crew is Triple P, watch us do it Brook-nam, Shaolin, the T-Dot, Newark All my shorties skippin school watch truant Hit the college dorm, make freaks out the students [Chorus] Yeah, now do you like the way it feel baby? (uh-huh) Do you like the way the Bricks move baby? (uh-huh) Roll the L, let's inhale baby (uh-huh) Startin it up befo' twelve baby (uh-huh, uh-huh) To my niggaz that say buck hoes (uh-huh) Only real dog is they red nose (uh-huh) If it ain't green can't accept those (uh-huh) that can't roll with niggaz that's petrol (uh-huh) [Verse Two] Niggaz, abandon ship when I'm geared for landing Your own tec-ll see my grill and start, jamming Throw your hands up in the air, keep 'em standin Fuck if you in here on V.I.P., laminates (fuck you) You'll get touched too with the, cannon Around the handle, a fuck you ban-danna Dawg I was grown with balls and bad, manners That's why me and your broad is on, camera [click click click] I'm sick from a childhood head, blow When systems was pumpin before I let, go The head honcho fall back and pump, fo' Bigger four flows 'til they scream, ALL GO! Now wake your punk-ass up if you asleep Doc and Brick City bout fo'-thousand deep Fourteen years old, got TV's in the, seat Watchin pornos of Janet Jack-me [Chorus - 2X] [Chorus - whispered] more free lyrics |
4. _ Muh-Fucka
Yo, this for all my live motherfuckers! (Motherfuckers) YO! .. What the deal muh-fucka? Chill muh-fucka LP bangs all in your hood muh-fucka My niggaz smack niggaz like Suge muh-fucka Later on, reminisce it like wood muh-fucka You muh-fuckers try to block a thorough muh-fucka Hard shell chicken Taco Bell muh-fucka Fuck you models, you too frail muh-fucka (get outta here!) I took a fat chick to pay the bail muh-fucka I stay drunk and I don't drink muh-fucka Type nigga to do it before he think muh-fucka Bricks and Shaolin, watch us link muh-fucka Stores'll run out of paper and ink muh-fucka I move before your eyes can blink muh-fucka Quick like O-Dog shot the chink muh-fucka White girls sweat me like N'Sync muh-fucka I get MPC's out of sync muh-fucka I said he a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said she a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said we the motherfuckers!! Yo, I said they the motherfuckers!! Yo, Brick City motherfuckers!! Yo, Brook-nam motherfuckers!! Yo, Uptown motherfuckers!! Yo, Boogie Down motherfuckers!! Yo yo, yo, back to y'all muh-fuckers wanna ball muh-fuckers TV's all up in your car muh-fuckers At the club tryin to buy the bar muh-fuckers Catch you for the jewels and the star muh-fuckers Wanna battle dawg, we can brawl muh-fucka Little Jamal, handle the call muh-fucka My steel wall like Bradshaw's muh-fucka For pressure, inject Demarol muh-fucka Golddiggers be tryin to trick muh-fuckers Baby mommas be out to get muh-fuckers N.Y.P.D. out to split muh-fuckers Cuttin your veins up for the fix muh-fucka Bricks muh-fuckers crazy muh-fuckers Often unplugged, A-B-C muh-fuckers Got toys not from Kay-Bee muh-fucka Burnin holes in your AV muh-fucka I said he a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said she a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said we the motherfuckers!! Yo, I said they the motherfuckers!! Yo, Jersey motherfuckers!! Yo, West coast motherfuckers!! Yo, Atlanta motherfuckers!! Yo, V.A. motherfuckers!! Yo, I said he a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said she a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said we the motherfuckers!! Yo, I said they the motherfuckers!! Yo, Chi-Town motherfuckers!! Yo, Detroit motherfuckers!! Yo, Miami motherfuckers!! Yo, Canada motherfuckers, and we out!! This for all my live muh-fuckers out there!! C'mon!! more free lyrics |
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5. _ Wrong 4 Dat
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6. _ J.U.M.P.
[George Clinton] This is the story.. of pro-zen-xanthrapus Pro-zen-ganthrapus.. Funky monkey.. nasty monkey.. gangster monkey.. [Redman] Yo yo, yo, yo.. watch out!! I run New Jerz Got blood on my wifebeater undershirt (look) Hand to hand you bout half a gram I'm a truckload, backin in, under dirt! Lock on target, your wallet Your chains I left stains up, gorilla paw prints Sharp in garments, run out yo' apartment Vampire, wear yo' garlic I beef on the streets (gun jammin) Y'all beef let's meat/meet like Subway sandwiches You have no idea Crackheads furnish your homes like Ikea, over here Bricks, B-R, I, C-K Where hoes put twelve into size seven CK's Who's the one? D-O-C Carryin clips for the agents in +The Matrix+ At the Mobil Awards on the podium Cause in high school I hung with custodians Batter-ram your door in Fuck hot, I'm warpin, Doc torturin your Walkman [Chorus: Redman] Jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up Jump, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up Jump, get up, jump, get up [Redman] Yo.. I put a dollar in my zipper It's pulled out from a mouth of a stripper Back that thang up, same slut Used to hang up, now she brain up I'm like yo (yo) swallow it! Dick new shit spit throat lozenges When I'm off the hit [click-click] Hire security to start joggin with, where your office is I piss on it! Stamp Bricks on it Take your street work, let your bitch pump it I'm your next door tenant, that'll strip you down 'til your barefooted like Eric Bennett Half my brain is still experimentin Doc already gone before the X kick in Yeah, I want my cut like G-Money Stickin the Easter Bunny for sneaker money Now how many muh'fuckers out there is high make some noise (ahhhhhhhhhhh!) I just tried (ahhh) see last night, had two bitches Me last night, so I told them to.. [Chorus: Redman] Jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my peoples in the house, jump, get up Stalk, get up, jump, get up [George Clinton] The gorilla in the motherfuckin mix They call him Lethal Lip The linguistic full metal jacket of vernacular ballistic Shootin off at the mouth without chap or a blister He got hairs on his funk and didn't flunk diaper rash Gorilla goin postal.. verbally toxic Metal pierced forked and hollow point tongue Dum-dums piled shot from gamblin gorilla gums Hooked on phonics, packin a viscious vocabulary Malicious with malice and mayhem Fuck a gorilla dictionary, Magilla Gorilla talkin to ya Yo-hoooooooo! Sup Brick City? T.C., what it be like? Yeahhh motherfucker! You got thirty-five seconds to get yo' ass to the flo' more free lyrics |
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7. _ Whut I'ma Do Now
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8. _ Diggy Doc
It's the Diggy Diggy Doc y'all, pumpin it yes y'all D.O.C. on the system, we kick it fresh y'all Lettin the bass thump on and strong and hard for PPP Engineerin the cut is E Double E Yo, it's the Diggy Diggy Doc y'all! .. Yo, yo yo, when I hear a "BASS" This goes out to my niggaz and y'all bitches The Benzes, Range Rovers, and sixty-four switches The C.I.A., Feds and even dogs sniffin I plant a bomb right by the bar when it starts kickin Doc stompin ground, Brick City hound WHAT? Guerillas out the jungle get gritty now WHAT? I'm walkin barefooted over loads of hot coal Cuts from the snot-nose keep your barbershop closed When it goes, Flex don't have to drop the bomb on it I keep my speech, +Bleek+, and my right mind on it So when it's time, I'm heard in the streets My mammal animal skin, excitin all the birds in your Jeep I'm crazy nigga, when I was young I spread and shaved both legs to my babysitter Ran into Bebe's Kids in a baby pickup Shot up Toys R Us and robbed Kay-Bee nigga! This is +Def+ poetry far beyond my control Fuck your teflon, be body-armed like the toll Unload from my Girbauds and make it hot for homey I puff so much of that green I BLEED guacemole It's like Shaq and Kobe, I be for four quarters Callin veternarians to get the doggs off ya "Animals Attack - Part Four," people starin I'm not the type of Focker that'll go and meet your parents I'm outside trick or treatin, fuck if my chick is cheatin I'm hungry as FUCK, and I hope you niggaz sick of eatin It's like the fourth letter, tenth letter, third letter Chickenhawk bird-getter, holla if you heard better I got a chick with no-ass-a'tall I fuck her for the love of that money, not basketball And when my man comes home, and the Def Squad is back YO, GIMME THAT RAP GAME, WE'LL TAKE CHARGE OF THAT more free lyrics |
9. _ Doggz II
[Throughout the song in the background] ["Doggz" - George Clinton Sample] [Redman] Yo, [Barks] Yeah Yeah, yo, yo ["Where my dogs at" - DMX sample (throughout Redman talking)] [Verse 1] Who them niggas Who will roll up to your front door hand on the pump (Doggz nigga) Kick down the door, and pull out the four, and lay niggas down for your man getting jumped What kind of nigga Drunk of that liquor high as hell with they hands in bitches' drawls What kind of nigga Fit that description that I'm talking bout hardcore niggas brawl And I'm a dog with lockjaw On the double R My squad can't be knocked off We Doggz [Chorus] [DMX sample (x 8)] [Redman (over samples)] Yeah [Barks] Virginia Doggz motherfucker Virginia Doggz Cincinnati Doggz Chicago Doggz [Verse 2] What kind of nigga Will steal your car at night as soon as you turn off the light? Pop that steering wheel, hit the club like a quarter till Wait till a victim get caught in the heist What kind of nigga Will fuck your girl gorilla style ass in the air? When I cum she cum, when she sleep I'm in the safe Where boyfriend stashed the cake then I'm out of here I know you not prepared Doc pop the flares For the niggas under the stairs We true Doggz [Chorus] [Redman (over samples)] Yeah [Barks] Jersey Doggz Where my California Doggz [Verse 3] What kind of nigga will do a bid And come home doing the same thing again That kind of nigga That'll search for that bitch ass nigga who ratted him in What kind of nigga Keep his mind on his money, music, not bitches at all (We don't love them hoes) That kind of nigga That don't care about your ice or VIP you getting robbed So take it off Right now Pack my Doggz Fuck who I'm assaulting Now we true Doggz [Chorus] [Redman (over samples)] Yeah [Barks] Canada Doggz nigga Yeah Baltimore Doggz Yeah North Carolina Doggz Yeah [barking - DMX sample (till fade)] [Redman (over samples)] Alabama Doggz Dirty Brick City Jerz, Jerz Yeah Can't forget them Ohio Doggz out there [Singers] W-K-Y-A more free lyrics |
10. _ WKYA (Drop)
[radio announcer] This is DJ Sayyyy WHAT?! on this motherfucker Comin at you live on WKYA Radio from the Brick City The weather is callin for it to be hotter than a MOTHERFUCKER out there So crack a brew, roll a blunt, cause the phone lines are open right now We've expanded to cities like Atlanta, D.C., Tampa, Chicago Dallas, Memphis, Detroit and L.A. So call in now, 1-800-High-as-a-Motherfucker That's 1-800-,High-as-a-MOTHERFUCKER!! DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it Spit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it.. DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it Spit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it.. [Redman] Yo, when I walk I stalk like a dog (AROOF!) Writin "fuck ya hometown" on ya wall (AROOF!) WKYA! Them niggaz that'll whip out the dick and piss ALL in your gar-ments When I come around, son lay 'em down This Homey the Clown play around so pay it now Sweepin the block up, Mayor Doc, he in town Ridin the highway at night to run a deer down; I look for the action Funk Doc, I don't look when I'm crashin! I'm so dope I could bundle cook-up by the aspirin Gaspin like it's Aspen, no air Beef we bring it on with tap shoes and hope the po'-po' there Graduated, they said Red would go nowhere (uh-uh) Now, SOURCE AWARDS, ride a water buffalo there Polo Gear, holes in it, the fo'-fo' wear Ass out, check the weather report for cold air (brrrr) On your hottest day of the summer, I snowmobile in Stack new jacks in the Carter, blow the building It's WKYA muh'fucker Bringin trouble your way, so duck muh'fucker! Yeahh! Two-hundred and fifty-five-thousand pounds of guerilla shit funk fo' yo' ass motherfucker! Bricks to Brook-nam, we hold it down, PPP Def Squad Ya tell me once and I'll tell you again Pull out the mac-10 and rob yo' friend, yeahhh! (Fucker) WKYA (We kickin yo' ass) more free lyrics |
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11. _ Judge Juniqua (skit)
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12. _ Dat Bitch
artist: redman f/ missy elliott
Album: malpractice
Song: dat bitch
Typed by: polikolo
Yo.. (fuck that nigga, look at her toes)
Yo! (you know you like toes nigga)
Bitches be talkin too much out here (god damn mami, you the one!)
.. dat bitch, dat bitch (nigga that's that bitch right there)
.. dat bitch, dat bitch
.. dat bitch, dat bitch, dat bitch (always poppin off at the mouth)
.. dat bitch, dat bitch
Turn it up some! turn my voice up some
That bitch!
.. dat bitch (where the fuck you at?)
.. dat bitch, dat bitch, dat bitch
Funk doctor spock (where she at yo?)
.. dat bitch, dat bitch, dat bitch (there she go, there she go yo)
(nigga there she go) over there that bitch (nigga there she go)
(nigga here we go..)
*redman:
Yo, dat bitch - the one that'll shut her mouth
Don't give a fuck if not my album out
Dat bitch, that'll hustle too
Pull out the baby .380 ask, "who the fuck are you?"
Dat bitch - that'll go out like +army men+
Dat bitch - wrappin her hair in barbie pins
When the pressure's on, you'll find a bomb in your car
In your trunk on the road to arlington
Yo, dat bitch - the one that'll take control
Brought me a 2-way when my pager broke
Dat bitch - that'll love to fuck, take it in the butt
When the doc comes, she won't wipe it up
Dat bitch - that'll whip a car better than me
Yo, dat bitch - splittin cigars better than me
Dat bitch - tattooes on her back and arm
And you see my name when the track is on
Dat bitch - that'll jump out dolo
With her toes in a pump with a shotgun pump out
Dat bitch - that'll roll proper, two phones
One for tricks and one for callin the doctor
Dat bitch - that'll give me brain when i'm thinkin
Dat bitch - that's makin me more insane than a ink pen
Dat bitch - that ain't scared to whup her kids
Know to bail doc out when my ass in the precinct
[chorus: repeat 2x]
Dat bitch, the one that'll shut her mouth
That'll keep it on the low what i'm all about
Dat bitch, when i'm on the run, she give me a gun
* 1 - hide me out at her father's house
* 2 - hide me out at her momma's house
Dat bitch, that'll give me brain when i'm thinkin
Dat bitch, that's makin me more insane than a ink pen
Dat bitch, doc need a real bitch for this
Go-rilla, rilla, rilla, rilla
*missy elliott:
I'm dat beatch, b-i, t, c-h
Won't fuck a nigga until it's payday
Make him think i'm in love, oooh baby
Fuck witcha nigga, makin motherfuckers hate me
Dat beatch - i'm in the classified
Dat beatch - make a nigga go and buy me a ride
Do you know who, i be?
I'm the m-i crooked, letter y nigga
Bad to the bizzy bone
Quick bitch talk shit night long
I run shit, done done shit
Pop a gun shit, slap a bum bitch
Dat beatch - yo you heard it first from me
Dat beatch - ain't nuttin but the same o.g.
Dat beatch - i'm, rollin and strokin
And jokin and workin i'm
[chorus]
[missy elliott]
Heyyyyy, you're the only one for me
Yeahhhh-ahhh-ehhhhhh
Reggie noble.. keep it gangsta.. eh-hehh, mmmm
She's the one, she's the one, only one
Heyy-eyyy, lives her life, pays the price
When she keeps it gangsta, yeahhh-hahhh
Ohhhhh, yeahhhhahhhh.. {*fades out*}
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13. _ Who Wants To Fuck A Millionaire (skit)
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14. _ 2-way Madness (skit)
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15. _ Jerry Swinger Stickup (skit)
Jerry:Welcome back to the Jerry Swinger show. Today's show is about
women who feels neglected in relationships. Here we've got Mercedes and we also have her
seven year boyfriend ray-ray row-row
Ray Ray:well it's Ray-Ray motherfucker
Jerry:that's what I said.
now Mercedes why do u feel neglected by Leroy
Ray Ray: RAY-RAY MOTHERFUCKER
Mercedes:It's Rey Rey... Well i'm tired of Ray Ray's bullshit
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16. _ Malpractice Intro
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17. _ Soopaman Luva 5 (part I)
Somebody stole my mojo! yo, once again..
Soopaman luva flyin through the fuckin sky
I'm lookin for my mojo, i'm fried chinky-eyed
My cape is still tore up, but i make a lil' money
I'm like ace ventura, duckin my landlord
The land of the poor, where i handle my biz
I got a weed spot on the block hannibal live
Pokemon on the pipe, rudolph the deer red-nose
Glow in the night, when his nose gettin right
I pimp snow and vanna white on the hoe stroll
Dr. ruth on e, sippin old gold
Mr. t on crack, mohawk cornrow
In south park with the chef, in the stolen ford
I'm lookin for my mojo, where it at?
Got a apb on it dawg, where it at?
I ran into cita, from bet
She said, "man is a nigga, that's fast on the trigger
I thought he was you, when we had the party for two
My girlfriend said the same, majority rules"
Damn!! who takin my women?
Who takin my chickens around thanksgiving? now that's pimpin!
Called my man meth and bishop don juan
He smokin a blunt, other sippin sean don
He said it ain't the game, but how you play it
So i can't hate the game, so i'm dyin to play it
Now i'm back in the air, ready to put my smack down
I'm searchin for the impostor to pat down
I'm urgin to put the glock up and clap rounds
It's curtains like jimmy hoffa, he not found
So ride on me, try homey
Your plan'll fail like the acme kit from coyote
Now i'ma find the bastard that stole my juice
Soopaman part five, in your archives
[singers]
I'm yo soopaman baby, that's who i am
Flyin through the air, without a care
I'm high as hell blazin, that cali weed (kryptonite for life)
That kryptonite bud, that sticky green
I'm yo' soopaman (he's yo' soopaman) i'm yo' soopaman
I'm yo' soopaman (whoaaa yea yea yea yea) i'm yo' soopaman
I'm yo' soopaman (he's high as hell for life)
I'm yo' soopaman (that cali weed)
I'm yo' soopaman (kryptonite baller)
I'm yo' soopaman (sticky green)
{*needle drags across the record*}
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18. _ Enjoy Da Ride
[Streetlife] Yo, I know the streets is watchin' Dirty date niggas caught blockin' or glockin' Waitin' for my down four street got options Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay rockin' All emcee's falled when I heard the albums droppin' Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap concoction Rap's in a state of emergency, it's shockin' I produce joints that loosen up the socket Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit Bang your head to this, pump your fist if your feelin' it Ride the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? (You) Who the ultimate? (Wu) Stay commited, sold my soul to this rap shit Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quick I roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuits And grab my dick and flick it, get the picture [Redman] Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the front So hard the airbags use nasal pumps Jump out, cock the shoti (Rasie em up) I stomp holes if the ground aint paved enough Inform the former the first step was a warm-up The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was Chikens that'll run in, burn the barn up Shots'll tear Sean John and Phat Farm up I never gotta Soul Train award Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all Never, trick a bitch car payment off I'm a orangatang when the chain is off Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask Leavin' stains of blood on your Rolie Glass When im in your hood nigga throw me bags [Method Man] Lets trick the night fantastic I'm flexable, they used to call me plastic These big butt bitches get they ass kicked It is what it is, shittin' on y'all kids Couldn't live where we live I can't be defeated like nobody used to wizz Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids Right? You know the clan and you know the fuckin' man Meth rock a mic without a kickstand Two blunts, and razors in his wristband Slap you and your bitch man Lookin' in your lobby, call me stick-man When it's goin' down, call me quicksand Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be flexin' As hard as my erection, kid learn your lesson Cuz what if I decide to start testin' the joint in the muthafuckin session? [Saukrates] Let a nigga get into it Lubricate y'all veins with your "Do-It" fluid I Einstein these rymes, spit these thangs to prove it Cross with the mac, in fact my games are truest Now im on the highway, doing it my way With Street the legal, Meth, Roc, and Doc friday Performin' like the weather was warm And drop heat on the streets through zero degree storms And keep the ghetto, pop your metal Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow The addiction, aint no friction I got them rap heads fillin' out a prescription With diciton, they in thick, when I put fire to the stakes And burn the arch, like a iron to your face These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the button more free lyrics |
19. _ Smash Sumthin'
[adam f]
Here come the remaining beautiful people
And for all of you who survive, we hope you enjoyed the ride
2002 will see some new added features
Such as - the spinal spinning spiral splitter
And - the corkscrew cock cruncher
Plus, the fat fuckin bitch backslapper
And not forgetting - the one finger ringer
So, until next time boys and girls, goodbye!
Cunters journey home, toodaloo, ta ta - and fuck off!!
From the "rollercoaster malpractice"
[redman]
(red-man!) they done let me out
(red-man!) they done called my name
(red-man!) they done read the four chapters..
.. now i'm back, brick city, i've been born again
Master, hit the switch - igor, he's alive!!
Yo.. set it off
Set it off, yo yo yo
Let's start ridin, my flows bring the tide in
While john cochran break your pride in
I shacked up before you married up
Took the ring, pawned it for an acura
Doc, breakin the sound barrier
Hardcore bullet, fo'-fo' pull it
Got your camp runnin, used it for footage
Brick city suspects couldn't(?)
Yo, watch me leap through trees
Attackin sharks in the _deep blue sea_
Aim lock on, _goldeneye_
War in the snow storm, with double-oh on
U.k. blow your horns
Put you in, i.c.u., gettin blood drawn
Doc did it, off an adam f bomb
I move like robotron, turn the lights off!
.. girl she had a big fat ass
.. we smokin weed tonight, we smokin weed tonight, c'mon
What i want everybody to do right now
Is blow your motherfuckin horns
Louder, louder!!
[chorus: redman]
Yo, if you want that shit (that shit)
That hardcore rough shit (rough shit)
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin
If you want that shit (that shit)
That smoke and fuck a bitch shit
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin
[redman]
Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by the pancreas
Your whole camp enlists, abandon ship
Push your knuckles up and dance with it
I'll shut down cops, steal they badges
Off of 'operation: kill da wabbit'
Ppp niggaz be jackin cabbage
Looked in the camera and pull the mask up
Laughin at ya, yeah i x'd you out
Somebody help him out with mouth to mouth
You to me son, what you talkin bout?
If your third eye look then i (?) it out
Bitches fuck me barely walkin out
For a thievin ass hoe (?) mark it out
It's one mo' body in the hall for now
Verbal assault killer, calm him down
I open fire, made you retire
Hung your shoes from a telephone wire
So when i ride by, i brag on it
Paragraphs flower, toe tags on it
I plant a bomb where you pick your mail up
It's bricks, so y'all hit the fallout shelter
Doc, niggaz, bitches, jump up
Criminals, hustlers, hoes, jump up
[chorus] - 2x
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20. _ Let's Get Dirty
Attention, all you niggaz, all you bitches Time to put down the Cristal, time to take off the ice for a minute Time to throw a little mud in this motherfucker.. [barking] Turn me up some [more barking] Yo [barking] [Red imitates an old woman] Ohh shit! Who those motherfuckers comin in here? No, it can't be! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! [Redman] Yo.. yo, gimme some room I'm throwin elbows Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the fuck is them? If I gotta pay to get in the club I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P. I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P My dress code is all black when I'm makin the moves Similar to the new Playstation 2 I can't help it if the club only packin a G And the fire marshal wanna shut it down in 3 And you ballin ass niggaz, whose dressed to kill for the hoes showin the toes with extra heels (man!) I gotta get in, I drove here with a carLOAD of bitches charged on Belvedere My niggaz hit the cells if the line is thick So I drive the 500, through the door of the bitch [DJ Kool] Yo Red, wassup man? Aiy they ain't tryin to let you in the club! Yo, DJ Kool to the rescue! We gon' break this joint down! Aiyyo.. a-huh, a-huh, ahh! [Chorus: DJ Kool + Redman] If you pumpin this one in your truck (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty) If you really don't give a WHAT? (l-let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty) Everybody get your hands up (l-let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty) If you ain't come to party SHUT UP! (l-let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty.. [Redman] Yo, security pattin my legs and waist but if I vacate the place, it'll be [gunfire], "stay down!" All my niggaz in the huddle, on the count of three we gonna bumrush The Tunnel, with a pound of weed Cut the light on, you see it's Brick City in here Blazin like Biggie passed us a semi in here Don't sleep, stay wide awoke You dialed Doc, not dial-a-joke Crawl or you'll die in smoke I keep it heated when the hawk is out Seated low Tahoe, beat it when the dark is out I'm outside of the line and I'm actin a fool like a three o'clock bully, waitin after school (Punks!) I've been in this line for hours I even killed the time by helpin my man pass out fliers Now all I wanna do is get in where I fit in Shake my ass with the baddest pidgeon with her wig in JUMP, MOVE, CRASH, SMOKE, DRINK Shake that ass stank, the fuck you think? Poppa Bear at the table, and the porridge is pourin Since +Def+ is the label I belong in a morgue! I'm walkin half-dead, actin senile with bigga niggaz from jail than the one on "Green Mile" I'll huff and puff, blow the club down I'll snuff a duck, I'm headed Uptown [DJ Kool] Yeah that's right! We up in this joint now Aiyyo we gettin ready to take over Freddie, you grab the mic, I'ma grab the turntables We gon' rock this joint baby! - a-huh, a-huh, ahh! [Chorus: DJ Kool + Redman] If you got up in the club free (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) And you drunk up in the V.I.P. (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) If you swingin from them club lights (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) And you like to start them club fights (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty.. Everybody wave your hands now (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) Everybody jump up and down (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) Everybody come to wild out (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) If you a big dog no doubt (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty.. Everybody wave your hands now (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) Everybody jump up and down (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) Everybody keep it goin now (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty) Just a little bit louder now (let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty.. c'mon, c'mon! (let's get dirty) A-huh, a-huh, ahh-huh! (let's get dirty) Keep it goin now (let's get dirty) more free lyrics |
21. _ Real Niggaz
[icarus]
Yeah, now, now is you motherfuckers ready for this? (c'mon)
Do you really think you ready for this? (c'mon)
Do you know that you ready for this, huh?
We gon' see if you ready for this
[scarface]
I be the street sweeper nigga
Quick to leave your whole block shook and shot at
From fuckin round with the mi-dack
Eleven, twenty-four, act 47
Fuck who's standin around them get close up and down and
I done came here to get brains
Shoot you twice in your stomach
Then leave your boxin shorts full of shit stains
You're bitch-made, you ain't a gangsta you a sucker ass
These niggaz scared of your bark {*barkin*} but bitch i touch ass
And bust back, what's that? it's face-mob in effect
With icarus, reggie, jamal and treach
I told you that talkin wasn't shit to me
So bitch be more specific when you spit for me
"it ain't shit to me," you a hoe in fifth degree
A discharge from a dick disease
You lil' maggot, part time thug for a faggot
Plastic-ass chump, you don't want no static
[chorus: redman]
Real niggaz - louder
Real niggaz - louder, louder
Real niggaz - yo
Real niggaz..
[redman]
Yo, yo, yo
It's funk doc, i thought you knew
Ppp in the back and they parkin to, jump
Thorough borough, bricks, ashy elbow kid
I fuck chicks off elmo flicks
My tape is off safety, tongue the gun
Mouth to barrel, i spit, it numbs the front
"so what 'cha what 'cha wannnt?" yo, my boys is beastie
We grew up untamed, unemployed and eatin
You sharks in the water, avoid the deep end
We only fuck chicks that enjoys the beatings
Young ike turners, disco infern-ers
Concentratio camp, nobody turn up
I roll up a 'x' that came with kits
Leave you with "nightmares" dana dane was with (niiight-marrres)
I can train yo' bitch, with a chain and whip
It, blow the block down while i change the clip
[icarus]
Yo, don't approach me wrong, little kids call me smokey-mon
Cause the blunts that i light set off smoke alarms {*beep beep*}
And i stand on the corner 'til my coke is gone
Niggaz wanna get they ice picks, poke the don
But they know i got a gun big as oprah's arm
And i know a old lady that'll choke they moms
A attitude, that's what i don't walk without
Nigga i'ma time for it, you just talk about
Ic' is the man, and i never been to japan
Got a japanese bitch with my dick in her hand
This is the plan, i'm about to get in the van
Go and get rid of the man, i done did it again
Skunk i blow, then off to the trunk i go
Pull the pump out slow, dump out fo'
I'm the nigga that the streets raised
I'm the nigga that'll make 3-ways outta nigga pj's
The nigga, that'll smack the shit out the dj
If he don't give icarus shit a replay
Poker flush, y'all niggaz joke too much
And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we
[chorus]
[jamal]
First of all you gotta have balls unlike some who act hard
I was real ever since i shot out my pops black balls
I'm real, i can sense danger and tap calls
I'm real, i feel when haters wanna clap 'mal
I look a nigga eye to eye when i speak
I'm transparent, i can see if you a killer or a freak
Or a bitch that'll do anything to get rich
Or a snitch that'll drop dime on the click
Or a fake, that'll rather see me at my wake
Or a jake tryin to infilitrate, give me a case
I'm real like, bitch, get the fuck out my face
I'm real like let me stick my dick in ya mouth, give you a taste
I'm a real nigga if i don't get no bigger
I'm five-five, still knockin out tall niggaz
We real niggaz plottin on dummies with tall figures
Real niggaz hands on forty caliber triggers
Bullets hummin, real like redman's fifth comin..
[treach]
Trigger treach..
Bastards blunts, buddhas bullets black gats is the lingo!
Fuck a jolly jingle, old bitches break for bingo
Christmas time i crack yak and kris with kringle
Gettin funk from nymphos and scratch my nuts witcho' single
Who's the game scratcher minus the rap masters
Name is heyyy, with the gay(?) g after
My thugs on the street with the heat, listen to me
See them diamond d.m. medallions, snatch! you give 'em to me
Mally g's a part of me, icky slips his ownself mickies
In crowded armories, fuck with redman you're a dead man at the robbery
You'll be (?) adebisi greasy put him on to me, fuck that
I'm a throwin flames fanatic, bashin brains come at it
Beat you with the shit that they used to frame the attic
Your skank-ass go voo-doo, poodle-wig wearin rashy
Rusty and trusty, musty-wack-nasty
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22. _ Soopaman Luva 5 (part Ii)
[redman]
Aiyyo yo fuck that!
Aiyyo i gotta find my motherfuckin mojo
Aiyyo reggie noble, aiyyo reggie noble c'mere nigga!
Aiyyo start it off while i tell you how it went down
Yo, yo
Put the drop down, get your smoke on
Get your feel on, are you feeling?
Get your girl on, get your squeeze on
Get your bus on, are you chilling?
Are you wheeling, are you feeling?
How you feeling? and we gon' hooo-oooh-ooh
(tell me what you doin)
C'mon, yo yo-yo yo, yo yo
I had to put the mash down, throw the cash around
Stay focused, on the case put the hash down
Jetted through the air about five miles per hour
My mojo gone i can't fly like i wanna
But this case is easy, find that motherfucker that
Couldn't wait to be me, put his face on tv
From the tec blow, i asked my ex-hoes
Pass off some info for a pair of x.o.'s
Write the check low, i don't do that
I told you that shit before when i boned your back
Now i'm back to square one, and everybody hatin
So i popped the flare gun, now they all escapin
Ran into gator, from _jungle fever_
He's my people and my neighbor, i said i need a favor
He said for ten dollars, and for ten whoppers
From burger king, i'll tell you the nigga who gotcha
Gave him what he wanted plus the extra large fry
He said blue eyes, blonde hair, a white guy
I said... what the fuck goin on?
A white guy interruptin my fuck flowin on?
So i copped some new ammo, reloaded my flare gun
Stalkin like rambo, mixed with commando
Gator pushed the ten-speed bike, i'm on the handle
Crashed into somethin cause he high off my man blow
I jumped up and backtracked myself
Who's the last hoe i fucked or throat i cut?
I said wait a minute, yo, that bitch jane on the prowl again
I bet she up to no good, actin foul again
Yeah, yeah, it ain't nuttin, i get her if i want her
Matter of fact i'm gonna cause she live around the corner
I walked up scared with my hands on my flares and my armor
Cause she bring drama like jeffrey dahmer
But i heard fuckin all the way from the bottom
I'm like, damn she yellin! kinda made me jealous
Knocked on the door enraged
Like a broke-ass rapper, at a label that ain't toured in days
Do it clown, before i count to four now
Cause if i hit five them flares'll blow your door down
I heard the zipper zip up, and they was tryin to run
So i re-clipped the clip up, and blew it before one
Freeze motherfuckers, i jumped on jane back
I want the cheese motherfuckers, and my name back
We tusslin, fightin, bitin skin and rustlin
Slaps in the face, chokes with the belt buckle and
Her knees bucklin, i thought to myself
"where's that motherfuckin white guy she was fuckin?" then
Right out the blue {*clang!*} owww! {*birds chirpin*}
Who dat? who dere?
.. (this program will be continued)
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