Redman

[fox69]

"Muddy Island (Skit)"

"Muddy Island (Skit)"


This is Yolonda reporting from WKYA Radio.
We're here live on the Muddy Island
where reportedly five girls and their father were eaten alive from these horrific monsters.
The cause of it they say is from the Muddy Waters 2 album.
There is no official investigation being taken at this time
as we are the first and the only ones here. Wait what?
Umm, we have classmates here that have traveled by themselves to show their support.
Now I don't know if their parents know that they are here or not
but we will keep you tuned in. Oh shit, I'm out of here. Everybody run!

 

[fox69]

"Muh-Fucka"

"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!!

 

[fox69]

"My Zone!"
(feat. Markie, Shooga Bear)

"My Zone!"
(feat. Markie, Shooga Bear)



Yo its on!
Crackers, crackers
Niggaz, Niggaz
(This is a test of the emergency smokecast system)
Crackers, crackers
Niggaz, niggaz
Fuckers, fuckers
(This is a test,
This-this is a test of the emergency smokecast system)
Crackers, crackers
Niggaz, niggaz

[Redman]
Yo yo yo
Funk Doc is on a world tear jumpin' 15,000 feet
out of plane in the air like where
The next ghetto i'm gonna run
I'm gonna shut them ear drums until you talkin' sign language
There go son!
Walls start to bleedin when my jaws is leakin'
Doc do 200 first week your label call a meeting
Yea i'm gonna let the gorrilas up in your building
Kick your door, shoot up the ceiling
Snatch the coke, kidnapp the children
Don't start lying about your tire being flat
Or catching a allergy attack
I'll axe the battle and the bat
Saddling them ho's like yeeehaw!
Bitch enjoy the tour when you're fuckin
the Doc 5 O'clock free ride
Ambulance too late for them
These paper thin niggaz robbin' at the ATM with a staple gun
I'm a rookie scuba diver, Holler
You rap scholars do the knowledge
You wont make it through to college
B the R I-C-K
Never wore those, My lyrics to the mic
Is like my hormones to pornos
Bitches keep the door closed

[Chorus]
Mothafuckers be tryin to step in my zone
I grab my chrome
And be like yo its on [x4]

[Markie]
Aiyo who fuckin' with us
We bustin' your gut with lyrics
You either feel it or fear it
And smash the hardest artist regardless in steez
I'm heartless with these (you ready) cock it and squeeze
With precise precision you better listen
Guaranteed to blow your vision if we engage in collision
Talk slick and be laid out in chalk
I still stay out in Newark
And blaze my way into court
So nigga fuck what u thought

 

[fox69]

"Nigga Like Me"

"Nigga Like Me"


Check it out
Redman [?] twenty two on a car tire
Ring bells like Mel's Diner
I'm sharp hair made of barbed wire
Chemdawg, nicotine, for your menthol on Crenshaw
43rd fresh off the [?]
I got connects like SIM cards
I know hip-hop is part of my life
I love it like it's my wife
My credit card that I swipe
True Religion's all on my Nikes
7: 30 train wreck, brain freeze
I'm Capo, Marvel, got the Iron Man, Stan Lee

I get it, who can't fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that)
I get it, who can't fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that)
I get it, who can't fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that)
I get it, who can't fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that)
I can't stop like Diddy Boi when I'm grindin'
I hold down Brick City boy and Shaolin
These hoes rub they titties boy when I'm driving
My boys smoking that loud when we be wild'n

Sour diesel, medicate
Start a cypher, elevate
Fuck the hater, eliminated
These angry birds is feather weights
Hood down, street smart
With a cap 'n gown, class clown
Failed math but graduated from a dime bag to a half a pound
90 era is harder
Orca out the water
'For Wayne started the Carter
Before T-Pain did the auto
I had lyrics, nigga
Drunk as hell, I spit the liquor, dirt diggler
I kick it off like Monday night
Then run it back like Emmit Mister

I get it, who can't fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that)
I get it, who can't fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that)
I get it, who can't fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that)
I get it, who can't fuck with a nigga like me (Copy that)
I can't stop like Diddy Boi when I'm grindin'
I hold down Brick City boy and Shaolin
These hoes rub they titties boy when I'm driving
My boys smoking that loud when we be wild'n

Copy that, copy that, copy that

WKYA where we support whores, hookers, thots, and [?]

 

[fox69]

"No Chance (Vince McMahon Theme)"
(feat. Rock (Heltah Skeltah))

"No Chance (Vince McMahon Theme)"
(feat. Rock (Heltah Skeltah))



[Chorus One x2: Redman, {Rock}]

Aiyyo there's {there's} no {no} chance in hell
{No chance in hell}
you gonna take what's mine, you're just too frail
Aiyyo there's {there's} no {no} chance in hell
{No chance in hell}
you gonna take what's mine, you're just too frail

[Redman]
Are you ready for war? Then bring it on
and I Kraftmatic like a stripper;
when it's out you throw your cash at it
Hope I don't rat-tat-it from the hash and grass addict
I spit and mad rap-it like I took a bad package
You pay tolls to the drummer, I EZ-Pass at it
But when it's time I bad habit, let the Mac at it
You don't want what we got in store
Keep your mother-in-law indoor when we walk outdoor
Dem four paws on my Benz what you shoppin for
You looked at your rims was like,
"What I cop them for?"
Cause I'ma Brick City native, spit nice like Jada'
Sheik style invades ya private property and lay ya
down for the count, so I'm round in the mouth
You say they town in the house, so I'm drownin em out
That's like seein [?] Atlantic Ocean in a frantic motion
When I write my hand is open, other one is catipultin
onto white sheets we fight to the white meat
Spillin on your 325 icey, wifey
I ain't sayin I'll do it, I got [niggaz] that will
I go to the Benz dealer, test drive it and peal
{ERRRR!} I be leaked out like [?] pad of em
with ghetto chickens that can stash 30 bags of em
I'm at the club with Boot Camp ready to bag somethin
to take yo' [shit] like yo' punk-ass never had nuttin

[Chorus Two x2: Redman, {Rock}]

Aiyyo there's {there's} no {no} chance in hell
{No chance in hell}
you gonna take what's mine, you're just too frail
{You can't beat me} you ain't got no chance in hell
{You can't see me} you ain't got no chance in hell

[Rock]
Everytime, befo' I catch you, and make you pay
Everyone here works for me, I have em break two legs
two arms, and - two of your ribs for mistakes you made
The [nigga] that you hate that hate'll make you hate yo' fate
Don't ever utter-or-mutter a word soundin like a threat
You see that slew of bruisy dudes, guess who writes them checks?
ME, B-U, double-M, double-E, Jab
Bummee Jiddab, my soldiers play the back
Magnum Force Corporation - family bidness is what you facin
We like immigration - we send you back to where you came from
I display the, real meanin of danger with a rusty gemstar banger
or I have your baby momma flame ya
I got away with, [shit] that'll get you life
But I only got one felony - I COULD STICK YOU TWICE
From Brick City to Brownsville do you [niggaz] think it's on
like many a gambler's bankroll, you'll soon be gone

[Chorus Two]

[various samples and scratches]

[Chorus Two]

[Redman]
Aiyyo (aiyyo) aiyyo (aiyyo) there's.

 

[fox69]

"No Mo' Soopaman Luva"

"No Mo' Soopaman Luva"


[Redman]
Yeah I'm thinkin 'bout not bein the Soopaman Luva no mo' mayne

[Friend (Redman)]
Man, think about givin up (holla at 'em yeah)
Soopaman Luva (Soopaman Luva)
Nigga is you crazy? (I ain't crazy)
You can smoke a pound of weed
Fly through the air all day
Use your X-Ray vision to look through women's skirts
Land in chicks' living rooms any time you want
And you wanna give all that up? (I'ma give it up)
Nigga is you crazy?
Sheeit fool you better come on in
Hold on Soopaman [sword sound]
Hold it hold it hold wait a minute wait a minute
Ay y'all ay y'all
I put five dollars on this dice game!
Y'all niggaz better quit fuckin with me!

 

[fox69]

"Noorotic"

"Noorotic"


Y'all motherfuckers buckle y'all motherfuckin seatbelts
If you need to get high, there's a mask and shit in the overhead compartment
I can't tell y'all what the weather's like cuz my radio's fucked up
And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty
Don't panic, take one more hit off the oxygen mask
Calmly put your hands between your legs
And kiss your black ass goodbye!!

I'm swift like a motherfuckin gift for Christmas
When I send my vapors off like Halls menthalyptus
My verbs and nouns shatter walls of underground
Let me be blunt: I like crackin brews with bitches
The ninety-four era I cause terror, whatEVER
Rainin on you punks with the funk, so get your umbrellas
My guns cruise, tennis shoes, what's happenin
I got clapped on, now I'm the one doin the clappin
I'm Flexi Wit Da Tec like Artifacts make Memorex
blow tape decks when I'm more strapped than latex
Felt like menopause, I make niggaz act like beatches
Yo yo that nigga Red be frontin - with they ass full of stitches
Woo! I just don't give a FUCK
I bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia
Travel around my curse universe
I'm droppin 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert
Droppin the slang, I'll bust your brains with the real shit
Come hit my blunt so I can make y'all feel it
Abuse niggaz verbally so call Dyfus
I'm a warrior, to the heart, but I didn't kill Cyrus
Noorotic, my style format rocks the project
I get as ill as chief of police on narcotic
Give me a time and I'll free your mind and lick your
funky emotions, to blow your veins up with funk overdosing
Now who's that nigga that got your crew bellin?
Not with guns with funk when I rock tracks like Van Halen

I'm in the world, with Jacob's Ladder
I'm seein a lot of happy copycat rappers actin like they got asthma
They attackin me, they slowin they rhymes down actually
They got factories with little dolls named after me
But it's no question my funk segment leave the whole atmosphere
pressed-in, I take advantage of niggaz like I was molesterin
Newark New Jersey's what I represent
Iiiiiiiyiiiihhhhh
My brain be zoned and I phoned home to ET's home
and to hook me up with stash spots to put my chrome in
Whattup to Prince Street, Avon Ave I roll a spliff with
Fat to be passed through Bedrock and Diamond District
So what the fuck I got clapped on for my truck
Then I laughed cause fuck the cash I just wanted my tape bag
Fantastic fabulous my shit is fat shit
The bomb like Elway throw bombs on John Madden
Fuck that, let's get to the point, my shit's the joint, I roast
Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast
voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets
PPP packs a bunch of wild motherfuckers

Hold hold hold, wait wait wait
Let me school this bitch
Yo bitch my shit is tight, can any MC do this
[sounds of sex]
And come back on the mic?

I think not, my paper make pen leave nuff ink spots
On blocks where your punk ass still bustin off slingshots
Talkin shit about me when I'm drivin by slowly
Sayin I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me
Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back
and let your moms give me cornrows on my crack
Cause I'm nasty like that

 

[fox69]

"Off The Wall"
(feat. Eminem)

"Off The Wall"
(feat. Eminem)



[Eminem]
No matter what people say
I'm gon keep rappin this way
No matter what you may think
I'm gon keep doin my thing

[Eminem]
I'm almost as famous as fat bald men
Decided to write songs to teach Mouseketeers to sing
I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad luck (crash)
Causing terror to Christina Aguilera
When I grab her by the hair and drag her across the Sahara
Beware of this rap terrorist with a therapist
With a hair up his ass like a rabbit crawled in his pants
Got a habit of holding Tylenol in his hands
Til it melts in his fuckin palms and dissolves in his glands
(So who is it?) The fool who visit the playground
Wit two biscuits to lay down the school district
Get pistol whipped wit a Mauseburg
Wit a pistol grip and fed pitbulls shit
Sniff glue sticks like I give two shits
If I get too rich, I just get sued

[Redman]
Yo, I leave wit no injure, after I blow four in ya
One handstand on top of yo' ninja
Crash it, (ERRRR) Doc stir the madness
til y'all outta work like Tony Atlas
Walkin, cans in the laundry basket
America's most with the army after us
Fuck flossin, we take what's yours
A low fifteen like a ace in four
I'm outta work, but Doc laid them off
(shit, the power's out) The tape is off
Yo, you targeted from arsonists
Papermate pens filled wit arsenic
I got hoes that don't know what Prada is
Doc could shape up, touch your barber miss
Betty you wit a bloody blade
I turn rap camps into Crystal Lake
Fuck bitches face is what I'ma do
Cuz that what white boy Tano do

[Eminem]
So how is everybody doin tonight?
Hope you're in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight
Cuz uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this... Off the Wall!!

[Redman]
Yo, so how is everybody feelin tonight?
Hope you're in the mood to get rude and ill in a fight
Cuz uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna bump... Off the Wall!!

[Eminem]
No matter what people say
I'm gon keep rappin this way
No matter what you may think
I'm gon keep doin my thing

[Redman]
Yo, you could buy Jaz spittin', hospital, son admit it
Rip your lips off, kiss my ass wit it
Slap bitches, got Marshall Mathers (printin)
Weed, X, and the acid tabs did it
I was happenin wit no rerun
Like Rob DeNiro when the Heat come
My barrel hang out the Camaro
Aimed at the nose of them hoes it's hard to breathe from
Flash the gat, your town, bogardin'
Yo' wallet, your chain the main target
Beef is like cold engine, don't start it
Bust in the air and hit a airplane pilot
We clowned you, rap surround sounds around you
From ten speed and brown shoe
Doc and Eminem, cock the M & M
Blood flows with 2Pacalypse and them

[Eminem]
It's like, Funk Doctor meets the punk rocker
Got the drugs stopped inside the lunch box (uhh)
Pop junk like I just got jumped
Popped the trunk and pulled out the shotgun pump
Knock wood, it's all good, thank God for Vodka
Cuz wit my luck, I'll probably get shot by a stalker
Probably got a fanatic waitin upstairs in the attic
Wit a automatic callin me up there
My man Stan wit a gat in his hand
Stakin my house out in a tan tinted Sedan
He pull your mouth out til you can't finish a damn
Ham sandwich, or your can spinach and Spam
Til you gotta sip through a straw, shoplift through the mall
Pictures of me on my mom's living room wall
Hey ma, maybe I'll give you a call
Sike you fuckin bitch, suck a dick and two balls
I'm givin you all my job descrip'
Which is, to piss bitches and priests off with this
Pop more pills than police officers
Arrive at the scene and pull me off of Kim
Teeth off my dick, hands off my balls
But y'all can kiss my ass, pants off and all
Cuz I'm so goddamn off the wall
I might as well as be a painting smashed on the floor

[Redman]
So how is everybody feelin tonight?
Hope you're in the mood to get rude and ill in a fight
Cuz uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna bump to this... Off the Wall!

[Eminem]
So how's everybody doin tonight?
Hope you're in the mood to get drunk and scream in a fight
Cuz uh, we gettin down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if y'all don't wanna bump to this... Off the Wall!

[Eminem]
No matter what people say
I'm gon keep rappin this way
No matter what you may think
I'm gon keep doin my thing
No matter what people say
I'm gon keep doin my thing
No matter... oh

 

[fox69]

"Oh My"

"Oh My"


Let's go!
[Chorus:]
Make her say oh my every time I ride by
She like the way the jet black cadillac shine
(Ma-make her say) [x3] (oh my) [x3]

Yeah yo I hop out my ride I'm lookin fly
Come ride the pony but I'm nuttin like genuine
When benitime was is style I was bendin dimes
Now I'm tryna smoke with Obama at the pentagon
Baby it's been a time and I don't eat beef
I know ya'll niggas smell pussy
But it ain't me
Ya'll should rate me 12 on the richter
Disapear like chappelle on his sista

[Chorus:]
Make her say oh my every time I ride by she like the way the jet black cadillac shine
(Ma-make her say) [x3] (oh my) [x3]
Make her say oh my every time I ride by she like the way the candy apple cadillac shine
(Ma-make her say) [x3] (oh my) [x3]

Haha yeah yo I hop out my benz
I got my cash on
I'm on that kutch like ashton have some
When I was young it was time for some action
Now I'm grown an primetime (what's hapnun?)
Haha look atcha you on fire
Your toes got the sky hornier than Quagmire
28 on tha tire
Say hi to ya paper
Wave by to them haterz
See em later
Make em say! Oh My!

[Chorus:]
Make her say oh my every time I ride by she like the way the jet black cadillac shine
(Ma-make her say) [x3] (oh my) [x3]

Ha yeah I pull up to ya
Like what's up with ya
You see the cadillac girl let's cuddle up
I feel great
Baby dontchu life is like chess
Don't make the wrong
Haha but if you do
Don't worry bout it
Il be there like the jacksons
Don't worry bout it
I told my hood
I was gonna do it
Now I'm around the world reppin new wark

[Chorus:]
Make her say oh my every time I ride by she like the way the jet black cadillac shine (ma-make her say) [x3](oh my) [x3]
Make her say oh my every time I ride by she like the way the candy apple cadillac shine (ma-make her say) [x3] (oh my) [x3]

[Speaks: Redman]

 

[fox69]

"On Fire"

"On Fire"


(Them bitches swear they fly...)

[Busta Rhymes] "We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin steamy.."

[Redman]
Hahha
Now everytime I grab the mic I always start shit up
Sharper than your double-edger, watch me cough shit up
Live and direct, respect it to the underground connect
Pah!! I'm wreckin any MC you select
Yo E, load me in your gun, light the flares
Give me forty-eight bars, and I go out like gays at Billy Bear
Wear and tear, I'm wreckin for the Bricks is where
Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere
Conjunction junction what's your function
It's that nigga who's so swift I could lose a compass
Step into jams, with seven niggaz in a Land
And forty motherfuckers in some fucked up caravan
Drop the farenheight back down to zero
Bring Heat to the streets like I'm Pacino and DeNiro
Raw dog material, grand imperial
Talk to my shotty nigga, my ears ain't hearin you

So take heed to what I'm saying
Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nuccas ain't playing

Now do I look crazy? Deranged, maybe?
You shot first, your glock burst, but it graze me
Now time for lyrics, put up your guns
And watch me get this shit hoppin like the West was won
Got that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken heads
Crowd your Rap City committee, like I'm [Big Leads]
Most bigger than them Melendez brothers
You need Cochran when you're fuckin with Judge Red
Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash
I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin Tina ass
Hookers ridin dick, like I'm a motorcycle
You wanna shine bitch? Let me simonize you
I make sure your vision blur, till you don't know what occurred
Until I black out every nerver
Foul women get served as chicken head hors d'ouerves
I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!!
Hah, if you still look up in the sky I'm still high
All the way live like Lakeside
Wann die? E (whattup son), you got this beat pumpin
The way I feel niggaz ain't leave until they up in somethin
Pack my dutch like the niggaz in the county
Dayrooms, stay tuned, for Doc Illuminati
Up around them big butt freaks is where you find me
(Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante)

So take heed to what I'm saying
Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nuccas ain't playing

To my people in the back, if you're not the wack, say
Don't stop, the body rock
To my people in the front, if you're tokin on blunts, say
Don't stop, the body rock... aoowwwwwowwwww
I'm too strong for you to listen
I started spittin, that's why the brick niggaz be lickin
They stay on magazine written equipments
And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your bitch went
I'm smokin leaky out the Lec-y, fatal
My Squad steps with the ultimatum, true dat
My muzak, move crowds, like down the hill moved crack
For those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes back
Buddy, bringin money to your girl
for your little daughter like I'm Cutty
Twenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug G, quote it
I see you notice how I leave microphones corroded
Hahahahaha, your staff not up to par
You raw, you're more like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Call deep niggaz, keep the gas pedal floored
And I pump the funk to keep a room and board

[record scratches, rooster cackles]