Redman

[fox69]

"Soopaman Luva 5 (Part I)"

"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]

 

[fox69]

"Soopaman Luva 5 (Part II)"

"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)

 

[fox69]

"Soopaman Luva 6 (Part I)"
(feat. Hurricane G)

"Soopaman Luva 6 (Part I)"
(feat. Hurricane G)



[Soopaman Luva Chorus]

[Redman]
Yo, yo, what up yo, I be the Soopaman luva
I'm about five minutes right out ya baby mother
I'm still broke, still gutter
Hit four chicks, then avenge like folk brothers
Then rob a bank teller
I'm sorta like old yella, call me for trouble
I got chop for bullets that spread out the umbrella
I'm advanced boy, da doc bigalow, the man whore
Got Ms. Incredible and cat women on amcord
When neighborhood or city in a drought
Fuck a boat I could fly there, 300 an ounce
Reup my account, wear and durag and I ain't got waves
I only got haze pumpin out the bat cave
So when I'm flyin through ya hood it's a hit nigga
Isabella I need that sour diesel quick nigga
-Call for soopman luva on line 3-
Well who the fuck is it?
-Her name is Hurricane G-
What up G?

[Hurricane G]
They tryin to lock me up G
I can't do time cause my time is money
I just came from court for some bullshit charge
They tryin to do me like kim, throw me behind bars
What am I gonna do?

[Redman]
Fuck that I'm comin
With a gun like willis so you could feel drummin
I creep in when the lights out, sneak in to get you out
Lo jacks on my ears to tell me where your where abouts
Cause I air 'em out, sneak in though the West wing
Laundromat, duffle bag thinking of the next thing

[G] But I'm in the East wing
[R] Damn my shit broke
[G] Hurry up nigga, this water look piss cold

[Redman]
Hold tight for me, I'm already in
I'm in the kitchen corridor, climbin up the vent
I'm hot so hurricane so it might take me awhile
So when I get ya we gonna roll like mickey and loud

[Chorus]

[Redman]
Here we go, Yo, Yo the Soopaman Luv
Crawlin through the vent like that dude in breakfast club
I made a pit stop, seen a freak in the shower
So I gotta quick pop, pimp slapped her with powder
And told her if somebody asks you, you seen nada
And every week I come fuck you with marijuana

[G] Okay if you looking for Hurricane over there
[R] Oh shit, Hurricane
[G] Hey yo get me outta here

[Redman]
Hey yo C.O.'s watchin
Gotta move like grown men
Cause a distraction
Like the food gave you stomach pain
When the doctors come in, start the examining
I rush in with rubber gloves off the ambulance
Gun in one hand, the other palm around the nurse mouth
On the count of three this is how its gonna work out
1, 2...

 

[fox69]

"Soopaman Luva 6 (Part II)"
(feat. Hurricane G, Melanie Rutherford)

"Soopaman Luva 6 (Part II)"
(feat. Hurricane G, Melanie Rutherford)



[Intro: Redman (Hurricane G)]
ONE, TWO, THREE, YOO!! (YOO!!)

[Verse 1: Redman (Hurricane G)]
Kick in the door, then I yell, "DON'T MOVE!"
C.O.'s is like, "yo, who the fuck is this dude?"
I give ya a little hint, it's the Soopamanluva
Took the shotgun from him, then I shot that fucker
Threw it to Hurricane, she like ("Yea, let's do it!")
Snatched up a reporter that was here to interview her
Raised up one of his hands, put a bullet through it
Took off his Franck Muller, so Daily News know the time it took to rescue her
We goin' out the front door
Hurricane shotgun, hand lettin' the pump off
Bitches see it, and started wylin' in the mess hall
("Fuck the Warden! We gon' get you muhfucka!")
Ayyo, told you I was comin'

[Verse 2: Hurricane G (Redman)]
Nigga, I ain't never scared
I ain't givin' no state time for shit I didn't did (WOOO!)
Give me some more ammo, the front door's near
We two barrels smoke (with a hostage in here)

[Verse 3: Redman (Hurricane G)]
Yo G, you lock and LOAD? (Lock and load!)
Plan came together like the Eleven and Bellagio
We out the front door, Warden, shotty blow
I mash the gas 'til me and G is "adios!" ("Adios!")
That's how that Soopamanluva get down
(Yea, that's how that bitch Hurricane get down) Get down

[Outro: Melanie Rutherford (Redman)]
Ohhh, oh oh oh oh ohhh (Gilla House niggas)
Ohh ohhh, (Yo Hurricane G! Glad to have you back girl!)
Ohhh (yea yea yea yea yea yea)
Ohh, ohhh (Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla)
(Gilla House, Melanie, E3)
Ohh, ohhh (Like I told you nigga)
(You already know what it is nigga)
Ohhh, oh oh oh oh ohhh (Gilla house)
Ohh ohhh
[continues to fade]

 

[fox69]

"Sooperman Luva II"

"Sooperman Luva II"


(hard enough that I can chew a whole bag of rocks)
Hyah! Attention to all you punk motherfuckers out there
(uh-huh uh-huh, check it out, check it out)
Funky Noble Productions represent for the nine-four and nine-five area
Reggie Noble and Rockwilder in the house for the nizzow
If you don't know you might as well close your biz out
(To my peeps in Queens)
Yeah, ohh shit, yo, it's a bird
(Nah I thought that shit was a fuckin plane dude)
Nah nah nah, it's Soop, Soop, Soop-a-man
(It's on!)
Hah

[Verse One: Redman]

Well it's the Soopaman Lovah in your motherfuckin town
Get down go round and round like shocks on your G-spot
Honeydip, now all of y'all up in that funny shit
But I ain't switched, still a honeydip is a honeybitch
in the mix! So bitches be lookin fly and I'll run in em
With they toes and nails done, hair wrapped up with pins in em
Fifty-four eleven Reebox bitch which you need not
to do is get fly, cause where I'm from, bitches get speed knots
Slow your monkey ass down and hold your horses
Don't wanna know your name don't wanna know none of your sources
Just fix me, with a quickie, I swear more Lake's than Ricki
So bad I use my X-Ray vision to give y'all clits a hickie
And plus the weed I puff is from the planet of Cheech and Chong
Where the earth is chronic, and How To Roll a Blunt is the theme song
Oooh you makin me horny! Well uhh, let me wipe that wetness for ya
Slurped and burped, got that bitch more open than my door do
Let's take a journey up in the stars where I live at
Where I fuck Jane, Judy Jetson, and that robot bitch-ah
Grab onto the cape and uhh... I said before I took her
don't choke me! And it's up up and away I took the hooker
And it's on

[Verse Two: Redman]

We landed on my planet, we smoked out like a fuck up
Bought a dime from Jabba the Hut and some uncut for the hooker
She said, "I don't sniff blow I just smoke weed to get me horny.
So I'm nothin like that bitch in your last Soopaman Lovah story."
You go girl! But I didn't believe her, had to make sure
Where you from, the projects? "Yeahhhh, but I'm single.
You needed a quickie and I'm just that bitch to break you off, shit
my pussy's so good, it tickle my legs when I walk!"
Oh really, just show me a couple of ways how you'll thrill me
She lifted up her dress and the whole area got chilly
"So what you think of that?" I threw that bitch back on my back
Shit I live ten miles away, but I made it fo' seconds flat
I lived in the same building with Mr. Spock and Captain Kirk
Got R2D2 and Mork from Ork puttin in work
See I got the block sewn "Oooh baby let's get it on!"
About time, I opened the door she had her ass and tits showin
She rushed me to the room and stripped me out of my attire
She tied me to the bedposts then she lit the room on fire
She took out a scarf wrapped it around my eyes till I was blind
But with my X-Ray vision I saw the icepick from behind
So I broke out the ropes, smacked the hoe, then suplexed her
She pulled out a Tec and wet my chest with the S1's
"Oh shit I'm shot!" There was blood all over my finger!
I think I left my other bulletproof suit in the cleaner
She gave a whistle, they came in crews, word is bond
It was a bunch of Martian bitches with bodysuits and Platforms
"Damn, I gotta think of a plan, whatamIdo?
Did Superman have a gun?" Nah, but the Soopaman Lovah do!
So I pulled out the fo'-fifth, left the bitches open
Had another clip in case some mo' bitches want mo' shit
And I saw that trick Bewitched flying on her broomstick
Pa-dow! Shot her down because I leave no witness
Job well done I cleaned myself in a hurry
Oops! Gotta catch this blunt session
With I Dream of Jeannie and Kieth Murray
Aiyyyo-yo-yo Keith aiyyo what's up?
Aiyyo

 

[fox69]

"Suicide"
(feat. Blam)

"Suicide"
(feat. Blam)



[Intro: Redman (Blam)]
Gilla, yeah!
Man, fuck that, nigga!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
Yes, sir!
Gilla House!
You already know the business, nigga!
Gilla House, nigga!

[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo, you ain't gotta' ask, dog - who am I?
I walk in the street, my middle finger in the sky
And ever since a young boy, I had the hunger in my eye
So when you cut the check, if you don't gimmie mine

[Chorus: Blam]
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die
If you want that GRIT
And you're about the DOUGH
Better do it like a G, baby!

[Bridge: Redman (Blam)]
They call me crazzzzzzzzzay
I walk around like I just don't care
Once you get a grip
If I have to, I'll grab my fifth
And throw shit up, put your hands in the air
I'm a liiiiiiiiiiiiive wiiiiiiiiiiire!
(Gilla goodie with the glamour)
(Now it's time to bust!)
(Know what it is, when you're fuckin' wit' us!)

[Chorus: Blam]
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die
Suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die -- suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die
If you want that GRIT
And you're about the DOUGH
Better do it like a G, baby!

[Verse 2: Redman]
Redman, (Bak Inda Buildin') -- YES!
I got strippers on the pole
They like "Aiiiiiyyyo!"
Nigga, I got flow
My jewels is drippin'
All on the nuts, 'cause I do shit different
Doc is chillin', Jerz is chillin'
What can I say - fuck your feelin's
Dog, if you broke, you got it wrong
I'm tryna be (Paid In Full) like Mitch's home, nigga!
Ring the alarm, Redman crack
And if you get sleepy, then go take a nap!
My boys in the 'Lac, I'm right there wit' 'em
They ask, "What's that?"
"This shit here, nigga?"
"This shit here, nigga?"
This shit called Def SQUAD, proceed to rock your project!
You far from a threat like "Who is you?"
Better relax and say "What's up, baby boo?"

[Bridge: Redman (Blam)]
They call me crazzzzzzzzzay
I walk around like I just don't care
Once you get a grip
If I have to, I'll grab my fifth
And throw shit up, put your hands in the air
I'm a liiiiiiiiiiiiive wiiiiiiiiiiire!
(Gilla goodie with the glamour)
(Now it's time to bust!)
(Know what it is, when you're fuckin' wit' us!)

[Chorus: Blam]
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die
Suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die -- suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die
If you want that GRIT
And you're about the DOUGH
Better do it like a G, baby!

[Verse 3: Redman]
Understand that Gilla House
(Bak Inda Buildin') -- YES!
If you can't get a job, I feel your stress!
You can smell the (Funk), when the (Master Flex)
It's underground, nigga - (Protect Ya Neck)
Yeah, Bricks is chillin', Staten chillin'
What can we say - fuck your feelings!
Big girls like "Redman the shit!"
I had dreams of fuckin' me a fat chick! (Bee-atch!)
Let's do this, (Red Gone Wild)
I'm like a warrior tryna get to Coney Isle
Boy, I'm hood down, so don't try to play me
For that (C.R.E.A.M.), I get a little
crazzzzzzzzzzzzay!
Yeah, my attitude is rude like "Fuck you, pay me!"
Stay on my grind
I'll show you how to make 100 thou' from a dime!
Fuckin' wit' mine
It's a - SUICIDE!

 

[fox69]

"Sumtn' 4 Urrbody"

"Sumtn' 4 Urrbody"


[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
If you on da corner you a goner home and man up
This is sumtn' for all my peeps on da East Side
A lil sumtn' for my G's on the West Side
Now if ya want it we on it dog, ya know how it is
We're with the illest and realest killers, we handle our biz
Let's get it, rahh

[Runt Dawg]
Y'all hear that big trunk bumpin', yeah that's Runt Dawg
System knock harder than the cops at your front door
Muhfuckas always talkin' tough like they want war
Matta fact next nigga stunt gon' get dumped on
Yeah, Dawg home
I break your jaw bone
And the '8 make you lose more weight than Star Jones
Rappers don't come to Jers'
Gun under my undershirt
I'm hollerin' "Gilla House!" drunk off the Thunderbird
My bitch be like, "Damn nigga wash yo' feet"
She say the hair on my chest look like taco meat
Shit, two hammers
Make your whole crew vanish
I'm a animal in front of Channel 2 news cameras
Bitch I'm like John Wayne
Shot like LeBron James
The chrome fo'-fo' pretty like Ricky Fontaine
My gorillas kill a man
We thicker than
That wic check peanut butter that come in that big silver can

[Hook]

[Ready Roc]
Fuck it let's make it hot
I'm reppin' for all my blocks
Duckin', dippin' the cops
Ready runnin' the dock
Icarus in his sock
We comin' straight from the bottom going straight to the top
These haters want us to stop
Groupies is on our cock
Cuz they know it's going down like I'm Young Joc
But I'm not
Ready Roc
Keep the pistol grip
This some official shit
Brick city keep it wrapped like a Christmas gift

[Redman]
Yo, eh yo cock it back click-click-click Hey!
It's Dr Bombay
Sick flow, get your Medicaid
And I'm like Hey!
My hometown is NJ
Eyes redder than Reynaldo Rey
I just blaze
And I'm a soldier, better follow the leader
And for guap I even smack kids like Madea
I'm for re-a'
Your boy is tight
You got weed? Nigga show ya right
Gimme a light

[Hook]

[Icadon]
Icadon nigga I got the semi with the lens
I'm in Bushwick, Brooklyn lookin' pretty in the Benz
Ghostwriter, got the spirit of Biggie in my pen
Funk Doc said it's time to go, Gilla begins
Icadon, you probably saw me leanin' in the B-M'er
Fly nigga, baby my socks be up in the cleaners
In the club with twin bitches steamin' on my reefer
They both go at my balls like Venus and Serena
What's good?

[Saukrates]
Nigga I double
My trouble
Through a war, price bubble
Half dog and half gorilla, get a tight muzzle
I shut you down like Smith infrared light gun do
My Mrs Smith'll have you turn over that ice bundle
Cadillac Devilles look right with that (Gilla House)
Comin' through yo' speakers like my ice cream (in ya mouth)
I shoot a bazooka not pipe dreams (Clear 'em out)
My name is Saukrates get yo' hands up Gilla House!

[Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up, hands up...

 

[fox69]

"Syrinx"

"Syrinx"


So what I rock the tracks
that be weird like that
even to this you couldn't catch
me with photomat
my mack will leave you more cheeky
than the japs D.O.A.
I'll make up like a big cat
fill the raft
of the shaft brother
gettin DAP like a little
from Brooklyn hangin with
nut crack like that
tight nigger that a light ciggers
blow sniffers
flow spitters
you
make sure you bring your phone witcha
twist the situation
and make you hole hit ya
(red man)
rock rock on
open you with the fumes of smoke
I left in the vocal booth
disablin' plugs and microphone cablin'
smoke filled automobiles I rode daily in
I hooked the track till they blow
shit for 30 G's
I ride blindfold
with bongos
ha ha ha
uh ah uh ah uh ah

so hit the road Jack
and don't you come back
shit I wanna make the cheddar
till I make bass collapse
hit more holes than Minnesota Fats
you're brains been tapped
my superior aristocrat
murder 16 bars
drunk off o snaps
pumped so many tracks
you might think I do crack
rip the microphone like a hair wrestlin match
lick your lips bitch
cause your shit might eat chap
you know Nikki D.
these fake bitches be
awsome bullshit ing with the triple P
demolish wax polish
this dick I got
will make the baddest bitch topless
jobless
around with it
red litty
shitty
got niggers in Germany blitty
now I'm the new president

and sellin spinach
50 cents and up
can't handle get there
hu ha check check it out
friggy, diggy, jiggy diggy
check it out
doctors in the house
don't like what I'm sayin
got the nigger

shit is bad, bad, bad, bad
the year 2000

 

[fox69]

"That's Where I B"
(feat. DJ Kool)

"That's Where I B"
(feat. DJ Kool)



[Redman (DJ Kool)]
(YEAH BOY!) Gilla House in the buildin nigga
(DJ Kool, eh-HEH) You already!
(Rrrah, rrrah) AOWWWW
(Ten seconds) They said I don't belong up in here and shit
(AIYYYO! Five seconds)
(EH-HEH, EH-HEH, EH) We gon' do it like this nigga

This that syrup niggaz got lean on
You wan' be like Reggie? Dream on
You pissed off baby? Don't get peed on
Cause mayne, I run thangs like creamed corn
I'm like Kee-nan, Wayan, 170
Heavy on the black like ebony
Money in the bank? Yeah boy, it better be
70's baby, check out my melody
Places I be at? Y'all don't be there
Too busy up in the club drinkin Pierre
Hoods love me, and the people in Italy yeah
Only way you get through the hood is through e-mail
Number one, boy on the tranks, I rank on it
I'ma keep it hood and Tyra can Bank on it
And where I be, you niggaz got bank on it
Spit hot shit like the mic got a make on it

[Chorus]
That's where I be [4X]
That's where I be all day [3X]
That's where I be

[DJ Kool]
EH-HEH, EH HEH!! Aiyyo
Check this out ch'eah
I'm just here to let 'em know
We the kind of guys who get rowdy y'anmean?
Listen, wherever you be, we be aight?
Whatever you ready to do, we ready to do
Wherever you party at? We party at
Wherever you be, I be, let's go!!

[Redman]
Yo, when I'm in N.Y., I'm Uptown
On 1-4-5 fresh pair of Uptowns
I just scored me a mami, touchdown
Original, Gunn Clappah, Bucktown
Ohhh! I love to kick it in Cali
My Compton girl tattooed me on her fatty
She said, "I know you've got hoes in the Valley
Kris Kross me you gon' see the Mack Daddy"
I said yo, I gotta go to Miami
But my boys sold pounds so I'd feel a little milli'
I bagged me a XXL, (Eye Candy)
A little bling bling got me (Fresh) like (Mannie)
I ride through the A with a chick, dirty
Southside Philly know I get it on early
Any hood I'm in, I'm never in a hurry
I stand there chest out, and I rep Jersey

[Chorus]

[DJ Kool]
LADIES!! If you in the club right now
Posted up at the bar
Gettin yo' FULL drink on
Aiyyo, that's where I be, UH-HUH!
Aiyyo fellas, now you in the club
Poppin big bottles
Makin it rain ALL OVER THE PLACE
Ay nigga let me tell you somethin right now
That's where I be!!
(Gilla House)

 

[fox69]

"The Points"
(feat. Big Mike, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Buckshot, Busta Rhymes, Coolio, Ill Al Skratch, The Notorious B.I.G.)

"The Points"
(feat. Big Mike, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Buckshot, Busta Rhymes, Coolio, Ill Al Skratch, The Notorious B.I.G.)



[Notorious B.I.G:]
I went from construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims
Flippin mix tapes - to bitches feedin me grapes
Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal
That weed wanna make my ass wanna kill four people
Fuck the game, gimme the chain and the Range
My niggaz up to par, drop-top Jaguars
Lock on you when you step in the car
Lock-whole you when you step in the car
That's the superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius
Cease roll the hashes in the pocket with the 9
Roll up the whole dime, as my seats recline
I want a presidential Roley, so I crush MC's to guacamole
Makin Robin scream, "holy moley"
Big Poppa, fuck a cape I'm that Paper Crusader
Playin Sega in the wide body Blazer

[Coolio:]
I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor
So I see myself and I know, my own lord and master
When your ass was born it was all on the own and
When it's time to die you'll be all alone so
Open up your mind, ball up your knuckle bone and
Start takin care of your own, nigga
Everybody's schemin with the nature of a sinner
So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner
I gots to fight back against the powers that be
Cause the powers that be be, tryin to fight me
Standin at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and, some take the left
But lo and behold, what do I see?
In the distance, some resistance

[Chorus]

[Redman:]
It's that Funkadelic, funk Doctor Spock impale it
Fuck the vest niggaz better start puttin on helmets
I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax
Funk comin in stacks, bullets comin from gats
So I duck, lyrical buck buck get stuck
I'm jammin like Smuckers for all you motherfuckers
That cause the ruckus, then I fix a few snitches
BLA-DOW! Plus my style cock like new bitches
I roll with forward high punches, spit a flame like Liu Kang
Burnin yo' membranes, when the wind change
Mad explicit was lifted, my scriptures
Leavin your mic boney like that +Tale of the Crypt+ bitch
Uhh! All y'all niggaz suck my balls one time
While I unwind I'm bustin yo' ass counter-clockwise
I get dumb, and dumber while your vision blur
For all the loooos-errssss

[I'll Al Skratch:]
Aiyyo mayday, mayday
Raise the white flag, let the pants sag
Fuck the drag, I'm a puff a whole bag
It's low down and I'm low-key
Now O.G. niggaz know me (true)
So take it easy, let's dance

[Mike:]
It ain't surprisin, these motherfuckers still hatin
They must don't know, I ain't that nigga to be played with
Different stages, way back in eighty-eight
Bet a nigga like Mike'll stomp the head of a snake
My voice was felt, when my feet hit the ground
And fate is fair, when my heat made a sound
Now, how did I relate what's gonna fall
When my niggaz made the fuckin "Final Call"?


It ain't no sunshine, it ain't no sunshine
It's like yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yeahh, it's like that

[Busta Rhymes:]
Hey YOU - don't you dare give me no type of argument
All these devils are mad because we be the most dominant
Hey, hit you with fatness, represent my blackness
Run up on devils like a savage in pursuit of happiness
You better believe everytime we come, we come hard
The undisputed truth is that the black man is God
Now everytime I turn around my people start subtractin
They cause this shit then they wonder why we start overreactin
Hey-ey-ey! You can pick and choose it
Right before you lose it, I'm a hit you with my music
I'm fightin up sheisters [?] with my cyanide
Watch me go inside, please give me room, yo step aside, HA!
Those who commit the ultimate crimes
Bitches run around like snitches out there droppin dimes
Get yo' shit tossed by my hammer, the survivalist
Represent the next black man

[Buckshot:]
I stepped in the jam with the God on my side
And the God S.T. is still waitin in the ride
So I, step to the DJ and tell the DJ
Yo throw the wax on - how many MC's must get dead?

[Bone Thugs-N-Harmony:]
Putting your shit in the pave Hitting them mean with the guage
Me Lil' Lay with Rip, Kray, Straight Gotta blaze them a's
And never to taste Bone me deadly thugstas, thuggish ruggish never to take no losses
Put em all in a coffin get dearly departed better off there

Reliving the psychopath and down with the bucking blast, and taking my chance
Cause when you get near my sawed off who gone be rest, to pass the blast cause if
Ya thinking of kicking these ya best be packing yo sit to b's that it makes a difference I'm
Moving yo ass with the quickness
Now Krayzie Bone is rip (buck, buck, buck) fucking once It ain't a nigga to pick up
A pen to be ripping the skin to send it down to the mac 10 there's never another to cover
The brother I smother the sucka and move undercover be leaving them niggaz as they go
And take cover, but throwing, and doing a second murder.

The street sweeper would it make or break
Cause me pulling outta yo pot which shot putting the
Bullets just where ya touch and ummm whippedy tet,
Tet, tet, tet, tet with the bo, bo, bo deppedy dup betta
Be yo set up, wet up, get 'um on the get up, bone won't let ya