Yeah, 'bout to fly that knot. Redman, Keith Murray, Erick Sermon with the, Cosmic Slop. And we all pack glocks. Word is Bond, word is bond, fuck around and get shot.
All my country, funky, brother, motherfuckers. . Verse One:. . To my, no good niggaz, and my, no good bitches. Sorry if I left somebody leavin out with stitches.
Yo, you could get rugged, rough, hard like Luck. Bring your best rhymes and you niggas still suck. I'm slumped in a truck, with the pumps up. Comes to crazy dough, I never get enough.
You ready?... yes sir. let's do!. Redman. Hey Yo, baby I'm back like Carter, The Don Dada. Stuff sour diesel in the God Father, go hard or go home. Streets on the phone like red takin it to the max like top shotta..
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo. Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, check it out. ducin' the international. Worldwide, Brick City. . To each his own, I'ma have this known from the door.
[RedMan] {intro}. Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo check it out. Introducing, the International, Worldwide, Brick City. [Roz]. To each's own, I'ma have this known from the door.
I'm rollin' in my ride, my eyes real chinky. Hit 145, bout like 12 twinkies. Today a good day, I know don't jinx it. I will keep a smith, just like J Pinkett.
Ahwhattup y'all? Live, WFDS. At the fucked up Chicken Head Convention. Nationwide, Jones Beach, all the boroughs is representin. We got the big weaves, the big shoes, bad attitudes.
I said I'm. . I'ma great white on the mic, servin' fishscale. Livin' life like I co-star with Denzel. Hip-hop been my life since kids meals. Lee jeans, label blocks and big wheels.
Bricki-di-roaw. Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolo's. Flicki-di-flame, owh! when chrome .44's. Loadin' it up, packin' it back, ready to splash for real.
Yeah, yeah.... Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill. Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (I'm going to kill [echoes]). . [Verse One: Method Man]. Slowly I turn, step by step.
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(Dr.Trevis like voice) Hah. (huh, hah, hah, hah, HAHHAH, hah). Nineteen ninety-six. (hah, come on!) Coming with the sickedest motherfuckers. in the perimeter.
The light is there, yeah yeah. See I come from Mississippi. I was young and runnin' wild. Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child. I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas.
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.
(Redman). Bricks is ugly! Roll ya blunts up, with the '89. Bricks is partying, dub drop 80 bombs. Gilla House here, we bout to dumb out. Hittin' your halfway house to break (?) out.
Yo, yo, yo, nigga. * monkey noises in background *. Swinging through the forests of the jungles. * monkey noises in background *. Yo, c'mon, c'mon, yo yo, yo.
Yo that kinda leaky in that shit right there. Mmhmm, that shit look like the BOMB, huh. Oh yeah, let you take a puff of that shit and just blow the fuck up.
Yo. yo! yo!. Hah. If you got your motherfuckin lighters. Light em up light em up light em up light em up. "d that's me!" > run d.m.c.. We gonna take this time out to smoke a blunt.
Check it out, yo. . I be like yiggy, yes y'all, doctor on call. I'll rock 'til my name in graffiti on the wall. Got flow like the rappers in Great George.