Errbody Scream Lyrics - Keith Murray

"Everybody just scream!" 

Gilla House, aiyo, Meth, nigga? (What up?) 

Aiyo, Keith Murray, nigga, pass the muthafucking weed, nigga 

{Meth, got that joint} (Nah, you got that shit, nigga, stop playing) 

You know how I do when I come in the muthafucking building, man 

Redman, nigga 

"Everybody just scream!" 

Call your moms on the phone, it's the jam 

I got jet ski's that ride over land 

Since a young buck had fire in my hands 

When I was bumping "Roxanne, Roxanne" 

I got gin and an O.J. 

Rock 'Friday' to 'next Friday' like O'Shea 

Hit the west coast, six four on tray 

Doctor Bombay, sick flow all day 

I don't play fair, niggas can't see me 

That's why I make it do what it do, baby, yeah 

You want some, yeah, niggas hit the floor 

When I kick in the door, wave in the four four 

For sure, Uncle Snoop, where's the coupe? 

'Cause I keep a hoe fighting like New York and Hoopz 

Strap up your boots, move around 

Pick it up like engine number nine 

It's mine, homey, Tech, what's good? 

And it ain't hard to tell how I rep my hood 

You a beast like me, rep your hood 

Sign the check when I mic check, one-two 

[Chorus] 

West Coast niggas love getting it started 

Down South niggas love getting it started 

East Coast niggas love getting it started 

But when we in the house shit get retarded 

When we in the house shit get retarded 

When we in the house shit get retarded 

We came to finish what ya'll done started 

"Everybody just scream!" 

Aiyo, fuck your prognosis on who's the dopest 

You get skate like super chronic holitosis 

If you looking for beef, you know you gon' get it 

Got ya'll niggas yellin' 'callin' the cops, get the paramedics' 

Keith Murray, Method Man, Redman 

Hip hop got Barack in his be-Boy stance 

Like a nigga with no legs, you don't stand a chance 

Against the Wu-Tang, Def Squad, L.O.D. wardance 

One glance, watch Keith Murray hop out 

In a hurry, cold like a McFlurry 

No Mickey D's, show me the money like Jerry Maguire 

L.O.D. for hire, I'm ready 

I rep Strong Island, bums get rushed 

I pack house like Biggie in Notorious 

We warriors, who the fuck are you? 

I pop an E and the gun go Pikachu 

Niggas know how deep the crew, get at me 

I'm nasty, but I went from ashy to classy 

Got badunkadunks waving all at me 

'Cause I be, doing my thing and making everybody scream 

[Chorus] 

Yo, Brick City, Staten, Long Island, we back 

More violent on the track, black talent and a gat 

Bomb shit, like a nigga wilding in Iraq 

See the truth of the fact, niggas lying in they raps 

Me? I'm a diamond in the rough in the cut 

Like paroxide, got mine frying in the Dutch 

Forget about your top 5, try and top mines 

Take shine like I got mine ironing your guts 

You know I keep it fired up, fire in the hole 

To the game, old and tired, I be tired when I'm old 

I'm trying to keep it hot like the pile up in the stove 

While these rappers losing power putting powder in they nose 

Meth, Keith Murray and Redman, yo 

Fuck you and your mama on a headband, hoe 

You can call the kid a modern day Van Gogh 

Take the art to a place where the fake can't go 

My chain and my pants hang low 

Got my own namebrand, I'm the man made, bro 

Cash in advance, I'mma blow up with the dough 

Whoa ho ho, don't let me like slow up with flow 

[Chorus]