Case Closed Lyrics - Redman

(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 

(huh, whooo! nineteen) You hit em with a newwwww 

(ninety-six, nine six) tree, dick be fly, in your ass 

(Dick! Di-dick, check) 

Yo! Amazing grace how sweet the sound is of the fo' pound 

To blast all these sound men that got the po' sound 

Yippie-yi-yay, motherfuckers here's the show down 

But since we're broke now with dope sounds now here we go now 

Check the motion while I be puffin the pot-enent 

Blow spots and urban networks with other experts 

Plus this thing between my ear thinks clear 

And the only thing it fears is the man upstairs 

So fuck your bulletproof gear 

If I decide to get your ass you better believe it's more than a blast 

(boo-ya) More like rough paragraphs out Alcatraz 

And ash, your staff, let the grime our your ass 

Everybody's hustling with sons toting guns 

When Reggie Noble's sprung we stick nuns that got funds 

Bomb niggaz like they did in Oklahoma 

Freez, you're froze, Def Squad UHH, case closed 

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(Crossbreed) 

I be the, sneaky, second dimension, creepin through your sector 

Have nectar, leaking out you wack rhyme stressers 

Extra deez disease leave rashes on rappers 

Makin MC's so feel the breeze of the Grandmaster 

Packed with swift solid style structure 

Simonizing MC's with the degree of street ruckus 

Aiyyo who got guns? I split precise, spleen splitter 

Return my physical presence to the borough of the hard hitters 

I devour, night sun shower, menace last hour, weak man's last power 

Body, the six four mind shotty 

The one you handle, second dimension mind vandal 

Laceratin your retina for tryin to see this 

As I'm flowin through the prism of the X-3-D 

See at forty belows I freak flows that burn your nose 

When you inhale the verbal blows, case closed 

Chorus: Redman, Crossbreed 

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Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? 

Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? 

Yo, don't you know, who I am motherfucker? 

(Redman's the name fool) 

That's my nigga! 

Why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? 

Aiyyo, why the fuck you tryin to get funky on me nigga? 

Yo, don't you know, who they are motherfucker? 

(Crossbreed's the crew fool) 

They're my niggaz! 

Verse Three: da otha Crossbreed MC 

Things ain't easy, cuz we be, strugglin day to day 

A bunch of stressed black men with not really much to say 

Twistin up some brown paper that we struggle just to get 

With the deaf dumb and blind become mentally equipped 

As I extend my pen to wreak havoc on paper 

I execute and burn MC's like Absolut with no chaser 

Strong as chemical the general with rhymes 

Past wreckin mics, I make the earth shatter like the 7th sign 

My drama bringer bring about a new order 

I'm sending a plague through your town like God to Sodom and Gomorrah 

Your deacon, my vocals actions got you speechless 

Make gangsta niggaz wanna go home and talk the cheapest 

No man alive could bend on we, beatin on rappers literally 

X3D beez up on the streets dimensional trilogy 

Got no love for foes, no respect for grimy hoes 

Nuff said, X-3-D blowin up, case closed