Intro: Redman
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Huahhhhh!
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Ha ha, ayyaah, owww owww
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Funked out, word is bond, word is bond
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Then you ayyyayyyah ha
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In the mother, in the motherfuckin house
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With a dick in your mouth
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Word is bond, word is bond
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Verse One: Erick Sermon
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I freak a technique Goin Way Back like Just-Ice
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And don't think twice because I'm nice
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I come from the Mothership unknown to man
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With a blunt in my hand, a mic in the other hand
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God damn I slam I jam like this
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Sure nuff, my rap style is Cold Crush
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And plus, I tears the roof off the mothersucker
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my brother, fly shit that makes Stevie Wonder
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Heyyyy, who can it be now watch out
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It's the E live in 3-D with Keith and R-E-D
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I gets down for my troops
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And I ahh... get-it get-it get-it like Luke
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For those, who don't believe my skills get these
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I got mad expertise, for all you duck MC's
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I'm funky like G Thing my nigga
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I wanna know who's up in here, before I pull the trigger
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[Is New York up in here? HELL YEAH
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Is Def Squad up in here? HELL YEAH
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Is NJ up in here? HELL YEAH
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The Green Beret's up in here! HELL YEAH]
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Verse Two: Redman
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Verbally, I sew the brains up like Trapper
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John M.D. got nine millis made of lacquer
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Count Dracula, back with the, tow-truck with the
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Get Biz like Mark fuel-injected like Maximus
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My style sicker than an AIDS victim drinkin forty-five malt liquors
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I roll the spliff up
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The underground, slam, shock like Shazam
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Check my Jams get Def when I kick Methods like Man
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Computerized Robocop sounds I drop in sequence
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Funky to death so ask that old bitch where the beef went
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When I do em, I glue em, stick em like Patrick Ewing
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My shit bumps like Puerto Rican people moved in
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next door, I get raw with the grrrahhhh!
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Call four-one-one cause I'm Ghetto Red Hot
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Bo bo bo! Funk Doctor Spock catch a bruisin
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My style gets respect fifty Muslims
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You hang on strings like loose ends, with my hands on the nine
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Watch yo nugget bitch, I get busy with mines
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[How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines)
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How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines)
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How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines)
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How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines
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It's Keith Murray)]
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Verse Three: Keith Murray
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I come rollin in when I see that low flow
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Heckuva foe, heard a gun and settled for a metaphor
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I'm naive between the sleeves of the sheets
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Murderin, who should ever try to fuck with me
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Murray word is bond gets it on
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And ready to blow any nigga out the cypher of the sniper hype at dawn
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Long live Def to the Squad
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And we smokin everybody out there, shit it ain't that hard
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I brings classic drama microphone enbalmer
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Have your momma beg behind bars for your kidneys tomorrow
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My murderous apprentice E Dub
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Makes hard funk beats that I become part of
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When I be like A-E-I-O-U or battle
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Niggaz be like who who who who who like night owls
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The most beautifullest thing in this world
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is I shitted, and y'all was with it dig it
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How's That?
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| Keith Murray |
