[Redman]
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Mic check, mic check (mic check mic check one two)
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One two, one two check mic (yeah)
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Gilla House, D-Block baby (can y'all hear me out there?)
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Yo, hey yo
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[Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman]
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Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
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All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up
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Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
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All y'all pretty bitches throw your motherfuckin hands up
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[Sheek Louch]
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Hey yo, I got a letter from the governor, the other day
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I opened, I read it, and this is what it say
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It's time for you to get yo' stack right
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The bitch don't act right, whatever put that bitch on the next flight
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Whatever nigga step in your way, hit his ass with the K
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And leave his body where his children'll play
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I cook somethin up like Emeril's kitchen
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I put the heat to these rap dudes, whatever let me know who's bitchin
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And your security as pussy as you are
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The burners come out, his big ass be the first to the car
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I got goons that'll make it spark, and I don't gotta throw a blow
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Niggaz ready to stage dive like they Linkin Park
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The hood love a nigga cause I ain't above a nigga
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I eat the same shit in the hood as another nigga
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White tee, pants saggin, ready to mug a nigga
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Get the hell up out your seats and everybody jump
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[Chorus]
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[Redman]
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Yo - yo Sheek lemme get some of that, yo
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Aiyyo my uzi weigh a ton, Redman half baked
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I'm smokin pounds, you hang around with Nasty Nate
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The great dane straight change, bitches close drapes
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Cause my product, Ultramagnetic like Kool Keith
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This for my hood niggaz sellin sticky by the sto'
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I rip your hottest MC like eenie mynie moe
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Fuck dough I do it for fun, "Juice" like Bishop
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"American Pie" nigga, hit your momma like Stiffler
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Redman and Sheek Louch, you got a brief clue
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Who will tie you up like E did to P in "Beef Two"
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I cheat dude, give me a Maybach to breathe
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So I'm determined, like AJ after Free
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I don't play games I'm grown, on 26 chrome
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Inside of my truck is ESPN Zone
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Shame on a nigga, that try to run game on a nigga
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I bring pain on a nigga
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[Chorus]
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[Sheek Louch]
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Hey yo fuck that nigga, buck that nigga
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Chase him to the roof, somebody cut that nigga
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Pushed 1100, one wheel up (c'mon Sheek)
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Lil' entrepeneur; shit, I'm already one deal up (D-Block)
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Grants to a bird - okay, I ain't sell a lot
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But shit Jigga ain't go platinum 'til his third
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I'm one song away, but you would think I did
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How the house got that long ass drive-a-way
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Benz in the back, doors do Karate Kid
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If they knew I get the same time Gotti did
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240 when it's floored, trey pound on my lap
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Beyonce bobblehead on the dashboard
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Can't be ignored, I'm the coke niggaz can't afford
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I'm the town niggaz haven't toured
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I got a dutch or two, we can smoke a few
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But first this is what y'all motherfuckers gotta do
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[Chorus]
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[Redman]
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Yeah, Brick City, all the way to Yonkers baby
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We got Yonkers goin bonkers baby!
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We got Yonkers goin bonkers baby!
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Yo Funk Doc, Sheek Louch, you know what it is baby
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Gilla House, D-Block!
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Get Up, Stand Up
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| Sheek Louch |
