[Redman]
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RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on
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Ring the bell so it's time to eat
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Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats
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Bomb isdide the palm
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Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin my wife ass iron dawn
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The font of my appartment built like the Klumps
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To carry it I take the spear out the trunk
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I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days
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That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise
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Blast! Don't panic
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Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed?
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Hell nah! I won't tell you son
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If I find a wack ID I sell you one
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Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah
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My lecture's like Hannibal Lecture's
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Where's the ketchup?
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Don't speak on it, shut ya trap
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I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks
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Ah woo, Doc in my own zone
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You say you got the rapgames on, but it's all wrong
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I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softy-truck
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Then pull a Mack out a box and smoke hoes
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Yeah, ya little fucks
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Gimme ya fucking money!
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[*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*]
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[Method Man]
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Uhuh, check it
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I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on
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Playing with a dynamitestick, where did I go wrong?
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Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp
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If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn
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Pro's and con's, megabomb's and so-on's
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By arid actions try MC's to get their roll on
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First issue got issues
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What is hiphop to Hot Nickles
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It's like Funk Docter's snot tissues, word
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Look at my hand and get the third
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Finger out ya earhole like: Fuck what you hear
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Now that's what I call harcore, let's act fool
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Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool
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I been shitty, I'm from the veils of the city
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And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty
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Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to breathe
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In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese
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Ain't no rules to the game, if it hit we ain't planned
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In your business like EPMD So What You Sayin'
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You codesignin that bullshit yo man tryin
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Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!!
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Slugs flyin
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[*Shout-outs from Raekwon, Ghostface and Inspectah Deck*]
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[Inspectah Deck]
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Yo, ya
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Check, the code echos from magazines to the big screen
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Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream
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Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban
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Roll upon me thirstin like: Hey, hey, Mister Dream-Merchant
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We roll longer than dice in a casino
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Silo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0
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Behind the tinted windows I lay low
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On some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0
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But now I get wild similar to Ol' Dirty
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On third time fellon just hit with over 30
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No worries, style have em so thirsty
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First degree heats are quittin on me
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Cold turkey, no mercy
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I bring the pain of a hundred migraines
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But a thousand shoutin my name that's why I came
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But first bring the cashburst, then the outburst
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My surroundsound pound ya ear like... curse
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I flex muslce outside I find a next hustle
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Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle
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Even the best buckle win
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I take it to the exteme
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It gets ugly, but it's what a nigga do to get cream
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This life
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[*Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*]
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Redbull
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