[Intro: Redman (Blam)]
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Gilla, yeah!
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Man, fuck that, nigga!
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(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
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Yes, sir!
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Gilla House!
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You already know the business, nigga!
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Gilla House, nigga!
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[Verse 1: Redman]
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Yo, you ain't gotta' ask, dog - who am I?
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I walk in the street, my middle finger in the sky
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And ever since a young boy, I had the hunger in my eye
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So when you cut the check, if you don't gimmie mine
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[Chorus: Blam]
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It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
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It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
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It's do or die
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If you want that GRIT
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And you're about the DOUGH
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Better do it like a G, baby!
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[Bridge: Redman (Blam)]
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They call me crazzzzzzzzzay
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I walk around like I just don't care
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Once you get a grip
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If I have to, I'll grab my fifth
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And throw shit up, put your hands in the air
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I'm a liiiiiiiiiiiiive wiiiiiiiiiiire!
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(Gilla goodie with the glamour)
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(Now it's time to bust!)
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(Know what it is, when you're fuckin' wit' us!)
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[Chorus: Blam]
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It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
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It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
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It's do or die
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Suicide, it's a suicide
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It's do or die -- suicide, it's a suicide
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Suicide, it's a suicide
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It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
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It's do or die
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If you want that GRIT
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And you're about the DOUGH
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Better do it like a G, baby!
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[Verse 2: Redman]
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Redman, (Bak Inda Buildin') -- YES!
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I got strippers on the pole
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They like "Aiiiiiyyyo!"
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Nigga, I got flow
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My jewels is drippin'
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All on the nuts, 'cause I do shit different
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Doc is chillin', Jerz is chillin'
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What can I say - fuck your feelin's
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Dog, if you broke, you got it wrong
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I'm tryna be (Paid In Full) like Mitch's home, nigga!
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Ring the alarm, Redman crack
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And if you get sleepy, then go take a nap!
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My boys in the 'Lac, I'm right there wit' 'em
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They ask, "What's that?"
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"This shit here, nigga?"
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"This shit here, nigga?"
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This shit called Def SQUAD, proceed to rock your project!
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You far from a threat like "Who is you?"
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Better relax and say "What's up, baby boo?"
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[Bridge: Redman (Blam)]
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They call me crazzzzzzzzzay
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I walk around like I just don't care
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Once you get a grip
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If I have to, I'll grab my fifth
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And throw shit up, put your hands in the air
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I'm a liiiiiiiiiiiiive wiiiiiiiiiiire!
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(Gilla goodie with the glamour)
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(Now it's time to bust!)
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(Know what it is, when you're fuckin' wit' us!)
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[Chorus: Blam]
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It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
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It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
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It's do or die
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Suicide, it's a suicide
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It's do or die -- suicide, it's a suicide
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Suicide, it's a suicide
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It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
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It's do or die
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If you want that GRIT
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And you're about the DOUGH
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Better do it like a G, baby!
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[Verse 3: Redman]
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Understand that Gilla House
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(Bak Inda Buildin') -- YES!
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If you can't get a job, I feel your stress!
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You can smell the (Funk), when the (Master Flex)
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It's underground, nigga - (Protect Ya Neck)
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Yeah, Bricks is chillin', Staten chillin'
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What can we say - fuck your feelings!
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Big girls like "Redman the shit!"
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I had dreams of fuckin' me a fat chick! (Bee-atch!)
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Let's do this, (Red Gone Wild)
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I'm like a warrior tryna get to Coney Isle
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Boy, I'm hood down, so don't try to play me
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For that (C.R.E.A.M.), I get a little
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crazzzzzzzzzzzzay!
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Yeah, my attitude is rude like "Fuck you, pay me!"
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Stay on my grind
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I'll show you how to make 100 thou' from a dime!
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Fuckin' wit' mine
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It's a - SUICIDE!
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Suicide
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Redman |