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REDMAN lyrics - Malpractice

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(feat. Method Man, Saukrates, Streetlife) [Streetlife] Yo, I know the streets is watchin' Dirty date niggas caught blockin' or glockin' Waitin' for my down four street got options Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay rockin' All emcee's falled when I heard the albums droppin' Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap concoction Rap's in a state of emergency, it's shockin' I produce joints that loosen up the socket Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit Bang your head to this, pump your fist if your feelin' it Ride the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with (You) Who the ultimate (Wu) Stay commited, sold my soul to this rap shit Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quick I roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuits And grab my dick and flick it, get the picture [Redman] Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the front So hard the airbags use nasal pumps Jump out, cock the shoti (Rasie em up) I stomp holes if the ground aint paved enough Inform the former the first step was a warm-up The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was Chikens that'll run in, burn the barn up Shots'll tear Sean John and Phat Farm up I never gotta Soul Train award Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all Never, trick a bitch car payment off Im a orangatang when the chain is off Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask Leavin' stains of blood on your Rolie Glass When im in your hood nigga throw me bags [Method Man] Lets trick the night fantastic Im flexable, they used to call me plastic These big butt bitches get they ass kicked It is what it is, shittin' on y'all kids Couldn't live where we live I can't be defeated like nobody used to wizz Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids Right You know the clan and you know the fuckin' man Meth rock a mic without a kickstand Two blunts, and razors in his wristband Slap you and your bitch man Lookin' in your lobby, call me stick-man When it's goin' down, call me quicksand Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be flexin' As hard as my erection, kid learn your lesson Cuz what if I decide to start testin' the joint in the muthafuckin session [Saukrates] Let a nigga get into it Lubricate y'all veins with your 'Do-It' fluid I Einstein these rymes, spit these thangs to prove it Cross with the mac, in fact my games are truest Now im on the highway, doing it my way With Street the legal, Meth, Roc, and Doc friday Performin' like the weather was warm And drop heat on the streets through zero degree storms And keep the ghetto, pop your metal Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow The addiction, aint no friction I got them rap heads fillin' out a prescription With diciton, they in thick, when I put fire to the stakes And burn the arch, like a iron to your face These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the button

Hustler's Withdrawal

[Verse 1] Yo, he went from a street kid doin regular street things Straight to a street king Takin over the city, block by block Breakin down bricks, servin em rock by rock He's everything a young gun wanna grow up to be But if only these young guns could see That murder, money and lust, is slowly murderin us Cause the drug game aint what it used to be So look deeper when they paint you a picture And try to sell you a dream, cause alot of these drug lords Turn to the feds, and turn into fiends The crack game aint everything its cracked up to be Now the cat that was a neighborhood celebrity Is coppin rocks, off the new kids on the block At the same time, tryna school em But these hoodlums got heads as hard as the rocks that hes doin Hustlins like a drug, its got withdrawal symptoms And if you know this, you wont stkip pain But you will gain wisdom, and wisdom gains power Dont let your life go sour over power [Chorus 2x] Hustlins like a drug, its addicting The more you huste, the more you get addicted The longer you hustle, the deeper the addiction (Its a hustlers withdrawal) If you used to push weight, you'd relate [Verse 2] Not only did my father used to deal the dough He used to do the dope, used to deal I'm just keepin it real Now my father doesnt have shit, I dont have shit, we dont have shit Cause he didnt stack SHIT! With all the money he made He didnt think for one second to put money away Thats cause his mind was clattered with white thoughts He's lucky that he didnt end up outlined in white chalk The only thing I can say I've gained from my father is Knowledge of the street game, and I hope that yall follow this I cant say I havent sold weed or cocaine But I can say this, money that comes quick, leaves quick And yall better believe this Cause this I've lived, and witnessed Catch a couple of charges, now your on the laws shit list Now your forced to do business Until this business does you of course Cause you can die from doin dope or dealin dope You choose the road that you get to follow And you choose the people that you look up to as role models [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3] I know about hustlers But I wont mention no names Cause they still got cases pending And some are even appealing life in the cage At least they made it past the first phase... they reached a certain age Hustlins like ADs, at first your infected with HIV And then its full blown, only different is Instead of havin no immune system You become immune to the system, of havin dough, by a dealin blow Its a fast life, and even if you survive your mind'll die slow Dirty money attracts dirty things And if you plain to deal the dope, I hope your ready for the murder game Cause thats what it brings I'm not a preacher, I'm not tryna preach, no I'm not a teacher, I'm not tryna teach, but Yet like a faucet, I'm tryin to leak Info to these youngns and their kinfolk And let em know theres more to life than a key to coke If you use to push weight, then you can relate, cause you've probably had a taste of Hustlers Withdrawal [Chorus 2x]

Life At Risk

Waking up to a little baby crying Mom's yelling cuz pop's got his fists flying It's nine in the morning and he's drunk One day, I feel that I'm gonna shoot that punk My bitch laying next to me in the bed I honestly don't give a fuck if the ho is dead The only honor in my life is my rag Without it, zip me up in a body bag Grab my brother's unloaded forty-four Take the money-back bottles and head for the store My neighborhood your life is a dare Cuz there's factories pumping out black air And I'm breathing this shit everyday Living crazy, cuz I'm dying anyway I see this tramp hangin under the bridge I tell her go home and watch her kids You listen to them cry and sob Take your sorry ass and find a motherfucking job See my homies hanging at the liquor store 40s in the catch, dice rollin on the floor They say my friends'll never be any good But the president wouldn't of been shit If he was raised in my neighborhood My friends say the same old shit The southwest side have a hit on me I guess everyone's seen it When I slammed Johnny's head into the cement It started all this crazy shit And now we never set out without a loaded clip And we headed up to the dunk rim Little boys on the court so we punked them out And I was thinking of my brother When he was pushed off the court he wanted to kill them fuckers Now I'm standing in the bad guys shoes Payin' my dues And I don't have no where to be Just another street hood in the inner city And a man is gonna ask for some change Give him a dollar, so he can go and fry his brain Fuck no, I push him out the way Cuz that sad motherfucker got shit to say My homie was known for the mackin Now they got him doing 10 for car jackin And I'm thinkin that I'm next to go What the fuck I already live on Death Row So many out there want me Everybody wants to put a bullet in my head But I don't give a fuck if I die today Everyone alive is gonna die anyway What the fuck is life about Come home late and daddy blow your mouth out That's in the past now, I ain't soft Daddy hits me today and I'm a blow his fuckin head off For now the bullets close but miss Livin my life at a risk You know, J, man, you're right Too many motherfuckers out there are fake People need to understand That if you get hit enough times Then you start hitting back All we are are pawns in the game board And if this is the way everyone's playin' it So be it, motherfuckers Count us in But the ICP is playin for keeps Mackin is a game and everybody's playin Are you the one gettin played like a sucker I think I liked it better when I was a kid


JAY-Z "The Dynasty Roc La Familia"
* words echo during pauses (... are long pauses .. are short pauses) [Jay-Z] It's the Dynasty niggaz... as promised... The world's most infamous... Roc-A-Fella Records... This is Roc La Familia... It's Young Hova... Beanie Sigel... Memphis Bleek... Amil-lion... It's the Dynasty niggaz... 2000 to infinity... This is ghetto to ghetto.. gutter to gutter.. Street corner to street corner.. project to project.. Worldwide... walk with us niggaz... Hoffa... Dash... it's the Dynasty niggaz Check it out... Uhh... walk with me... talk to me... yo.. The theme song to +The Sopranos+ plays in the key of life on my, mental piano Got a strange way of seein life like I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah Knowin I can go, just switchin a spare On the highway of life, nigga it's sharp in my sight Oh! Keen senses ever since I was a, teen on the benches everytime somebody like Enus was mentioned I would turn green, me, bein in the trenches Him, livin adventureous not worryin about expenditures I'm bravin temperatures below zero, no hero No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga But I'm starvin my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure is startin to darken my heart, bout to get to my liver Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin to be calm but I'm gon' get richer through any means, with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture Never read the Qu'ran or Islamic scriptures Only psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz Tattooed so I carry on like I'm non-religious Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures Niggaz, say it's the dawn/Don but I'm superstitious Shit is as dark as it's been, nothin is goin as you predicted I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz actin too suspicious This is, food for thought, you do the dishes

Bling Leading The Blind

GETO BOYS "The Resurrection"
hey yo, check dis dope ass beat out willie back in da muthafuckin house and i got my niggas da menace clan on dis one to help me out and we representin our god damn selves cuz how da fuck you gona tell me how to get to where i'm goin when you dont know where da fuck you goin man das da blind leadin da muthafuckin blind I could'v been a leader not a follower a coach not a balla I could've had progress i could've lived wit less stress but i took it upon myself and played da card i wuz delt thought about my self fuck everyone else and they said fuck me too but it was cool like that see my mission was paper chasin and puttin da hood aon da map now i've done been there done that took one step and dew back for da life i wuz takin wut da fuck wuz i thinkin should'v slowed it down but i wuz speedin and i wuz stuck with a code and niggas waitin around to see if i wuz gonna come up befo but i can fold like a bitch seen da chance to switch but i wuz brought up yo make it seen da chance to take it find a rule and break it take a badge and shake it and against all odds get da fuck outta dodge but I'm a nigga wit records dat da state can't file young, blind, and wild an uncontrollable child in da ghetto but seddling fo mo everyday and when i make up my mind i'm gonna get back in line but now i'm chorus 2x blind leadin da blind in a world of wars i search for peace of mind my stabillity fo my niggas and me said da way life wuz supposed to be in da ghetto I looked out my window wut did i see it wuz a crack head nigga starin dead at me he said can i get a muthafuckin nickle for three i told his ass to da better in his rorock swetta he got a daughter he aint fed her he'd rather get high in his eye i see da demon i can hear babies screamin feenin it demeaning to see him to be in the ghetto but this is where i settle now wut would you do wit a strap in yo hand gangstas do wut dey wunt to suckas do wut dey can my role modle sips on a forty botlle in his footsteps i follow grab da brew and take a swallow i've been livin on da streets since da age of thirteen cuz i wuz sick of being raised by a dope fiend i so seen babies need similac money dat wuz meant for similac wuz spent on crack now do you wanna no i dont and its a liquor sto on every cona and niggas aint da owna now listen, we cant afford to send our kids to school but dey got da knowledge to spend dey money on da chaps when we could send our kids to college now here we are: hoes, dopes, dealers, and bums at da white man's table still beggin fo crumbs but its da chorus 2x niggas shoot ball (niggas shoot da logs) nigas shoot da doves (niggas shoot to love) niggas shoot up (niggas shoot pool) but watch out cuz niggas shoot niggas too so wut da fuck am i to do when niggas fallin down like flies and dis muthafuckin money starin me in da eyes and my brother sayin come on in stop buggin but we done already lost 3 uncles and 5 cousins to da streets niggas shit deep no room fo da maple leafs cuz muthafuckas play fo keep i wunt respect when i step on da field saw a nigga dat killed i gotta kill befo deez niggas get sum bright ideals and start thinkin we hoes or sumthin so when i see dat muthafucka nigga nigga staight dumpin chorus 2x

Angels With Dirty Faces

PUFF DADDY "Forever"
(feat. Bizzy Bone) [Bizzy Bone] Let it go (Let this angel life go) Let yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and on and on and on and) Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days This is Revelations If it don't go down now That mean aye'body was wrong Can you face yourself with that question Or the answer What the fuck do you believe in Say goodbye to the bad guy 'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot out fathom My album hit the shelves We hustle for record sales Hit my liquor store Let my niggas learn about in jail Till the squad cars accel', it's to my position as we yell This here's some bullshit like pit bulls in the bull pen Make that a fine, no If you don't like my bullets, to hell if he ain't fashion L.A. looters, throw your mask on Gambini got his mash on and now we gonna be blastin' [Puffy] I'm married to the game and every year's the same Bullets rain all season Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin By the grievin' My story's no fairy tale, reach niggas in every cell From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl Don't mix the kids with the biz' Baby, the industry's hell worth it [1] - Oh, I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) Oh I said, oh yeah When they come to lock you down (Don't let it come our way) [Puffy] Look in they grill and get the real Cuz expressions can mean alot Threw my trust in your progress And you guessin' I seen alot The paper got us dressin' and impressin' We spend alot Confessions get us blessings from the Lord We sin a lot Wonder will He let me in And not constantly tryin' to find a reason why Because I'm a Bad Boy they wanna label me a bad guy Now who am I [Bizzy Bone] It's P. Diddy muthafucka [Puffy] Do or die [Bizzy Bone] Don't give a fuck motherfucker Roll through, trust no chicken Tigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunition Buck, buck ammunition baby You let me slow down, the guy that got me's fell down And mami wants to help out So bought the best computer Yes, stress never more Fresh out the foster home If I had a just talked to the psychiatrist Tell her 'bout how she had clothes designers Can she come buy with me Come ride with me, provide me with a gun Slide the weeded road, come get high with me You don't come weed with me anymore You don't need me anymore Believe me bitch, shit I've slept on the floor Who been left before a black out Tear up the stackhouse Comin' out detention or they always rat (Come on) (Pick it up, ride through) [Repeat 1] Insidious, hiddious, gritty cuz she that gets in the club Smack the prettiest in a mini Whittiest beefin' with the mistress Can see they just beatin' up Got even the little kids pickin' up pennies and nickles Cuz they're fallin' in love with his teddy book Give them livin' and pinning a minimum worth a penny (Gotta be spendin') We all earn our dollar 'till it is the sour element What kinda knowledge is this that I be reapin' Dippin and talking' how it's for money And ending up going back We made like forty one trips Yeah, we want it like that, you know what I bring [Puffy] Yeah, yeah, yeah See what you niggas do to me, I do to you And if I'm who you came to see, then do what you gotta do We can do it anywhere, right here, right there And if you sleep, turn your dream to a nightmare Niggas don't creep, no sleep, feel the heat They lookin at me funny, fuck a hoe, get this money No time for the misfits niggas, bring your clips War's on my mind Packin' bullets from the mines, mutha fucka's [Repeat 1 until fade]

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