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REDMAN lyrics - Malpractice

Lick A Shot

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Smokin! (Okay!) [monkey sounds:] oooh oooh ahh ahh ahh Here we go.. smokin! (Okay!) [more muted monkey sounds] [Redman] Yo, yo.. jungle habitat, peep the wildlife in the open Off the hook, nigga dial twice if it's broken Doc, wall to wall with a mic and I'm loc'n, shit You might find termites in the chokin(), yes D.O., my wood grain say, 'Fuck P.O.' (Okay!) And I'll prove it when I redline a buck-three-oh Hoes wit it, but never gave a fuck befo' I'm frontin a hundred on top, and ones below Bitches - fuck you star hoes, my hoes run out department stores with alarms and bar codes on Think you catchin me and my bitch You dead wrong I'm over here prepared, blowin a air horn {*BLAAM!*} You niggaz talk widdit I do it blind blindfolded without walkin with sticks As dark as it gets, you slept in the Bricks Now you lose - like e'ry year, you betin the Knicks We walk, dogs with more balls than pool rooms (Okay!) Attitude wolf, I react to full moons (aoooooo) I, shoot up the place so y'all can see You stuck up like them white boys on Harley's be [Chorus: Redman] Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) All my niggaz out in Brooklyn keep your heaters cookin keep the mamis lookin (Yeah yeah!) Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) All my niggaz out in Jersey keep smokin the hershey keepin your money thirsty (Yeah yeah!) [Redman] Yo, yo dawg, I'm an MC, I don't think how you rap stars'll think I rush you, like you made the last call for drinks My pipes burst and I ain't installed the sink A radiator, I keep it in the car to mink Chk-chk, yo trail the Bricks where I wrestle grizzly bears (Okay!) and stick a track for it's snare and kick When it's committed, damned if you see 'em again Cold-hearted, leaves fall off the tree on my Timbs Help me; I keep the flow cold like uris() The words practically geronimo off the disk When Flex bomb it look, everybody runnin You bitches goin wild, even Kitey wanna tongue 'em I'm like the Gooch, lookin for Arnold Drummond Walkin with a trenchcoat to part the pumpin Like MJ, I wanna be startin somethin Whoever ain't widdit, gotta move widdit One-fo'-fo' hydro smoke to choke on (Okay!) Branson holdin handguns to toke on Uptown with Big L watchin over He tell me there's NARC's parked on the shoulder (Look over there) I don't care, cause I'm drunk as hell Shit I do eighty on a speed bump to bail Doc Deebo, keep both cannons on reload Weed keep my fingertips yellow like Cheetos [Chorus] Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) To my niggaz in Atlanta that, carry the hammer Wrap 'em with bandanas (Yeah yeah!) Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) To my niggaz in the Chi, that smoke on the lai Proceed to gun-fire (Yeah yeah!) [Redman] Yo, to my bitches, my niggaz jump up It's Elmer Fudd with the shotty pump, who want duck Ride in my hooptie, back, slumped up Five niggaz with me, strap, pumped up Dump Forrest Gump, hand on the pump Janitor, gettin drunk off a janitor drum Way I spit, on my tongue, I branded the gun Tarzan, I rap loud, animals come.. .. I'm on top of a giraffe neck throwin spears, I'm Def Squad in both ears Y'all niggaz ready for streets Here it is Circle status, with no pyramids [Chorus] Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) To my niggaz in the West that walk without a vest That just brrrrrap (Yeah yeah!) Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot (That's right!) To my bitches in the Bricks that get they money quick That get they pussy licked (Yeah yeah!) Are you ready to get, high with Doc (Okay!) If you high nigga then lick a shot! [BLAM]

Gutta Butta

GOODIE MOB "Still Standing"
Yo, we gon do it like this Straight out the parts. . . that they disregard Never considered . . . ok Now don't get mad, nigga get glad Goodie got them brand new trash bags . . dag And they know where to dump that ass In the chair The hoochie river with the rest of the kids That did business outside la familians Gettin ya touched Down the cut Blunts roastin whole through tea bags Blowin bubbles out the wrong end Mud in your stool piles Flamin hotter than Dust Valley The gateway to where ever your sick tickle desire The gangsters of this other century Transforming hustlers and players into sissies So slim goodie You don't want no drug boy He'll leave you barefooted and pregnant Don't get too comfortable You ain't gon be here too long G's get locked up and die (clean) Most lie in they own surreal home Trust the tree on the map This one individual thought he was the Grim Reaper Swole, couldn't nobody put a finger on his naps Now he up under the bridge stankin In his birthday suit Used to always holler about how he was gon do a brother (get him!) Beat him to the punch-line, one Being forced into early retirement at the age of 26 Palms feel like bricks - peeling from distributing crack Crumb snatchers and goo-gobblers struggle To stay on top of sand dunes Cause mouths born with silver spoons Make your bed you gotta sleep in it But stakes made Baking soda kept the knees clean Narrow like a ravine fell good news Last hole, green jacket worn, body in two Left by oh-no Soul been gone, disappeared like the dune Once the temperature rise But I'm with my Lawd (lord) Please grits, still ship Half the pipes are gettin sold out convienience stores Where ya at now Comming around trying to sniff out sounds Well rounded kept you strictly grounded for your ear The dogs are gettin closer to the now can you hear I smell fear and even if your eyes was closed Your ass couldn't catch your tear Lies, straws, mirrors and plates Nicks, dimes, fifties, and cakes Why can't I escape These lies, straw, mirrors and plates In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with stacks Upon the map in the vault Where this cat's trying to sniff me out I'm in the southwest woods working all about Paper capers, never hurt them brothers to obtain If I can't refrain cause some of these niggaz snortin cain And really don't know which way to go Confused, you'll abuse anybody for a fix Hits go for ten bucks, go for 20 and they good and plenty Fat baggies like Maggies muffin Where the kid do the stuffin Silly of these young niggaz watching me As I turn figures into solitare Twirl up my hair (down south) Pray to God I don't have to do him Like I never knew or had no clue to who you was Cuz, face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheek So to speak, like a icon when it was done to approach my mosse Be on that Rossie like The Click So I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off it Chorus Nigga I ain't shit, I just know how to rhyme a little bit Nigga please, I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit Now I got a little dough, but it ain't that much mo than every other nigga I know We all still po I don't sell dope (what you doin) I sell hope You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V. I ain't got no fear, my nigga I was born to wait right here Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary I got that thang with me cause it's necessary Shit, I was just ridin Wasn't even thinking‘bout collidin But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights I don't prepared myself to die if it's my time to go He said you know what it is, you done seen it before This sad, of course I'ma be mad Well here you can have it god damnit if you want it that bad You would try to take from me, my nigga I ain't no star I value both of our lives more than this car You lucky nigga, I used to be you Shit and I'd bust a hole in your chest somebody could see through Now remember, shit, you could've died tonight And I would've been in the right I ain't even pissed you could just drop me off at the house Cause I ain't really dying by nothin like this He-he-he-he-he-he Everythang cool my nigga, you could just drop me off at the house Knahmsayin

Get At Me Dog

DMX "It's Dark And Hell Is Hot"
(feat. Sheek of The Lox) [DMX, (Sheek)] (Yea I'm right here dog) Where my dogs at (We right here dog) Where my dogs at (I'm right here dog) [DMX] What must I go through to show you shit is real And I ain't really never gave a fuck how niggaz feel Rob then I steal, not cause I want to cause I have to And don't make me show you with the Magnum If you don't know by now then you slippin I'm on some bullshit thats got me jackin, niggaz flippin I got my man and them stay pretty like I'ma stay shitty Crimey it's all for the money is you wit me Hit the bitches, went out I could make the crime And when it's on we transform like Optimus Prime I'll form the head, roll out let's make it happen If we ain't gonna get it wit them we'll take the cap down Bust it off, gust it off on the softest niggaz Money with the biggest mouth, yo let's rob this nigga A novice nigga never made a sound Breath too fuckin hard like you gettin bust down [Hook : Sheek (DMX)] Yo, yo ya n...az wanna be killers (get at me dog) Ya n...az wanna feel us (get at me dog) Ya n...az want the real (Get at me dog) [DMX] Rrrrrr arf arf what the deal [Hook] [DMX] Rrrrrr arf arf what the deal Nowadays, Don't get to good for certain niggaz, I'm hurtin niggaz What you doin robbin niggaz, jerkin niggaz, stickin niggaz Cause they deserve it; with money got murdered They know we died slow if they heard it The nigga there blew up the spot a while and the mother fucker ain't got shot in a while And the stacks will light up, will fuck the night up blow everything in sight up fuck around and I'll have your ass right up What makes you think, you wasn't able to stand I got shit that'll disable a man with the wave of a hand The days are longer and seems like I'm wastin time I've got a lot of dreams but I'm not really chasin mine I suck it all up like a sicka fly Cause nowadays gettin' by, catchin , an occasional meal and gettin high, I live to die, That's where I'm headed let your man hold somthin, now it's all about you can get it [Hook] [DMX] Rrrrrr arf arf what the deal Well in the back wit ya faggot ass face down Lucky that you breathin but you dead from the waste down The fuck is on your mind Talkin that shit that you be talkin And I bet you wish you never got hit cause you be walkin But shit happens and fuck it, you would of did ya dirt niggaz is wonderin how the fuck you hid your skirt Right under they eyes like a surprise to the guys just one of their mans was a bitch in disguise fuckin with cats in order heads and slaughter more kids Let me hollar at you all that wanna borrow the raw shit (ah-oh!) Knahmean I'm just robbin to eat And there's at least a thousand of us like me mobbin the street When we starve and we eat whatever's there Come on you know the code in the street, whatever's fair Blood stains and chalk, cause yo man couldn't walk After the talk, heard him out at 1133 of New York Transformin us niggaz so get it quick You know for real that nigga can't fuckin suck my dick And it's gon' take all these niggaz in the rap game to barely move me, cause when I blow shit up I have niggaz fallin' like white bitches in a scary movie Ah, you know I don't know how to act Get too close to niggaz, it's like: 'Protected by viper, stand back' What's that, a bunch of niggaz you was killas demented fuck y'all what me with this coward finish him descend it

Feature Presentation

CYPRESS HILL "IV"
[Barron Ricks] My flows most beneficent, most merciful, outrageous for wages, vibrate niggaz heads like pagers Too hard to handle son, we animals, biohazardous Ghetto evangelist, lyric distortions, abortions of fortune shit, shittin on your ASR-10 Sequence Fuckin up the disc These be the words blow niggaz acoustic nerves when I swerve I'm bustin adjectives and verbs at curves Hear the thunder then I melt the frozen tundra, sank Titanics Crack solid granite, initiate global panic Harlem got me branded, rhythms jingle like bricks These niggaz face it or face off, give up or break North My lines petrify your mind's third eye, when I'm high I pull the trey in your insides, I strike blindside Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal in prison whose an individual lose that struggle My stories burst niggaz bubbles, make new niggaz mumble Ready to shed blood up in the jungles Aiyyo we livin it, magnficent Cypress, worldwide! [B-Real] I take the micraphone cord, use it as a rope to hang all the weak rappers for leavin the bullshit they wrote Counterfeit fools all in the pot, let em boil When we go platinum they go, aluminum foil The worldwide clicks and the parties with no parties Cause niggaz'll get you quickly like the skin off a blunt when they get burned and smoked, put out and used up Niggaz don't know how to act when they lit the fuse up Abuse them up, usin the nut, I'm usin buck Fearin of the shit, that's covered the script, deliver cuts Cypress Hill, Soul Asassins, all up in the club Showin love to everyone of you real niggaz Cause the hip-hop's pumpin through the blood in my veins like a junkie, fuckin with 'ron and cocaine Slay you both down, better hold down or get clowned by the world renowned, Cypress compound! [Chace Infinite] Heavy artillery rap niggaz attack from both sides of the map, leave you flat on your back, my thoughts dwell in the dark black abyss, Chace Infinite kicks rhymes over rhythm and spit hot flame from his lips I represent, the cream of the earth, bless his birth My order in the elements in the universe My mental enter your physical frame, penetrate like pushin your face straight through a window pane with twenty bars, I'm sinister God, administer pain to your paragraph it ain't hard, see I studied the life-science for years in this, doin songs with my indigineous peers n shit, hit you with the omnipotent gland The benficient stare, write a rhyme to shine light in your ear, don't make a move that'll end your career Stand clear, I stand firm on solid ground Pump Blood Sweat and Tears, verbal architect, engineer Shiftin your ear, to Cypress Hill, you wack niggaz caps is peeled, the scientific Soul Asassin We dominate tracks and thrash in the front lines Soldier ready for action, rapid fire rappin

Audio X

CYPRESS HILL "IV"
[Featuring Barron Ricks Chace Infinite] [Barron Ricks] My flows most beneficent most merciful outrageous for wages vibrate niggaz heads like pagers Too hard to handle son we animals biohazardous Ghetto evangelist lyric distortions abortions of fortune shit shittin on your ASR 10 Sequence Fuckin up the disc These be the words blow niggaz acoustic nerves when I swerve I'm bustin adjectives and verbs at curves Hear the thunder then I melt the frozen tundra, sank Titanics Crack solid granite, initiate global panic Harlem got me branded, rhythms jingle like bricks These niggaz face it or face off, give up or break North My lines petrify your mind's third eye, when I'm high I pull the trey in your insides, I strike blindside Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal in prison whose an individual lose that struggle My stories burst niggaz bubbles, make new niggaz mumble Ready to shed blood up in the jungles Aiyyo we livin it, magnficent Cypress, worldwide! [B-Real] I take the micraphone cord, use it as a rope to hang all the weak rappers for leavin the bullshit they wrote Counterfeit fools all in the pot, let em boil When we go platinum they go, aluminum foil The worldwide clicks and the parties with no parties Cause niggaz'll get you quickly like the skin off a blunt when they get burned and smoked, put out and used up Niggaz don't know how to act when they lit the fuse up Abuse them up, usin the nut, I'm usin buck Fearin of the shit, that's covered the script, deliver cuts Cypress Hill, Soul Asassins, all up in the club Showin love to everyone of you real niggaz Cause the hip-hop's pumpin through the blood in my veins like a junkie, fuckin with 'ron and cocaine Slay you both down, better hold down or get clowned by the world renowned, Cypress compound! [Chace Infinite] Heavy artillery rap niggaz attack from both sides of the map, leave you flat on your back, my thoughts dwell in the dark black abyss, Chace Infinite kicks rhymes over rhythm and spit hot flame from his lips I represent, the cream of the earth, bless his birth My order in the elements in the universe My mental enter your physical frame, penetrate like pushin your face straight through a window pane with twenty bars, I'm sinister God, administer pain to your paragraph it ain't hard, see I studied the life-science for years in this, doin songs with my indigineous peers n shit, hit you with the omnipotent gland The benficient stare, write a rhyme to shine light in your ear, don't make a move that'll end your career Stand clear, I stand firm on solid ground Pump Blood Sweat and Tears, verbal architect, engineer Shiftin your ear, to Cypress Hill, you wack niggaz caps is peeled, the scientific Soul Asassin We dominate tracks and thrash in the front lines Soldier ready for action, rapid fire rappin

125 Part 1 (The Bio)

JOELL ORTIZ "The Brick: Bodega Chronicles"
[Intro:] Mirror mirror on the wall Who's the most feared up and coming emcee of them all [Verse:] Joell ortiz what they call you crazy that kid has been nothing but short of awesome lately His mixtape recieved 4 stars in the u.k Toured s.o.b's down several tuesdays Valet it up on hot 9 with kay slay He on nba live 05 Cuz ea sponsored the rap battle last year that he won A flight from l.a headed back to where he from 6 Hours so he copped a little somethin to read son Source mag page 66 was a regun He got unsigned hype the reckonightion had begun Very next monday was double x l's chairmans choice Recently the p.r prray got to hear his voice Now he back in xxl this time show and prove Cuz he writtin hit records and his shows improved He's the dude you need to worrie about 3 More mixtapes done he fin to put those out Thats how he laugh at doubt If i was you i would clear his path Cuz everything about him says you really wanna feel his wrath He turned down 3 deals this last month Labels playing tug a war with his name he who they want He signin over there "Nope" He signin over here "Nope" The both of ya'll wrong he grindin over there In a city near you tryin to strengthen his fan base Layin down cuts like a band-aid He know how many dudes this man paid the list is endless He carry big crates just to get into the club And when he got into the club he gave out his mixtape His work ethic is great his drives like t-mac You let him go share a poster RELAX He's back give him room to breathe All those that hated will all soon believe All those who made it will all soon just leave Once the fans get a whif of mister ortiz He spits raw please dont confuse him with these other cats He's a full workout they 3 jumping jacks Front to back he's an obstacle to overcome I mean you know nothings impossible but dont be dumb He grew up in cooper projects so you know he's slum The only child homie wild he the only one i ever heard nick named the peoples champ Under-dog all his life earned his stripes doin things he aint like Like igniting the fifth all night huggin the strip servin a pregnant bitch hard white He happy his mom's never sucked a glass pipe She use to sniff gettin her off that shit was a fight Why the fuck you think homeboy go hard when he writes Tryin to make his future bright cuz his past got him tight His cash might be lite pockets empty kid But same time next year its mtv cribs His put his life on it twice on it To make sure he cant ask ? His crib must gon' have a nice price on it Chandaliers with the ice on it, Persian rugs with no mice on it Huge tv screens with classics episodes of miami vice on it Indoor pool and the floor got a mic on it Plaques all over the wall with his name engraved nice on it Man listen his ambition gonna have the game locked like the box in san quentin Fin to win his race cuz he ran different In through the no's out through the mouth Not worryin bout his competition radio clout Look straight same pace let them nigga's be out They true colors gonna show later on when they breathin all heavy and they legs is worn Duke gone from havin an ill buzz in the streets To yo dont nobody give a fuck when he speak I know it could happen in a couple of weeks Lifes a bitch aint it? But me i love every picture that this kid painted He's the difference between artists and rappers Artists draw hits rappers take flicks Other rappers trey sick man these nigga's aint shit Everythings basic they should claim the same clique Thats why everything he give hip hop game sick Like the syringe in the vein of an aids patient C'aint spit on this b.k bemis take that The kid is go sign by the dudes who made rap Face facts g-rap told mike he got a problem on his hands Mike is joe's a & r just so y'all understand Krs responded with one word "damn" The cyphers complete once he shake rakim hand He a one man movement General coronel seargent major private and them youngin's on the front lines shootin Gun high troopin through this war with his music And he aint gonna stop till he drop get use to it He speak english fluent his spanish pequeno So doin regeaton a slight problemo plus he sound moreno They aint know he was spanish till he transformed so quick and got his goverment established but none of this matters if you nice you nice You could be ethiopian rhymin for rice You could be hatian tryin to rhyme for your rights You could be south african writtin rhymes for ice You could be cuban rhymin to cop you a nice little boulder to make it to us coast over night It is what it is in this buiss you live When you die thats when your records sales sky high He tryin to rep while he alive his heart still beatin Brain still sumbin his nerves still tweakin Stomach still growlin cuz what he's eatin Aint enough bring the twelve gauge out its duck season give him one reason your carreer is gone Say his name on a song he'll put yours on a tombstone Not a pizza either im talkin everybody blacked down cryin to the wrods of a speakin preacher He's a deep believer and what goes around comes around and whats comin around is dope And what went around is his name and the strength of his flow His ill show his radio apperances and more Some things is maybe's and some things for sure Some niggas is crazy and some nigga's m.o some nigga's is lazy and some nigga's just wont stop workin till they get what they deserve ya know That nigga is joe e double l o r tiz pa' please you one match in the snow He's like a crib on the sun sittin next to the fireplace with the heat on a million and one This young man is hot he'll sun tan your block He gon' keep firing your gun jam alot Heat rise expect to see this man on the top [Outro:] Mirror mirror on the wall Who's the most feared up and coming emcee of them all Joell ortiz what they call you crazy that kid has been nothing but short of awesome lately

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