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REDMAN lyrics - Malpractice

Muh-Fucka

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Yo, this for all my live motherfuckers! (Motherfuckers) YO! .. What the deal muh-fucka Chill muh-fucka LP bangs all in your hood muh-fucka My niggaz smack niggaz like Suge muh-fucka Later on, reminisce it like wood muh-fucka You muh-fuckers try to block a thorough muh-fucka Hard shell chicken Taco Bell muh-fucka Fuck you models, you too frail muh-fucka (get outta here!) I took a fat chick to pay the bail muh-fucka I stay drunk and I don't drink muh-fucka Type nigga to do it before he think muh-fucka Bricks and Shaolin, watch us link muh-fucka Stores'll run out of paper and ink muh-fucka I move before your eyes can blink muh-fucka Quick like O-Dog shot the chink muh-fucka White girls sweat me like N'Sync muh-fucka I get MPC's out of sync muh-fucka I said he a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said she a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said we the motherfuckers!! Yo, I said they the motherfuckers!! Yo, Brick City motherfuckers!! Yo, Brook-nam motherfuckers!! Yo, Uptown motherfuckers!! Yo, Boogie Down motherfuckers!! Yo yo, yo, back to y'all muh-fuckers wanna ball muh-fuckers TV's all up in your car muh-fuckers At the club tryin to buy the bar muh-fuckers Catch you for the jewels and the star muh-fuckers Wanna battle dawg, we can brawl muh-fucka Little Jamal, handle the call muh-fucka My steel wall like Bradshaw's muh-fucka For pressure, inject Demarol muh-fucka Golddiggers be tryin to trick muh-fuckers Baby mommas be out to get muh-fuckers N.Y.P.D. out to split muh-fuckers Cuttin your veins up for the fix muh-fucka Bricks muh-fuckers crazy muh-fuckers Often unplugged, A-B-C muh-fuckers Got toys not from Kay-Bee muh-fucka Burnin holes in your AV muh-fucka I said he a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said she a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said we the motherfuckers!! Yo, I said they the motherfuckers!! Yo, Jersey motherfuckers!! Yo, West coast motherfuckers!! Yo, Atlanta motherfuckers!! Yo, V.A. motherfuckers!! Yo, I said he a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said she a muh-fucka!! Yo, I said we the motherfuckers!! Yo, I said they the motherfuckers!! Yo, Chi-Town motherfuckers!! Yo, Detroit motherfuckers!! Yo, Miami motherfuckers!! Yo, Canada motherfuckers, and we out!! This for all my live muh-fuckers out there!! C'mon!!

Celebration

JAY-Z
[hispanic voice same as Intro from _In My Lifetime, Vol. 1_] What you think you like me? You ain't like me *motherfucker* You a punk I been with MADE people.. CONNEC-TED people Who you been wit? Chain snatchin, jive-ass, maricon *motherfuckers* Why don't you go get lost Get out of here, go kick a freestyle or somethin [Jay-Z] You're now tuned into the greatest *Motherfuckers* can't beat us, join us, can't fade us, hate us Can't touch it, *fuck it*, can't see em, try to be em Both shows sold out your coliseum, 8th Wonder Locked rap for trey summers, poker faces with the aces under Face one up, to take over, the break's over *Nigga* I'm the God MC, me, Jay-hovah *Shit* knockin, almost a crime, get Cochran Bangin to the hearse where my doctors hand hot land, FBI, DEA, I did crime, got away They wanna see me pay, *motherfuckers* better ride if they try to plant, under the seat of my car even a half a gram, better flame those, plainclothes Same goes for lame hoes, cocaine rapper Rep ya game pros [Wais] We celebrate this, while you sittin back screamin you hate this Try to rape this, get caught in my crime matrix Spittin sperm inside of latex You get, no respect like a child rapist Delegate this, men just givin facelifts Leave your melon spacious, career felon, no hiatus nor Ceasar's, the CIA flooded my block with diseases Informants, heating the spot up like global warming Who start *shit*? My style is laced with arsenic Odorless tasteless, cause of death is traceless I know you wanna see me wasted You call the order, I'll be in Hell Team Roc sweater and ice water Righteous, dominate the global, my life's a novel blazin in Barnes and Noble, idolize the vocals Y'all niggaz is local but that's evident I'm Resident Evil, movin like ? [Memphis Bleek] Millionaire that flow like water, rap *niggaz* runnin I, oughta applaud ya, clap at ya Point the Mac at ya, *niggaz* caught up Brought up in the rapture, my flows torture like a compound fracture, can't *fuck* widdit For the love of sex money and drugs Affiliated with the sets Tecs honies and thugs Let the four power, rain on *niggaz* like a spring shower and bring flowers for the bodies that surround us If you was lookin you found us Movin with speed, tried to play Superman ended up like Chris Reeves Parapalegic, precise minds like the Pharoah's of Egypt Shot through a barrel *niggaz* narrowly weaved it Keepin my Team top seeded with the Sweet 16's bulgin out of my jeans, on the ten-speed weeded Holdin, ? shots with you like a secret It's like a story never told, but believe it... [Sauce Money] Street anthem anchor, quick to trade shots just like a banker Lick a round, *niggaz* hit the ground like Sanka I got ya screwface in forty-two ways, Aim better than toothpaste, Jerry Maguire Show Me The Money like Clue tapes Run up in your spot with a few eights, zonin Known men, home in, all of my homies condone sin Four shots spin ya like chrome rims Put a part right through your dome like the Omen, foamin White sheets got ya wrapped like a Roman Back in New York, honey wants it, just spit blood and talk funny *Niggaz* is cartoons, picture styles that's fully developed like dark rooms, hits fat, cub with a harpoon Heat-seekin, grill huntin, still frontin? Keep squeezin, *fuck it*, I leave the whole street wheezing No *motherfuckers* hope I fail, and gotta provoke the frail Got em scared to drop like soap in jail [Jay-Z] Geyeah, there you have it Just think of ours as can't be touched, tested, whatever Never disrespect this thing of ours Roc-a-Fella family

Protect Ya Neck

WU-TANG CLAN "Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)"
'So whassup man Coolin man' 'Chillin chillin' 'Yo you know I had to call, you know why right' 'Why' 'Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right' 'Yeah' 'You know what I wanna hear right' 'Whatchu wanna hear I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint' 'Wu-Tang again' 'Ahh yeah, again and again!' [*sounds of fighting*] [RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off de Inspector Deck [Meth] watch ya step kid (8X) [Inspector Deck] I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin The Lone Ranger, code red, danger! Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart The vandal, too hot to handle Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal [Raekwon] The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project Then take all your assets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math! So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man Cause I grab the clip and Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got Goin to war with the meltin pot hot [Method] It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth Movin on your left, aah! And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat I wanna break full, cock me back Small change, they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a 'sue' Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh I mean ohh, yo check out the flow like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough* [U-God] Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style Sloop-B and my b-boy's U to my crew with the 'suuue' [*interlude*] watch ya step kid [8X] [Ol Dirty Bastard] c'mon baby baby c'mon [4X] [RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck [Ol Dirty Bastard] First things first man you're fuckin with the worst I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack Shame on you when you stepped through to The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be damned if I let any man Come to my center, you enter, the winter Straight up and down that shit packed jam You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps Niggaz be rollin with a stash ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass! [Ghostface Killah] For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me Not long is how long that this rhyme took me Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stompin grounds I give a order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin star Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar Point blank as I kick the square biz There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes [RZA] Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be) Comin around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment My clan increase like black unemployment Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius Take us the fuck outta here [Genius] The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent Your empire falls and ya lose every cent For tryin to blow up a scrub Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb Should of pumped it when I rocked it Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets This goes on in some companies With majors they're scared to death to pump these First of all, who's your A&R A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar But he don't know the meaning of dope When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap that's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight [*sounds of fighting*] [RZA] You best protect ya neck [4X]

Are You In That Mood Yet?

JOE BUDDEN "Mood Muzik 2: Can It Get Any Worse?"
[Joe Budden] Yo, I don't wanna live no more Sometimes I hear death knockin' at my front door I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle Another day another struggle, yo I know it's fucked up what a lack of cake'll do A few people wanna move in and stay wit you You wish you could help 'em all, but you ain't able to Cause the rent's a lil' late plus the cable's due You and your girlfriend are beefin' in a serious way You used to be faithful (NOW) you at a curious stage (for real) Finally got your mind made on going your separate ways WAIT Nah homeboy, her period's late now THINK Your time's runnin out do it quickly (WHY?!) Cause she starts crying, mood's gettin sticky If I don't want it she'll want nuttin to do wit me JUST GET THE ABORTION AND I'LL GIVE YOU THE 250! But if you say that to her than you wrong You ain't think bout that you was gettin your groove on Can't take care of myself nevermind a new born I guess the pussy got too good for too long Seems like my money goes by too easy Why I hate that my job only pays bi-weekly Hoopty done shitted, you spendin more money tryin to fix it Than when you did tryin to get it (C'MON!) Fridge is empty, but I survive the hunger Who the fuck keeps callin from this private number? There's crime on my mind and my nails are dirty The floors are real cold in the jails of Jersey Depression starts talkin and his voice is raspy CAUSE HE AIN'T SHUT THE FUCK UP IN 3 AND A HALF WEEKS! Look, beard is full, hair is nappy These jeans ain't mine so they way too baggy Priorities fucked shit startin to gas me It's like my lil' man's life slipped right past me (talk to em) Startin to trap me His name's Dwayne SO WHY THE FUCK MY SON KEEP CALLIN' HIM DADDY?! Same shit that I feared after all these years I gotta breathe I can't believe my ears Wipin out my eyes I'm damn near in tears But you can't be mad, you know you ain't been there (nah) Grab his moms I throw her against the door But in the back of your mind you know it ain't her fault (nah) I ain't mad at all, I'm just bothered I get honest for real I ain't been the best father like Toys 'R Us, Chuck E Cheese You know a lil' boy grow up wit these needs New Year's or Christmas, even the birthday At least bring the nigga to his school on the first day (OHHHH) I can't believe it, this the same way that I was treated So maybe it's history repeated I know it sounds sick the idea of havin another kid But this one it really feel like it's his (OHHHH) It's the truth and I hate that fact WAIT, shouldn't of said that I take that back Look, I apologize let's rewind this whole story like NaS C4 just erase that track (C'MON!) I don't care if only the track trust me FUCK! what niggaz say only God can judge me FUCK! what niggaz heard or think or even thought Tried to fix my shortcomings I just came up short Ya heard?

Oh!

JOELL ORTIZ "Free Agent"
[Large Professor] Yeah! What we talkin 'bout? Yeah! What we doin here? Joell, with the Large Pro-L [Chorus: Iffy] When you get'cho money, get'cho mind right I say what's real, fuck that limelight! All these haters, they don't want it All these haters, know I'm on it And I got 'em like AYYY-OHHH; and now they like "Oh!" Then I got 'em like AYYY-OHHH; and now they like "OH!" [Joell Ortiz] Yeah - you niggaz think it's a game See a smile on my face, Freq' turn me up Pro - go wild on my bass, these muh'fuckers gotta know I'm crack cocaine in the 80's, I got a flow I rap so crazy, you play with me - adios Homey, I'm the second coming This ain't the first time I've been on a record buggin Sho' nuff won't be the last, I'm just gettin started You hollow, no furniture in a big apartment I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap And I can scrap nigga, don't get your ligaments cracked Man I'll get at Twitter (ha!) I'm street to the 9th power Walk in the spot, one deep with a light, yaowa I'd be lyin if I told you that my bucks major But I walk in and pick the broad that I'ma fuck later Club carpet becomes garbage for the Dutch paper I see you watchin - whattup hater?! [Chorus] [Joell Ortiz] Somebody said his homey was better; I guess he lied I'm hot, got my borough on lock, like 25 to life when I write feel the ground shakin E'ry word that I recite, get the town bakin I'm not yo' average beast (nope!) I can't stomach y'all, make my abs get weak Extra nauseous from the blab you speak So drop your pens, rip your notepad and skeet You not a friend, don't make me have to grab you creeps I count to ten; one.. two/too late, bastards Look at y'all, shook, Kool-Aid packets You know the situation, I'm that intimidatin Cold dog, I flow like a fridge in Nathan's You tryin to bring it back, I'm just tryin to bring it You got them Red Bull bars, you just kinda wing it Like a butter knife, that ain't gon' cut it But I ain't even mad at y'all fuckers! [Chorus] [Joell Ortiz] You niggaz can look around, ain't nobody as hot If you nobody, I stop by and body your block (WHATTUP?!) If you somebody I turn you to the first nigga; I'm the worst nigga Call me Mr. Earth, niggaz bodies are dropped My team really 'bout it homey, shotties are popped You a BITCH! Probably shit, get on your potties and squat This rap music is my new hustle I don't plan to post up, with a few bundles I'm on the grind all the time with a 9 nigga, headnod shit Y'all weak; man this is sweet like a eggnog mix Every word I speak's like a splurge out of the pound Y'all birds out here TWEETS, like words after a # Say my name and I'ma put you in your place No not a song - I'ma come see you and punch you in your face!! (BLAOW) Bling Brooklyn, cause that's where I've brought up You ballin, I'm above the rim - don't get caught up [Chorus]

Uncommon Valor : A Vietnam Story

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Servants In Heaven, Kings In Hell"
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, I don't know why I'm over here, this job is evil They sent me here to Vietnam to kill innocent people My mother always said, "The president, he doesn't care" He tryin' to leave the footprints of America here They say we tryin' to stop Chinese expansion But I ain't seen no Chinese since we landed Sent my whole entire unit thinkin' we could win Against the Viet Cong guerrillas there in Gia Dinh I didn't sign up to kill women or any children For every enemy soldier, we killin' six civilians Yeah, and it ain't right to me I ain't got enough of motherfuckin' fight in me It frightens me, and I just wanna see my son and moms But over here, they droppin' seven million tons of bombs I spent my days dodgin' all these booby-traps and mines And at night, prayin' to God that I get back alive And I'm forced to sit back and wonder Why I was a part of Operation Rolling Thunder In a foxhole with nine months left here Jungle like the fuckin' harbinger of death here [Interlude: Vinnie Paz (R.A. the Rugged Man)] I don't wanna be here, I'm scared, I just wanna go home (You fuckin' kiddin' me? Don't be a pussy, don't you love your country?) (I like being here, I'm ready) [Verse 2: R.A. the Rugged Man] True story Call me Thorburn, John H., staff sergeant Marksman, skill in killin', illin', I'm able and willin' Kill a village elephant, rapin' and pillage a village Illegitimate killers, US Military guerrillas This ain't no real war, Vietnam shit World War II, that's a war, this is just a military conflict Soothin' drug abusin', Vietnamese women screwin' Sex, gambling and boozin', all this shit is amusin' Bitches and guns, this is every man's dream I don't wanna go home where I'm just an ordinary human being Special Op, Huey chopper gun ship run shit Gook run when the minigun spit, won't miss Kill shit, spit four-thousand bullets a minute Vic the Charlie, hit trigger, hit it, I'm in it to win it Get it, the lieutenant hinted, the villain, I been it The killing, I did it, cripple, did it, pictures I painted is vivid, live it A wizard with weapons, the secret mission, we 'bout to begin it Government funded, behind enemy lines Bullets is sprayin', it's heatin' up a hundred degrees The enemies the North Vietnamese, bitch please Ain't no sweat, I'm told, "Be at ease" Until I see the pilot got hit, and we 'bout to hit some trees Nail the road, it broke, crash land American man in Cambodia, right in the enemy hand Take a swig of the Whiskey to calm us Them yellow men wearin' black pajamas, they wanna harm us They all up on us, bang, bang, bullet hit my chest, feel no pain To my left, the captain caught a bullet right in his brain Body parts flyin', loss of limbs, explosions Bad intentions, I see my best friend's intestines Pray to the one above, it's raining, I'm covered in mud I think I'm dyin', I feel dizzy, I'm losin' blood I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother I see my whole life, I see Christ, I see bright lights I see Israelites, Muslims and Christians at peace, no fights Black, Whites, Asians, people of all types I must've died, then I woke up, surprised I'm alive I'm in a hospital bed, they rescued me, I survived I escaped the war, came back, but ain't escape Agent Orange Two of my kids born handicapped Spastic, quadriplegia, micro cephalic Cerebral palsy, cortical blindness, name it, they had it My son died, he ain't live, but I still try to think positive 'Cause in life, God take, God give

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