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REDMAN lyrics - Malpractice

WKYA (Drop)

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[radio announcer] This is DJ Sayyyy WHAT! on this motherfucker Comin at you live on WKYA Radio from the Brick City The weather is callin for it to be hotter than a MOTHERFUCKER out there So crack a brew, roll a blunt, cause the phone lines are open right now We've expanded to cities like Atlanta, D.C., Tampa, Chicago Dallas, Memphis, Detroit and L.A. So call in now, 1-800-High-as-a-Motherfucker That's 1-800-,High-as-a-MOTHERFUCKER!! DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it Spit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it.. DOCTOR DOCTOR! Tell me how ya do it Spit hot shit like it ain't nuttin to it.. [Redman] Yo, when I walk I stalk like a dog (AROOF!) Writin 'fuck ya hometown' on ya wall (AROOF!) WKYA! Them niggaz that'll whip out the dick and piss ALL in your gar-ments When I come around, son lay 'em down This Homey the Clown play around so pay it now Sweepin the block up, Mayor Doc, he in town Ridin the highway at night to run a deer down; I look for the action Funk Doc, I don't look when I'm crashin! I'm so dope I could bundle cook-up by the aspirin Gaspin like it's Aspen, no air Beef we bring it on with tap shoes and hope the po'-po' there Graduated, they said Red would go nowhere (uh-uh) Now, SOURCE AWARDS, ride a water buffalo there Polo Gear, holes in it, the fo'-fo' wear Ass out, check the weather report for cold air (brrrr) On your hottest day of the summer, I snowmobile in Stack new jacks in the Carter, blow the building It's WKYA muh'fucker Bringin trouble your way, so duck muh'fucker! Yeahh! Two-hundred and fifty-five-thousand pounds of guerilla shit funk fo' yo' ass motherfucker! Bricks to Brook-nam, we hold it down, PPP Def Squad Ya tell me once and I'll tell you again Pull out the mac-10 and rob yo' friend, yeahhh! (Fucker) WKYA (We kickin yo' ass)

Long Kiss Goodnight

Notorious Big "Life After Death"
[CHORUS] TIME, TIME FOR YOU TA DIE AS I KISS--YO--ASS--GOODNIGHT I make yo mouthpiece obese like delawese When I release, you loose teeth like Little Cease Nigga please Blood floods yo dungarees And that's just a half of my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater than the average playa hater, and spectators Buy my CD twice They see me in the streets they be like yo he nice But that's on the low doe' be the cats wit no dough, tried ta play me at my show I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes Short-change niggas snort-cane niggas extortion came quicker Bought the Range' nigga Ya still tickle me I used ta be as strong as ripple, till Little Cease crippled me Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be The games sour like like a pickle be Ya'll know da rules Move from BK ta New Jerus Thinkin bout, all the planes we flew Bitches, we ran through Now da years new I lay my game flat I want my spot back, take two Muthafuckas mad cuz I blew, niggas envious Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina Slugs missed ya I ain't mad at'chya (we ain't mad at'chya) Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothing Catch canes, come out frontin Smokin something Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin I laced it wit the basic 6 TV's, a system, knockin Mase shit, face it We hard ta hit Guard ya shit, for I stick you, for ya re-up Wipe the 'P' Mix shots, 'work ya seat up' Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up LONG KISS [CHORUS X 2] UH-I flamin gats, aimin at, these fuckin... Maniacs put my name in raps--'support them' Games dat Like they hustle backwards I smoke backwards, and Duchees Ya can't touch me Try ta rush me Slugs go, touchy-touchy Ya bleedin lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me or beneath me, ya whole life ya live sneaky Now ya rest eternally, sleepy, ya burn when ya creep me Rest where the worms-n-the weak be My nine flies, baptize, rap guys Wit the holy ghost I put holes in most, you hold ya toast shakey Slip-n-tryin ta break me Look what'chyou made me do, brains blue My team in the Marine blew, six-coupe Skiid it out, weeded out, clean it out The block for distance is, given long kisses bitch [CHORUS X 2] Frank White the menacin, craw-craw's demenacin I got the lettuce in You turn green like cucumber skin got the new hummer in the summer when I was a new comer then drugs and mac-10's Hug from fake friends Make ends they hate'chyou, be broke girls won't date'chyou That's why I relate to, choke yo ass till ya face blue, make you Open the safe too No matter how ya call it(how ya call it) This 'bralick',alcoholic Like his weed green'd out like his brick solid Distribute to kids who, take heart like Valentine, drink Valentine, all the time Slugs hit'chya chest tap the spine Flat-line Heard through the grapevine, ya got fucked foe times Damn that three ta nine, fucked you up for real doe' 'Slink steal slow' As you remorse we feel no [CHORUS X 6]

Hard Life

BIG TYMERS "I Got That Work"
(feat. Lil' Wayne, Juvenile) [Baby] For sure, lil' one I know what you're goin' through to shine Niggas pullin' off all type of shit But, look: if you don't know what you're doin', you'd better catch the sideline Catch the sideline Nigga, the block look the same - it's just crack and cocaine Niggas losin' but we still maintainin' Livin' life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand Knockin' project bricks Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love slingin' this white shit S.S., Monte Carlo's, hard-tops - we love that shit 'Bout two-hundred thugs with this clique We multiply everyday for the bullshit For the hood shit Burned down buildin's ain't no good, slick Niggas pullin' auctions on they own cars to get money quick Then we dippin' and dabbin' Goin' back to the labbin' Lil' niggas payin' me for cookin' they slabbin' Cook a brick and make it out a brick-and-halfin' Chargin' them young g's ten G's for cookin' they slabs Say, lil' wodie, I gots to have it [Hook - 4x (Juvenile)] It's a hard life we livin' - they 'bout they drama We earn stripes from killin' - attack like piranhas [Lil' Wayne] Look Look On the streets it ain't sweet They be () It's not a game, homeboy - this ain't the NFL Him just () from rippin' with the mid-deck twelve Hit the block in twin-SL's, and spit at gals You get that, pal Once it's war, nigga, skip town 'Cause if I don't do it, be swimmin' with fish, clown Now, crack a whole chick down, sell it in quarters If the drama happen to hit town, I'm 'nappin' your daughter If the broad try to flip out, I'm cuttin' her water If your boys try to help out, I'm killin' they fathers When and wherever What and however - you bring it good I'll have your mom singin' 'Hmmm hmm hmmm' Cause nowadays lot of niggas got coward ways So I ride with K's to knock off the side of heads But I'm tryin' to stay man, I'm tryin' to stay focused What I'm tryin' to say we gon' bust it wide open! [Hook - 4x (Juvenile)] [Mannie Fresh] What What Pimps, playas, riders, rollers, hustlers Gangstas, thugs, criminal motherfuckers Hit it, quit it, fuck it, leave it, flee No evidence at your residence - that's me Black, ugly, mean, sheisty bastard Preachers and teachers sayin', 'I'm surprised you lasted.' Guns, drugs, bitches hot sex Weed, crack, heroin - what's next Feds, cops, killers politicians Hookers, hoes, () all on missions Crooks, mayors, presidents, and leaders N-double-A-CP, rednecks, and meat beaters Mommas, baby-mommas, aunties and cousins Scatter sites, knocked-out lights, projects by the dump And cars, broads, murders ghetto life I went through all that shit for platinum ringers and a little bit of ice [Hook - 4x (Juvenile)] [Juvenile] I've been blessed I thank the Lord everyday for gettin' me from 'round these devils in these dark hallways How the fuck you gonna help me when I don't care Niggas see me front it all - they just look and stare And talk about how it should be and how it could be Bentley in my basement - ain't nobody understood me Take care of your people like you take care of your kids 'Cause money ain't shit when you don't know how to live And niggas gon' pretend to be your friend when they ain't You expect 'em to be there until the end, but they can't Now, how many of you can say you're a real nigga Play the Prowler, but scared to go in the field with ya You gon' know your nigga - he gon' be there, still with ya Whether if it's talkin' or slingin' the steal with ya Don't answer nobody questions Gotta turn to the Lord with a confession [Hook - 4x (Juvenile)] It's a hard life we livin' - 'cause they 'bout they drama We earn stripes from killin' - attack like piranhas

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GHOSTFACE KILLAH "Ironman"
(feat. Raekwon) Cat I got to take him off of here, that's right I got to take him off of here Cause there's only one, and that's me You understand For all that fighting, you understand that sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me and I know he can't whoop me, I... Ay boy, the nigga whole style is chump You understand Let me get mines first Then after I get mines, you can do what you want to do... [Ghostface] Yeah, scandalous Yeah miraculous, the arsonists Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260 2L, I heard they had O's for sale I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate Where's the cat from, think he's from New Jerusalem Pretty Rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the God He go with Tim, the one who called Lover of God Y. E.quality S.elf, I know the natural law now It's time to get the God U and blow like mines But on the Iow I heard he got BORN original sin Back in a drive-through Kentucky Fried shot up his Ac We got to get him Dunn, aliens is snatchin our bread U.F.O.'s movin in with bigger plans than Fed, yo Knock on Daddy-O's door get the scope He's not home, he took Ishmael to Park Slope There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums Peace Keana, what's up with your girlfriend Wanda She drive a green Honda, with legs like Jane Fonda I just left her, she took Rashean to Pathmark then jetted to Canal to get her man some Clarks She said be back in ninety minutes, Ghostface God forbid She say, peace to W, who's watchin the kids [Raekwon] Two hours later, scheamin like DeNiro in Casino Son better have more coke than Al Pacino Keana ain't tellin no lies, last year she did a sting and a half and Tymeek bought her a aircraft But anyway, yo, Daddy-O home, we need the shotties nidow When we get back, throw you a bit out Later that night, stay mesmerized yo Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of Marriot You ready, you got the E&J and the machete We goin upstairs, I hope one nigga is empty We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists Masks on, second floor, Dunn yo, I handle this Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical Natural, fuckin a white bitch, actual fiends chanting, 'Do your thing Chef, handle it' I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit Carolyn Ran to the back analyzin, much disguisin Surprise we comin and their eyes were tranquilized and buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin Fake cats announcin on the block, you loungin Where the blow at, I ain't got shit, stop frontin (Yo Chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin Bitch, show that bit, before I push your wig back Chef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at) Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery It's in the kitchen in the ceiling (Baby girl kept squealin Only found a white block of cheese from New Zealand Ohhh shit! Yo, yo where that shit at yo Yo Chef, where that shit What What Aiyyo...)

Miles To Go

Del The Funky Homosapien "No Need For Alarm"
[Featuring Hieroglyphics] A Plus: You don't have to worry any longer. . . Yo wait a damn minute listen to the way the man spin it even with improper diction I split in gets ends I'm lettin' suckas know I'm fin ta buck a bro the nigga figga he can dust a pro fessional I test a fool I get a tool and beat him wit it he didn't see me wit it and this is what I'ma do tie the crime to you niggas need to find a new rhyme to do I remember when I used to grind a few indo sacks at my wack Sr. High School but I told the Dean 'Bye fool.' I graduated he was a man I hated and I'm glad I made it Hie-ro I know you know fools know, that my crew's so phat, and niggas try to jack then I know they got my back A-Plus must bust the wack. Casual: I'm fed up with the wackness and this weak shit so peep the style and learn how to freak shit I hope, ya, learn how ta cope by the time you peep this shit here, I'll be three times doper yeah, this is for the trendy G's to ya bitches, High School enemies all the hoes shoot me to the left shit cause my financial state was on defecit but I, really didn't trip now I'm livin' phatter and then niggas don't matter a lot a rappers try frontin' on me bet they aint got nuttin' on me and aint no way that buck can harm me I turn the mouths of MCs into molecules niggas locked onto me like my follicles I swallow fools with no regurgitaion we hurt ya face, men when ya placed in my path. [BRIDGE] Del: I bust asses ya slow like molasses as this continues then you know the fastest computing, looting, I gets the root of things bitches with problems I leave ya jaw numb I slap hoes my rap flows along with the flow of the song as I flow on the bong I use Jedi mind tricks to find tricks bind tricks, tie them up then I try and phuck then they die and what do I care? I dare hoes and prepare flows cause I never spare those lives who strives with knives slice I parylize ya twice with fear Del is nice to your ears. Snupe: Not of hardest, artists going far jack off from Jupiter because I'm shooting for the stars I'm a mack never come wack gimme a 30 second snippit I'll rip it because the shit gets deeper creep ya ass as the floor rocks we got the beat hittin' hard like four cops shorts out my last record I write my rhymes nekkid let me give you a tip I'm on the balls so just expect it my rep gets phatter thinkin' about those kids they tried to step and got phucked like they momma did by the Mr. Mostskill I did ya hoe, still she's askin' for waxin' and taxin' cause she heard a hoe squeal hoes I'm, getting more plays than Showtime the demon got ya screamin' with no shine no time for regular run of the the mill I'm packin' with steel boy soldiers never no more the soul soldier. [BRIDGE]

No Need For Alarm

Del The Funky Homosapien "No Need For Alarm"
[Featuring Hieroglyphics] A Plus: You don't have to worry any longer. . . Yo wait a damn minute listen to the way the man spin it even with improper diction I split in gets ends I'm lettin' suckas know I'm fin ta buck a bro the nigga figga he can dust a pro fessional I test a fool I get a tool and beat him wit it he didn't see me wit it and this is what I'ma do tie the crime to you niggas need to find a new rhyme to do I remember when I used to grind a few indo sacks at my wack Sr. High School but I told the Dean 'Bye fool.' I graduated he was a man I hated and I'm glad I made it Hie-ro I know you know fools know, that my crew's so phat, and niggas try to jack then I know they got my back A-Plus must bust the wack. Casual: I'm fed up with the wackness and this weak shit so peep the style and learn how to freak shit I hope, ya, learn how ta cope by the time you peep this shit here, I'll be three times doper yeah, this is for the trendy G's to ya bitches, High School enemies all the hoes shoot me to the left shit cause my financial state was on defecit but I, really didn't trip now I'm livin' phatter and then niggas don't matter a lot a rappers try frontin' on me bet they aint got nuttin' on me and aint no way that buck can harm me I turn the mouths of MCs into molecules niggas locked onto me like my follicles I swallow fools with no regurgitaion we hurt ya face, men when ya placed in my path. [BRIDGE] Del: I bust asses ya slow like molasses as this continues then you know the fastest computing, looting, I gets the root of things bitches with problems I leave ya jaw numb I slap hoes my rap flows along with the flow of the song as I flow on the bong I use Jedi mind tricks to find tricks bind tricks, tie them up then I try and phuck then they die and what do I care? I dare hoes and prepare flows cause I never spare those lives who strives with knives slice I parylize ya twice with fear Del is nice to your ears. Snupe: Not of hardest, artists going far jack off from Jupiter because I'm shooting for the stars I'm a mack never come wack gimme a 30 second snippit I'll rip it because the shit gets deeper creep ya ass as the floor rocks we got the beat hittin' hard like four cops shorts out my last record I write my rhymes nekkid let me give you a tip I'm on the balls so just expect it my rep gets phatter thinkin' about those kids they tried to step and got phucked like they momma did by the Mr. Mostskill I did ya hoe, still she's askin' for waxin' and taxin' cause she heard a hoe squeal hoes I'm, getting more plays than Showtime the demon got ya screamin' with no shine no time for regular run of the the mill I'm packin' with steel boy soldiers never no more the soul soldier. [BRIDGE]

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