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REDMAN lyrics - Muddy Waters

It's Like That (My Big Brother)

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Due to technical dificulties beyond our control Reggie Noble's stinkin ass will not be performing with us (K-Solo) Erick Sermon, keep keep it on Def Squad, Erick Sermon, Redman keep keep it on K to M Keith Murray keep keep it on Keep keep on, ya don't stop Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop K-Solo, Redman, ya don't stop Erick Sermon, Keith Murray ya don't stop [K-Solo] I X'd ya amateur, damage ya, have fools jumpin off cliffs grabbin their ass cheeks yellin GERONIMO It ain't a problem at all when K solve Three-hundred and sixty degrees rhymes or boulevards are charged, by my entourage, who put the Ram in Dodge, bas cla in bumba claat Maintain, few remain in the game So I remain focused and pop's the main aim [Redman] Well it's the Funk Doctor Spock, the pon cock lyricist My mentality's so def yo I ain't even hearin this shit Biscuits be cockin back when I be comin I guess they heard how I be takin MC's out by the hundreds Wanted, for two million and a body alone And use the microphone as my accomplice Scientist, field-trippin, thinkin What the fuck is this funky fungus that growed among us [K-Solo] Sprayed a few, shank a few, rap crews say they shamed too But can't hang two, like we do Fuck them, they better bow slow This rhyme'll cold hit em, real quick cause I'm K-Solo Battle any dude, this retifuge I'm in cruise See what the better vet, could do, to you undouche you three groups, four punkses at a time I box two and knock em out at the drop of a dime [Redman] The long faced murderer Servin over two billion motherfuckers a day like Mickey D's circular Workin a, shifty hour like a burgular My crew herbin ya, like we never even heard of ya Odds are evens, that I'ma be the one creepin My new niggaz check the flows of the major deacon The bazaar, the rap non-superstar When I step up I pump volume like rah [K-Solo] My afro blows in three-hundred sixty degrees So this makes me, the light skinned Richard Roundtree Vocabularies very, loquacious And gregarious, pump that too, go grab the dictionary Fly word that we flip on the M-I-K-E mike My crew be like, this style's hype Wrong's the opposite forget the bullshhhh To rhyme like the K-Solo, you need more than a soul kid [Redman] Come closer, while I lock it down like I'm supposed ta You battle me, you won You might of, but then you woke up My turbulence will make peanut butter chunk up Call me tha Brick City, Stock Cock Broker Y'all niggaz is fools, playin with hood moves You couldn't total my amount if you sung I Missed You Dissed you dismissed you yeah I fixed you Let your girl suck on the shit that I piss through Haha... haha Keep keep it on (5X) Yo what we doin son Knockin niggaz the fuck out!!

Show 'Em What They Won

ST. LUNATICS "Free City"
(Ali) Yeah, yeah, check, check See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T's I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod' With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin yo ma! (Nelly) Uh, uh, uh, uh What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it down It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds It's like a Freaknik and you got the only brothers in town I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear) Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear) Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?) (That's gotta be illegal, Bob!) I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit Witnessess, I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules Peep game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes I'm like the heir to the throne Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone Tell 'em go'on (Chorus) Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, Bob Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won (Kyjuan) Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the one who gets the job done Keep huns screamin Keyjuan-na-na On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob See I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya Boo-ya, you see what Lunatics'll do to ya Tip-??? pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er First cat out the Lou that you knew that Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands This man, he keeps it real sweet With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on Swisher Sweets I'm unique, like a blue??? bird without the beak I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets Pick door number three if your price is right I'll pull a DJ Quik tonite is the night (Murphy Lee) Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off Now, and not right now but right now! And I ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce The Young Dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin They call me Mr. get all mad and smack somethin I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin Money earnin rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin So I'm servin rappers, I be cookin when I'm comin (Chorus) 2x ¡¡

Show 'em What You Won

NELLY "Intro"
(Ali) Yeah, yeah, check, check See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T's I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod' With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin yo ma! (Nelly) Uh, uh, uh, uh What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it down It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds It's like a Freaknik and you got the only brothers in town I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear) Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear) Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?) (That's gotta be illegal, Bob!) I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit Witnessess, I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules Peep game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes I'm like the heir to the throne Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone Tell 'em go'on (Chorus) Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, Bob Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won (Kyjuan) Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the one who gets the job done Keep huns screamin Keyjuan-na-na On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob See I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya Boo-ya, you see what Lunatics'll do to ya Tip-??? pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er First cat out the Lou that you knew that Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands This man, he keeps it real sweet With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on Swisher Sweets I'm unique, like a blue??? bird without the beak I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets Pick door number three if your price is right I'll pull a DJ Quik tonite is the night (Murphy Lee) Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off Now, and not right now but right now! And I ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce The Young Dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin They call me Mr. get all mad and smack somethin I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin Money earnin rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin So I'm servin rappers, I be cookin when I'm comin (Chorus) 2x

Show Em What They Won

NELLY
(Ali) Yeah, yeah, check, check See I ain't about playin, Leezy 'bout cash in advance Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off T's I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so I had to buy a fly chain Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's MTV with Kurt Lod' With the Q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels Keep the God in me, the Hova Ja knew Allah in me Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit' me Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope I'm sellin It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin 'yo ma!' (Nelly) Uh, uh, uh, uh What's it like bein Nelly, ay, let me break it down It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds It's like a Freaknik and you got the only brothers in town I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year GQ style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear) Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err (ear) Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here?) (That's gotta be illegal, Bob!) I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit Witnessess, 'I ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit' 'Whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick' Oh, I'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules Peep game, I'm wearin Jordans, summer these my shoes I'm like the heir to the throne Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on the phone Tell 'em 'go'on' (Chorus) Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, Bob Show 'em what they won, Alize, Mo', Crissy or ale, Bob Show 'em what they won, Murphy Lee, Key or Nell, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, Bob Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, Bob Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, Bob Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who Show 'em what they won (Kyjuan) Ay yo, Bob, they want Keyjuan, the one who gets the job done Keep huns screamin 'Keyjuan-na-na' On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob See I'm a Ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya Boo-ya, you see what Lunatics'll do to ya Tip-??? pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er First cat out the Lou that you knew that Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands This man, he keeps it real sweet With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on Swisher Sweets I'm unique, like a blue??? bird without the beak I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets Pick door number three if your price is right I'll pull a DJ Quik 'tonite is the night' (Murphy Lee) Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid I think I'm five-eight, but yo, maybe I'm five-six With my boots off, I prefer my booties in boots off You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off Now, and not right now but right now! And I ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce The Young Dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south Don't even have drive, I can sit on the couch And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin They call me Mr. get all mad and smack somethin I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two If not I'm a holla like Ja Rule, get a dollar from my boo And go and by a juice or somethin A virgin rapper, I ain't gettin loose for nothin Money earnin rapper, I ain't got no boots for nothin So I'm servin rappers, I be cookin when I'm comin (Chorus) 2x

Breakdown (Keep Moving)

KARDINAL OFFISHALL "Eye & I"
[Kardinal Offishall] I just started, just finished Lyrics complete the circle of a rap singer Combine with feeling mean and plus a reason And to rock it for the season And niggas on the lookout Take away your strips of General status, baddest Always move them anyways Creep only when I attack my rap squad are fake Gods Faker than their tongue, strung out From the tongue out bring out fraudulence To the audience 'cause they are conveyors of pestilence Maintenance is heaven sent (sense) The pretense, I blow up to create a science based on reliance In fact, you will agree, that it is to be a real emcee Such as he who's I, clear the third eye to reveal I I remain the high emcee, the Kardinal, Mr. Ritchie Niggas in control over and above thee Took the lyricy, for I will be the nigga to lead The sea of lost souls to see the light Forever in the night time Write rhymes, lock lines, lyrical stop signs Making mental envision the precision and quick to descend The decision, is yours I go on the drink Coors And rock encores for packed floors, yo We keep moving [CHORUS: Denosh (Saukrates)] Keep on moving (keep moving, don't stop (don't stop it) Keep rocking (keep rocking y'all) Keep on moving (keep moving, don't stop (don't stop it) Keep rocking (keep rocking y'all) [Kardinal Offishall] On some new stuff The native son like Richard Pryor 'Cause we move ta, your expeditions must be tight I light a torch and look at a tunnel 'Cause brothers are after what they can see So when I make your moves, yo they be after me And my entourage, will flexes connects your mind With a cause, some will kill for a yard Hard is the state of my people nowadays Slinging rock can change a man's mind many ways When are you seen as a dollar for a killing Killing for a dollar is as easy as the rhyme scheme of Top Billin' Making a million itch, a billion itch Where niggas they be building itch, to chill and itch For the future, the new world order I'm showing you that I will be ordering itch Inside the new world, doing what I got to do to make Brown for my seeds I will bleed before a man tries to make a step outta me Function on higher levels like a Shoalin Priest on Hydro I can see time flies yo So when we making moves, you either with me Yo what skills you lack so weak niggas step back and keep moving [CHORUS] In the midst like Betty Crocker, once said by God's son Twice spoken by Kardinal, ooh, check how I flow So many niggas up inside the Circle without purpose, singing with the F To the train trying to fat up their purses Prophecy disperses like some oil inside of water Niggas prepare of the slaughter, overseen like a father ?????? like a white collar crime Up in the blue collar world That's why I wear a mandarin to avoid the sin Niggas of the F.O.S., we the monopoly The Trivial Pursuit of making loot, they never stopping me But one day I will make a G, times I buy another G Mr. Super road in life, manager troop Back with the Figures Of... I'm hailing up the fifty herbs, stale in the house And some people think it's shitty that I rock and it's a pity You know the busi-ness, while I'm riding in my auto breathing L and drinking Guinness Keep moving [CHORUS x2] [Saukrates] I got honeys in the room getting it on And they ain't leaving 'til six in the morning T-dot O-dot Feel it, uh Here we here we here we go

Claimin True

OUTKAST "Intro"
[Big Boi] Well it is I, the pimp playin nigga that you heard about Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses I got the hookers on the go and playa rhymes that I fuck with I buy amps that pops my trunk swift I've been a player since the age of two That's when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk Do how them hoe sellers do See born and raised as a pimp, that's what I claim to be Always claimin true to what I do and then fuck what I see I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up And make my money cuz my daddy never showed up But fuck it, I'm on my own, I'm in my zone And nothin wrong, you don't belong, you left me standing alone Yeah, I'm the nigga with the feather in my hat Finger waves and snake skins, shit, I got all that But you ain't know I'm the one dippin and dodgin bullets The price you pay when you behind it steady tryin to pull it So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore They were my idols when I was a kid From nappy head, greasy face, eatin watermelon To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon chorus: repeat 2X I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that's in back of me [Dre] All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin over me Growin up a little G, my mama thought I'd grow to be A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin harder Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten This ain't no secret garden, so you fly when niggaz flee If it is one of my own, I'm lettin the trigger be Cuz I got love for any nigga who got love for me And then I get a slap of dap when I'm slangin quarter keys Just tryin to make it, then of age, come through, take it I ain't forgot about y'all women who be workin niggaz butt naked At Magic City, shakin titties just to pay the rent Lord, tryin to hustle must be somethin that was heaven sent But I ain't got no sense, that's what I got them thinkin I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin Cuz I be takin the rough side of the mountain If you cross my path, I'll leave you drainin like a fountain Yes it's been like that since way back, in 1975 Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive So little botty bwoy better say your prayers You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya chorus: repeat 4X

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