| The lyric of Redbull, Wu Tang Clan's song [Redman] RZA came and got methis what I came to docome on Ring the bell so it s time to eat Brick Dog stash weed inta AMI-seats Bomb isdide the palm Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin my wife ass ironed on The front with my pump built like the Klumps To carry it I take the spare out the trunk I stay hungryI ain t worked for days That s why you see the pump when the curtains raise Blast! Don t panic Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed? Hell nah! I won t tell you son If I find a wack ID I sell you one Doc and Hot NickInspectah My lecture s like Hannibal Lector s Where s the ketchup? Don t speak on itshut ya trap I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks Ah wooDoc in my own zone You say you got the rapgames sewnbut it s sewn wrong I ride through ya hood in a Mr. Softee truck Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones Yeahya little fucks Gimme ya fucking money! *Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface* [Method Man] Uhuhcheck it I m hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on Playing with a dynamitestickwhere did I go wrong? Somebody pull the fire along when Jonny stomp If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn Pro s and con smegabomb s and so-on s By arid actions try MC s to get their roll on First issue got issues What is hip-hop to Hot Nickles? It s like Funk Doc to snot tissuesword Look at my hand and get the third Finger out ya earhole like: Fuck what you hear Now that s what I call harcorelet s act fool Mr. Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool I been shittyI m from the veils of the city And just because my outfit match don t make me pretty Baggy Dun Gureesdick need room to breathe In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese Ain t no rules to the gameif it is we aint playin In your business like EPMD"So What Cha Sayin " You co-designin that bullshit yo man tryin Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat!! Slugs flyin *Shout-outs from RaekwonGhostface and Inspectah Deck* [Inspectah Deck] Yoya Checkthe code echos from magazines to the big screen Fo wheel machines like ya wits scream Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban Roll upon me thirstin like: HeyheyMister Dream-Merchant We roll longer than dice in a casino Cee-lo in the 45 or 6 with double 0 Behind the tinted windows I lay low On some hydro tryin to slide from the 5-0 But now I get wild similar to Ol Dirty On third time fellon just hit with over 30 No worriesstyle have em so thirsty First degree heats are quittin on me Cold turkeyno mercy I bring the pain of a hundred migraines But a thousand shoutin my name that s why I came But first bring the cashburstthen the outburst My surround sound pound ya ear like Jevon Kearse I flex muscle outside I find a next hustle Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle Even the best buckle win I take it to the exteme It gets uglybut it s what a nigga do to get cream This life *Shout-outs from Raekwon and Ghostface*
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