Redman Album

Yeah
(I can feel your fire)
When you niggas feel cold and your flows ain't got it no more nigga?!
(I can feel your fire)
Yeah nigga. You know what it is nigga, Gilla House nigga
Yo check me out yo yo yo

Red gone wild, more stunts than a fog I
A buncha wild drunk niggas yellin' raw ha!!
While you tryna get your weight up, but we on fire
Gilla House don't die, leave da spot bone dry
I want it all, R and E-D-M-A
N, cock the semi
A little henny in me
It's like ya black hawk down
I blast like a skinny
Roll up ta the jam and party like little Penny
My watch ain't for showin' time, it's for show and tell
And I got it for sellin' dimes on AOL
I'm off the hook, lookin' young, you gray as hell
You off the hook cause punk you ain't pay your bills
Redman, a truth nigga, put my name on it
Gilla House, die harder than John McClane on it
I'm smokin' sour diesel, gettin' head on my couch
From a chick that resemble Rosie Perez in the mouth
Simon Says swallow it ma, (Knock) don't spit it out
Y'all got fat, I got a plan for y'all slimmin' down
I ain't playin' no games nigga, I'ma take it there
Break it there, Visine your block, till I make it clear, nigga?!

(I can feel your fire)
When you niggas gettin' cold and your flows ain't got it no more you like...
(I can feel your fire)
Brick city on my back, Doc Grizzley on the track, have ya hood sayin'
(I can feel your fire)
East coast, west coast, down south, world wide, everybody like...
(I can feel your fire)
Welcome me back like Carter, welcome back the father
keep it gutta, your problems, Bitch!!!

Yo Redman is the COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLEST shit I done fuckin heard!
(Yeah, hahaha... this is Dr. Trevis, comin to y'all motherfuckers live)

[Redman]
Yo, I'm spittin my rhymes, we gonna get you
To bump the music to break your neck to
(Yo yo yo yo, ay ay ay) Yeah
(Y'all muh'fuckers ain't ready)

Yo, when I spit my rhymes, we gonna get you
To bump the music to break your neck to
You want the hard shit, nigga let me connect you
It's 1-800-YO-GILLA; feel me flow
I open doors for the newcomers
I show you how to rock the mic, pull yo' pants up and do somethin
I lay my hats where my boots stompin
Whether Jersey or Australia with kangaroo jumpin
Yeah, I feel that hip-hop's gone
My pen catch attitudes, it cry in a song
I laugh cause I'm a vet, and still get the guap as strong
as any nigga, I ain't alarmed
Yes y'all, it's the Doc, I'm back on my business
With jizz for, real niggaz and my bitches
I got my hands on my steerin wheel and stick shift
Drivin by nigga, pissin on yo' picnic

[Chorus 2X: Redman]
One time for your motherfuckin mind {"Comin straight from the.."}
One time for your motherfuckin mind {"Comin straight from the.."}
One time for your motherfuckin mind
Gilla House, is back in the buildin

[Redman]
Yo, yo I'm back on my grizzly, set the bear trap
We don't work for Nike but sure can (Air) a mac
My pen game tight in the hood like hair wraps
You a (40 Year Old Virgin), gettin hair waxed
Now, Reggie Noble '07 internation-al
My girl got guns in her speghetti-strap gown
If you love hip-hop, where my people at now?
Relax now, got it mapped down, Gilla House
I jump in the crowd (ohhhhhhhhhh!)
Whenever I do it I do it loud, grown man style
Since I was a child butt-naked
I knew I would grow to be the one {?} on record

[Chorus w/ ad libs]

Ride nigga!

[Timbaland:]
Yeah
Oh Oh

[Redman:]
Yeah

[Timbaland:]
Yeah, get nigga

[Verse 1:]
Redman got fire nigga
Shots are in your hood when I'm high nigga
Shots of Cuervo are fuckin up my liver
Shots from the cameras on my niggas
Girlfriend drunk, so I'll jump around wit her
I step inside, you're quiet like a mime nigga
My watch do more things than James Bond nigga
I'm gonna do it now, I ain't gonna try nigga
(Put it down, put it down, put it down girl)
You better grind, cause you ain't spending mine girl
When Timbaland plan and I'll do the ground work
Whether you in Tims, Air Force, or Converse
Let me see the high niggas on the left side
And whole muthafuckas smokin on the right side
You sayin "fuck Gillahouse" nigga likewise
This is how I walk up on your ho – hey
Put it down

[Hook:]
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(We gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we get it down)
(Get nigga)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(We gots to get down, niggas you gots to get down)
Put it down, put it down, put it down
(Bitches you gots to get down, show you how we get it down)

[Verse 2:]
Who am I nigga
That dude who arrive nigga
With a blueprint to all your supply nigga
Fifteen percent tint on the 'fire nigga
Sometimes I don't know what's inside nigga
Let me show you how bricks get it live nigga
The Time Warner's of the block, showtime nigga
I hit a chick, kick her out, I ain't battlin her
A golddigger I can see the green mile in her
(Put it down, put it down put it down fool)
The flashy ones get robbed in the bathroom
"Yo get up, yo it's jewelry – it's costume" (Hahaha)
Rollin like drunk cowboys at high noon
Let me see the high niggas on the east side
And whole niggas get high on the west side
A punk nigga outta line, he get checked like
I roll up on his ho and say – hey
Put it down

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Look in my eyes nigga
You see a great ball of fire nigga
My trail is blazin, that's right, I'm high nigga
A hard hip hop hitman for hire nigga
My rims are so big, I fucked my alignment up
Grown as hell, I don't throw signs nigga
I continue to Flipmode's like Rhy nigga
Barbershop talk, come get you a line nigga
It's permanent press steam on the iron nigga
(Put it down, put it down, put it down girl)
Wherever you pop shit you get found there
Bitch you hot, little tacky with the horse hair
Gillahouse, it's your year and it's on baby
Where them high muthafuckas on the left side
I know there's drunk muthafuckas on the right side
You sayin "fuck Redman" nigga likewise
This is how I talkin to your ho – hey
Put it down

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Gillahouse
Gotti Click
Yo Brick City, you know what it is
Holla atcha fuckin boy

Bring em back

Gilla House, take it from the top like this ***

Yo, Redman 'Back In Business' like EPM
D whips I drive, I gotta TV 'em
I tour New York down, so B.B. King 'em
Found my way back home like E.T. finger

I rock the arena, you know the drill
Get high, get drunk, grab a *** and chill
Eat a meal, then back to the hood for more action
Promotin' Red Gone Wild with no backin'

Doc get five on the mic like Joe Jackson
Foreign *** feelin'me for my accent
Talk like a boss, I can't complain
When I do it, it's big like Fulton in St. James

I got Brick City, even D.C. ***
They all steal for me outta P.C. Riches
I move like a pimp, but I'm far from one
Like Lil' Weez, I got army guns, gimmie 1, ***

1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)

And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)

And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4

Yo, if you don't like me, *** you, I flex one muscle
Doc got more effects than Kung Fu Hustle
I'm uptown, buyin' the perk
Lookin' cut clean, jeans, Moschino designer shirt

Redman fell off, what the talks about?
I wasn't lettin' y'all swim when the shark was out
Rollin red carpet out, it's Jersey
Me and 'em together is like Lil' Seymour and Big Percy

I knew women from high school that picked on me
Now I see 'em, they all wanna lick on me
I hood down homie, rock like Bon Jovi
I can work the nightshift like he, Brian Mobley

Brick City boy, my flow is on fire
Disagree, I go in your mouth like Botox
Pick up Pete Rock, ***, we all cool
Hit the highway and ask, is the CL smooth? ***

1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)

And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)

And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and

Yo, your style might be Parkay, but mine butter
That *** can't break no bread, then why *** her?
I'm kinda cocky homeboy, did I stutter?
I pop the umbilical cord on my mother

I jumped out the womb, I became a whale
That's hard to harpoon, I need more room
The hood love me, so I keep it real gully
I got handsome, but my flow is still ugly

Turn the treble out the track and I'll jet
The lines in my rhyme is longer than Ikea
I stay on my grind, but when I come up with an Idea
The year, is party over here

It's 5 years I disappeared, but I'm back
And tell Nino Brown and 'em that I'm crack
Grab my bozack, middle finger is up
I got your grandma givin' it up, gimmie 1, ***

1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)

And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)

And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4
And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1
(Gimmie 1, ***)
And here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4

(Instrumental)

[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
If you on da corner you a goner home and man up
This is sumtn' for all my peeps on da East Side
A lil sumtn' for my G's on the West Side
Now if ya want it we on it dog, ya know how it is
We're with the illest and realest killers, we handle our biz
Let's get it, rahh

[Runt Dawg]
Y'all hear that big trunk bumpin', yeah that's Runt Dawg
System knock harder than the cops at your front door
Muhfuckas always talkin' tough like they want war
Matta fact next nigga stunt gon' get dumped on
Yeah, Dawg home
I break your jaw bone
And the '8 make you lose more weight than Star Jones
Rappers don't come to Jers'
Gun under my undershirt
I'm hollerin' "Gilla House!" drunk off the Thunderbird
My bitch be like, "Damn nigga wash yo' feet"
She say the hair on my chest look like taco meat
Shit, two hammers
Make your whole crew vanish
I'm a animal in front of Channel 2 news cameras
Bitch I'm like John Wayne
Shot like LeBron James
The chrome fo'-fo' pretty like Ricky Fontaine
My gorillas kill a man
We thicker than
That wic check peanut butter that come in that big silver can

[Hook]

[Ready Roc]
Fuck it let's make it hot
I'm reppin' for all my blocks
Duckin', dippin' the cops
Ready runnin' the dock
Icarus in his sock
We comin' straight from the bottom going straight to the top
These haters want us to stop
Groupies is on our cock
Cuz they know it's going down like I'm Young Joc
But I'm not
Ready Roc
Keep the pistol grip
This some official shit
Brick city keep it wrapped like a Christmas gift

[Redman]
Yo, eh yo cock it back click-click-click Hey!
It's Dr Bombay
Sick flow, get your Medicaid
And I'm like Hey!
My hometown is NJ
Eyes redder than Reynaldo Rey
I just blaze
And I'm a soldier, better follow the leader
And for guap I even smack kids like Madea
I'm for re-a'
Your boy is tight
You got weed? Nigga show ya right
Gimme a light

[Hook]

[Icadon]
Icadon nigga I got the semi with the lens
I'm in Bushwick, Brooklyn lookin' pretty in the Benz
Ghostwriter, got the spirit of Biggie in my pen
Funk Doc said it's time to go, Gilla begins
Icadon, you probably saw me leanin' in the B-M'er
Fly nigga, baby my socks be up in the cleaners
In the club with twin bitches steamin' on my reefer
They both go at my balls like Venus and Serena
What's good?

[Saukrates]
Nigga I double
My trouble
Through a war, price bubble
Half dog and half gorilla, get a tight muzzle
I shut you down like Smith infrared light gun do
My Mrs Smith'll have you turn over that ice bundle
Cadillac Devilles look right with that (Gilla House)
Comin' through yo' speakers like my ice cream (in ya mouth)
I shoot a bazooka not pipe dreams (Clear 'em out)
My name is Saukrates get yo' hands up Gilla House!

[Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up, hands up...

W K Y A Gilla house radio
Yeah n***, I'm back
And the weather outside is hot than a m***
But we cold chillin' in the Brick City

So kick back, light some b***
Put your hands on a big fat greasy a***
And turn the music up
As we take yo' a*** on a ride as Redman goes wild on W K Y A

Gilla house, yo, yo
Come see the sideshow, n*** how it go?
With my eyes closed I can hit nine folks
You want the beef n***? Hit the prime roast

My mic's the gun, the bullet's the 9 volt
F*** the convo, here go the pyro
G.I. Joe mixed with Desperado
I ride low with a bomb in the armrest

Prepare to snipe a f*** like John F.
Connect ya like Nynex, n*** holla
I'm on the corner like Hollywood with a Starbuck
Bring it to ya like the Japs in Pearl Harbor

Red is to blunt like redneck is to Marlboro
This is our world, join the effect
Clean your ears for Doc Donald Goines with a pen
What more can I say, Doc billin'

Gilla general, Def Squad lieutenant
Ill at will, thought you knew
I'm in the hood, you most wanted up in Malibu
I don't co-sign s*** that ain't hundred percent

Tryna blow money wise like Bubba Gump Shrimp, gilla
I feel I'm young
Out for the crumbs
Shotgun warrior with a Wu-Tang tongue, gilla

How ya like that, tell me how ya like that?
How ya like that, tell me how ya like that?
Don't f*** around or walk around with an icepack
I test your gangsta, didn't wanna fight back

This for n***, Jews and white trash
I deliver them punch lines with a nice jab
Smokin' weed on a Go-Cart at Bo Craft
BC-4, straight out of low cash
Low cash, low cash, W K Y A, Low cash, yeah

The new Brick City, low down, gritty
Fo' pound semi, minds I leave 'em empty
Keep the fo' pound round the 9 milli with me
So when the Feds run up, they likely not to hit me

Like J-Kwon everybody, in the club tipsy
You be on the mixtapes soundin' like 50
But this is Brick City, gilla house we comin' through
Smokin' blunts, sippin' Henny too

Girls is bouncin' n*** bouncin' too
On the blocks, new whips we drivin' through
We getting money, CD's is pay per view
At the go, go girls come up into, so listen up as we tell y'all what to do

Come holla at my m*** crew, yeah

Redman in the house you don't stop
Gilla house in the house you don't stop
Def squad in the house you don't stop
Wu Tang in the house you don't stop
Hip hop in the house you don't stop
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Freestyle y'all
Redman got it like that green
People always say what the hell does that mean

[Verse 1:]
Whats up homeboy I'm a motherfucking rider
Custom made airs, and my shoes never tied up
Hardcore shit do it easier than wider
Why you sitting home getting baby mama drama
Jersey uptown go pick my weed up
Broke, I ain't turning yo seat to a d-cup
Bitch I'm a g I never did my keys up
Not even half if you didn't sign the three numb
Watch how we thump about my bidness
You about to go downtown like the shiznit
Witness, yeah boy, I get you dumb like white people looking for weird noise
Hood down, got b smallz on my white tee
And my chain look like an Italian icing
Redman nigga, grind like brakes
Cus I'm after that cake like stat man nigga

[Chorus:]
Freestyle freestyle freestyle
Freestyle freestyle freestyle
And everywhere I go
I kick a freestyle
And every time I move
These women freestyle
Freestyle freestyle freestyle
Freestyle freestyle freestyle
Redman got it like that green
People always say what the hell does that mean

[Verse 2:]
Yo I got bricks in da building
And young kids out here flipping like Wilson
Pilgrim, there it is, the block is teaner marie
I'm on my square biz
Turn up the kid like volume 10
And you can brown those meat to the album, and
You was hot when your style was in
Now you're looking at killa
I wish I was down with them
No time to turn back
I keep my eyes focused
Slow like I'm on the i95 smoking
Like ocean, 12 when im posting,
Smell my zip lock when my red line open
Fat girls like yo that's my hero
Enough of them to pull a 5 5 0
Hand cocked Negro after the cream
I make your hood like watch time magazine
I mean, for bullshit my nose keen
And It only take one hit to get in those jeans
It's not yo ass, girl its yo green
And when I hit it, I keep the chicken lil man
Back on the train like, who the hell are you,
I'm doc I bring heat, like number 32
Brick city niggas, yeah damn rider
Lalala, don't steal ma damn lighter
See I'm on point, never catch me slipping
Storch on the track watch how reggie rip it
Sniff it, you don't know it's on again
Walk in this mo'fucker like I own the bitch
Im not in cancoon ma mouth ain't grandtoon
On one wheel throwing it up like man MOVE
Back on ma grizzly, yeah take that
You want yo crack I'll prepared it asap

[Chorus:]
Freestyle freestyle freestyle
Freestyle freestyle freestyle
And everywhere I go
I kick a freestyle
And everytime I move
These women freestyle
Freestyle freestyle freestyle
Freestyle freestyle freestyle
Redman got it like that green
People always say what the hell does that mean

[Verse 3:]
What's up home girl we the mo'fuckin riders
Met her outside of the Copacabana
Far from a sucka, pull out the llama
And tell on myself like, yo well your honor
See I blast on site when I move
The battery pack on my back stays full
I aint no joke I keep y'all stepping
Doc got next, nigga drop ya weapon
Screen on my mike, got hash tar resins
Engineer fucked up laughing on reckless
Im like shut up gilla house got this
Arms grew long before my short pockets
Stop it, I wish I can im tryna be
Building green like MGM Grand get it
Redman who the fuck are you
Got weed? Let me busta you nigga

[Chorus:]
Freestyle freestyle freestyle
Freestyle freestyle freestyle
And everywhere I go
I kick a freestyle
And everytime I move
These women freestyle
Freestyle freestyle freestyle
Freestyle freestyle freestyle
Redman got it like that green
People always say what the hell does that mean

[Intro]
{"One-two one-two"}
... W, K, Y, A
Haha, Def Squad niggaz
{"One-two one-two"}
Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla, Gilla House
Ooh {"So let's do a little somethin like this"}

[Redman]
Yeah, yo, check it out
I'ma walk in gutta, get that butter
Only dude with a weed sign on the chucker
Hood down, car kinda loud from the muffler
Like DAMN when I profile at the Rucker
Bitches (Got Game), I'm (Above the Rim)
Call my gun Magnolia Soulja Slim
Do "The Freak" on the floor, two steps to the side
Talk greasy like Popeye's breast and a thigh
I got sour diesel roll
One hit of this bitch, your whole staff is (out of control) {"Ohh!"}
I'm programmed for winnin, Sean John to denim
Fly guy got shoes with fish in water swimmin
You pointed me out, bad guy with the mouth
I'm Oscar, no wonder muh'fucker I'm a (Grouch)
I work around dirt, eyes focused on turf
You tried to hide before your NexTel chirp!
Blaow gotcha, you the best nigga call the doctor
Like Chinese tryin to salsa
It's never gonna be in (Groove), call Stella back
Holiday Inn 'em, then back in the shuttle van
Bitch give me head on the first date, what a fan
Three best MC's I think on the other hand
Stand like an officer, not a gentleman
Niggaz get rich off of stolen car settlements!

[Chorus: Biz Markie (Erick Sermon)]
I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat y'all
Party havin people guaranteed to be like havin a ball
Hah hey-hey-hey, we gon' do a lil' somethin like this I say
(Y'knowmsayin so I said)
I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat y'all
Party havin people guaranteed to be like havin a ball
Hah hey-hey-hey {"So let's do a little somethin like this"}
(Huh, huh, y'knowmsayin so I said)

[Erick Sermon]
(Yeah) I also walk in gutta, holdin my dick
A New York nigga man back in the mix
I walk up in the spot man cameras click
Cheese, all out my pocket; can't stop it (uhh)
All you can do now boy is just respect it
I ain't par tomorrow but the E is connected
Look what happens when you spin the records
Hip-Hop at its best, nothin to mess with (yeah)
I'm right here, there's no need to download
I attract hoes, I ain't gotta hound those
I call the shots, no need to brown-nose
Cut the check at 40 grand for shows
I'm (Fresh) like Doug E., I show ya
The beat got it (Clap) like them boys from 'Nolia, I told ya
Yeah, I do it real big by a coat check
With no bling-bling around my neck, yup
Redman and Sermon, with two icons
Nigga, I got a gut, fuck pythons
I'm an extremist (huh) who shake tracks the meanest
I'm what a hip-hop fiend is

[Chorus]

[Keith Murray]
Yeah, I also walk in gutta, reppin my clique
A Def Squad nigga yeah, all in your mix
Niggaz talk shit you get your ass kicked
I ain't a Blood, but I'll throw you out the whip (word up)
What you know about Pinot Gregio and roasted duck (huh?)
With a mean street team outside posted up
Toasted up, ready to roast a duck (uh-huh)
When I say street team, I don't mean niggaz that put posters up (word)
Let's be blatant, you achin and ancient
We capered in your hood with dirty machetes and bloody aprons
I'll acquire a tec, quiet your rep
Stay quiet as deaf, or Kanye's choir rep (uh-huh)
As I make another left, quiet I crept, quiet you slept
I'm back with the tec, like I never left (surprise niggaz!)
See frivolous beef'll get you curiously shot (uh-huh)
You fuckin with Keith, I think seriously not (hell no)
I ATTACK like a blue-nose pit off gunpowder (yeah)
And love to soup the beef up just like clam chowder
With my Squad in the house, we misbehave
Get drunk and tongue-kiss bitches like Flavor Flav

[Chorus]

{"One-two one-two... please man don't get with that bullshit"}
{"So let's do a little somethin like this..."}

Yeah, Brick City
Yeah, Gilla, yo, gilla

Yo, Brick City, when it comes to grabbin' steel
You could post me down low like Shaq O'Neil
You'll be spittin' what I spit when the day is over
Tryin' to be me in the mirror, sayin' it over

Yeah, he's all right, but you not real
I'm a dog, s*** I eat the food I steal
Floors ain't dirty enough
My game is like carryin' shotguns and 21 rough

Doctor, I'm like the war on drugs
I don't stop, I'm all night vampire blood
Underground chud, since a kid
I finger painted in the mud, with dirty work gloves

I'm in yo' college campus corridor
You should call me Uno, the way I draw four
Brick City law, strip to your drawers
Boy now I can pick up two pair from the mall

It's time for Doc to check yo' a*** n***
It ain't hard, it's an easy pass n***
For the paper, I'm offendin' neighbors
Runnin' my label out an old Winnebago n***

Ooh, shoulda knew that we gon' bring that funk to you
(Yeah, the Brick City dawgs, yeah, holla at your frogs)
Gilla House, is comin' through and Wutchoogonnado
(Uptown Jersey, Brooklyn)

Shh, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla
Yo, uh, oh, Redman back in your town
You'll get drug n*** like wedding gowns
After 12, whattup to Dogg Pound

I roll out, like my earrings got ball bearings
Give me a Grammy to show my mammy
How I smash these Raggedy Ann and Andy's
I prove that I never left the street

I just knew I had to come back, with extra heat for y'all
B-More are ya ready? Colorado are ya ready?
I'm at your neck like a Doberman mouth
With like 40 m*** out the covenant house, ya heard?

Gilla house in the circuit
And how we do it on purpose, only way to surface
Def Squad is the foundation
Three dawgs attached to 98 Dalmatians

Yeah, where them gilla niggaz out at night
You better run 'til you see the light, light
Yo, I know I had you waitin'
But death was chasin' me and my eight friends for Final Destination

Ooh, shoulda knew that we gon' bring that funk to you
(Yeah, yeah, yo E-Dub, this is hot nigga)
Gilla house, is comin' through and Wutchoogonnado
(Yeah, Brick City, Milwaukee, California where ya at?)

Okay now, take off your shirt and relax
Let all your tensions out, just relax, just relax, just relax
(Gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla, gilla)

Yo, I keep my ears to the street 'cause that's my job
But even the streets can steer you wrong
I'm walkin' with one man above me
Nuttin' on my waist, but if it's on you hearin' the palm

You forgot I'm ten years deep and out them ten years
I got two weeks of sleep and caffeine free
Amazin' right? I got a street team
That'll get paid to snipe

Yeah, by any means, I'm behind the curtain
My Betty Shabazz, hope I make it home, I invade alone
Catch you in the truck, babblin' on the phone
I miss you, I stick up your chaperone's

It's a dirty dog world, say it louder
Every Friday I'm bein' chased by Craig's father
That's why I'm on the low like pro
And my file is too hi tech to call next

I got a heart the size of John Q's son
And on the mic, I'm him times two of 'em
Y'all n*** get your s*** together
'Cause gilla house n***, prepare for whatever

You, you shoulda knew that we gon' bring
Got to bring that funk to you, to you
That gilla house is comin' through
And what you b*** a*** n*** gonna do, do, do, do, do, ohh, ohh

You and you and you, you shoulda knew
That we got to bring that funk to you, you, you
Gilla house is comin' through
And what your crew gonna do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do

[WKYA DJ (Girl)]
This is WKYA Radio, you motherfuckers!
We got our next caller on the air!
Bitch, you on the line!
(Yo, this is Big Tracy)
(I don't give a fuck, nigga!)
(Give me some of that shit straight out of The BRICK CITY!)
THE BRICK CITY!

[Ready Roc (Redman)]
For my nigga Guts
We was thinkin' about you on this one, Guts
Hold your head up, baby
We got you on this one!
This is for everybody from the block
Everybody from the crews
You know who you are
No newcomers
(Let 'em know, son!)
(Let 'em know, son!)
This is how we do it, baby!
(Let 'em know!)
Open up on 'em!
Go ahead!

[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo, When I D-I-P, I V-I-P
I'm Doctor, I rush niggas to emergency
Open heart, filled with darts
(99 Agents), know they (Get Smart)
When I throw it in park
Pop the trunk, sellin' CD's $15's for chumps
'Cause I'm like Noah's Ark from the slums
Holla' at cha frog, I'm getting them (Bud)
Like them frogs on the log
I'm balls to the wall
When I do anything, nothing's hard
I make it easy and talk greasy to broads
GILLA! Say my name 5 times in the mirror!
I'm jumpin' out - whoa!
You can hear the
Sounds of the motherfuckin' men
Tryin' to get your chain
Tryin' to get cha chay-e-ain!
Flush this down the drain
I'm the new raw on the streets
You can get 10 years per each song
Catch a contact, what I write from the arm
Now little white kids bring pipes to the prom
I was supposed to quit, be an influence
But, the weed is like (Nike) -- I JUST DO IT!
I'm ET zooted, way out there
You got weed?
Then, roll with the Sonny and Cher
Suffering succotash, I leave you suckers sufferin'
Huffin' and puffin', at last!

[Chorus: Ready Roc]
This is Brick City! [gun shots]
Hear the gunshots, where they hate cops [sirens]
On every block, there's a weed spot
This is Brick City! [gun jams]
Hear the gun jam, if you don't run fam-i-ly with a suntan
This is Brick City! [rapid-fire gunshots]
Hear the gun spit, niggas jump ship
Where we spit, 'cause we run shit
Play pussy wit' us
And get fucked quick
Who got the duchess?

[Verse 2: Redman]
Yo, I keep the ghetto in me
I love the sweet taste of revenge
I'm focused, my soul's been cleansed
Now I know who the enemy, and who to friend
But still, with my eyes closed, they both blend
I'm not a follower, I start the trend
Y'all can follow that dummy
I'mma follow this money
Now I'm at the age, where I need to get paid
If a nickel bag gets sold in the park - heyyyyyyy!
Did I stu-stutter?
I got the guns and butter
My craftwork be movin' the numbers
I keep a (Roscoe) like Kurupt, brother
Hang out my window - BLAOW!
What up, fucker?
Violence sells, but I ain't a violent male
But if you violate, I'll play the violin well
From Bricks to Park Hill
Don't be like Zoolander, waitin' for that Blue Steel
To be shown on your grill

[Chorus: Ready Roc]
This is Brick City! [gun shots]
Hear the gunshots, where they hate cops [sirens]
On every block, there's a weed spot
This is Brick City! [gun jams]
Hear the gun jam, if you don't run fam-i-ly with a suntan
This is Brick City! [rapid-fire gunshots]
Hear the gun spit, niggas jump ship
Where we spit, 'cause we run shit
Play pussy wit' us
And get fucked quick
Who got the duchess?

[Redman]
Yo, right here! Yeah!
The Gilla House niggas in the motherfuckin buildin, mayne!
Goddamn, nigga!
Big Nuts, uptown
512
What it is, mayne?

[WKYA DJ]
WKYA
Gilla House Radio

[Redman (Al Green sample)]
Yeah, Gilla!
(Right now, right now, right now, right now)
Yeah, Gilla!
(Right now, right now, right now, right now)
Ladies and gentlemena_'Al Green!

[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo! Yo dogg!
I'mma get this - shhhhhhh! - up, poppin' like "Yeah!"
Chicken drawers be droppin' like "Yeah!"
I keep a dirty apartment like "Yeah!"
Fall when I hit the target like "Yeah!"
Y'know how it be, yo!
Rep that hood, Clint Easthood
Neighborhoods never sleep good, I make it understood
My shoes too big
Violate, you'll be gettin' your news through B.I.G.
A big rig for a big kid - that's me!
I should've got a scholarship for Athlete's Feet
Duck Down - breathe, pure uncut
I can bag it in dimes, (Freakniks) like (Beat Street)
A-T-L, beat-beat, what the deal?
You (Okay) like Ciara, let's freaka_'for now!
Gotta' build my clientele like Nino
Hip hop's (Departer), I (Deboe) the East Coast
Three's a crowd, keep two in the peep coat
When I in, I do it again like TiVo
Doctor, bill it!
Blocks gonna feel it!
Def Jam, feel it!
Street team, deal it!
I'm back in the game again - ughhhh! - y'all
My money kinda' short, so I'm comin' for y'all
G-I-Double L-A, be out in L.A.
(Child) was (Destine) like 'Chelle be and Kelly

[Chorus 2x's: Redman (Al Green sample)]
Hold up! Wait a minute! Tell me again!
Yo, when you gonna drop it?
(Right now, right now, right now, right now)
Not now, but right now! GILLA!
Not now, but right now! GILLA!

[Verse 2: Redman]
You know what it is!
Yo dogg! I be in the UK, gettin' boo-tay
You at home, gettin' loose change for a bouquet
Too late, got cha girl by my two braids
And a sidekick 'cause the chick go two ways!
Heyyyy! Doctor (Inda Buildin')
Never get gassed when the camera filmin'
"Blaow! Blaow!" - Don't know the half
As soon as somethin' "Brrrrrrrat!" - Haul ASS!
Me, I'm never scared, I die on my two feet
And you confused like a Jew wearin' kufis
I'll rip your MC, no matter whose street
Call ?? and how Doc abuse loose-leaf
Yeah, I bought a jeep sellin' loosies
GILLA! The illest since Thrilla Of Manilla
Chickens on yo' block, know I'm that GILLA!
Yo - ugh! - got Botox and mine's on liquor!

[Chorus 2x's: Redman (Al Green sample)]
Hold up! Wait a minute! Tell me again!
When you gonna drop it?
(Right now, right now, right now, right now)
Not now, but right now! GILLA!
Not now, but right now! GILLA!

[Verse 3: Redman]
Yo, if your block on fire
I come through and put it out with my saliva
Through each paragraph in ultraviolet
Got neighborhoods - "Hi dogg, I'm the palette"
Blunt or a chalice, Red is the Wildest
I'm on some newa_'shhhh!
You on my olda_'shhh!
You just confused it
Doc is the Boss here, nobody move now!
[Method:] Desert Storm, leavin' no clue around!
Smell manure now, Redman stinkin'
AA meetings, my ink-pen drinkin'
Dead men don't blink, I (Stay Alive)
Since a Bee Gee, I kept (Fire In My Eye)
Erick Sermon back, homey never left
Now the beats he bang, make you rubberneck
I'll bounce you like a voice-check
I'm a (Bulldog) like I'm a Ge-Ge-Georgetown HOYA!

[Chorus 4x's: Redman (Al Green sample)]
Hold up! Wait a minute! Tell me again!
When you gonna drop it?
(Right now, right now, right now, right now)
Not now, but right now! GILLA!
Not now, but right now! GILLA!

[DJ Say What]
Yeah!
WKYA Radio
Where We Kickin' Your bloodclot Ass!
Now bouncin' off the Reggae Hour, we have some
Brand new music, brand new release
Dedicated to all ?cherrybin? people, all over the world!
BANG THIS!

"This should be played at high volume
Preferably in a residential area"
Gilla House niggas!
[Reggea adlib]

[Hook]
"Want you to know, ya"
'Round here we blow treez
'Round here we blow treez
'Round here we blow treez
"Can you understand?"
'Round here we blow treez
'Round here we blow treez
'Round here we blow treez

[Redman]
Hey yo move out, roll in
Haters out, hoes in
Walk in the club, low brim
Hanging out like clothes pins
I hustle flow/ do my show/ attract women
Keep that heat and the John Lennon
Boy you won't catch me arguin'
Brick City, that's right! Hood down, hands up!
Red "Lord of the Ring" (clean?), lookin' for that Precious
I'm talking weed and women, when the trouble come I'm 'bout it
Shit I'd rather get caught with my gun then get caught without it
It's Gilla House nigga, you know we here to smoke
DJ keep it Kool, Reggie let me UH-HAH clear my throat
When I'm in yo' town man', you better act a fool
Turn your college dorm to Rodney Dangerfield- Back to School!

[Hook]

[Ready Roc]
'Round here we blow treez (blow treez)
'Til our nose bleed
Started with a quarter then slowly smoked up a O-Z
Ready keep it raw like a nigga ordered a whole ki'
"Nigga let me hit ya blunt" Nah, you don't know me
Gilla! Gilla House and Gotti click
Bang like karate flicks
Duck when the shotty spit
Or land in a pile of shit
Known to make you cowards bleed
Smokin' on that Sour Dies'
That cali weed's
So funky we call it cottage cheese
I'm in the powered V-12
Look at all these females
Jockin' me cuz of all the records that we sell
Got them pounds for retail
Hit me on my email
And drop bombs dot com, yo who need L's?

[Hook]

Yo, yo my bud'll do ya
Method Man constant drug abuser
Occasional boozer
And I'm slick as Rick the Ruler
I piss in the sewer
Underground man, I spits manure
Plus make maneuvers
With Doc/ That sixteen shot/ Ruger
Is back on your block/ blastin' a shot/ like screw ya
Fuck everybody that knew ya
My dogs are Oogka-Dupa
They Bark and they bite
I Darken your life
Muthafuckas slippin' like wearing Gators Walking on ice
This is New Edition, I'm Hot Tonite
I spit it right/ ya Gots to like
Tell Sean Paul I Gots a light
One in the head, Stop ya life
Huh, my niggas stay on the block/
Slingin' them rocks/ until the Cops (indict?)
Ya heard

[Hook]
[Reggae adlib]

"How many motherfuckers that smoke?"
[Inhales]
Who got some chronic in this motherfucker?
Gilla House!
[Barking]
"That sounds good"
One-Deuce

Yo yo well it's the Soopaman Luva nah bitch Reggie Noble
Middle finger up in photos
Your flow? Eh, so so
Call me that nigga that got the bounce
And I'll pull up to the party witta half a ounce
I got them niggas in the back and they yellin' "HO!"
Punk niggas start runnin' like panty hose
Got the Sour Dies' waving up high in the sky
They're saying, "Redman roll up and let's get high"

[Hook]
Well it's the Soopaman Luva nah bitch call me Pimp Nutz
(Who?) P-P-Pimp Nutz (Who?) P-P-Pimp Nutz
Rollin' through your muthafuckin hood in the big truck
(What?) b-b-big truck (What?) b-b-big truck
Well it's the Soopaman Luva nah bitch call me Pimp Nutz
(Who?) P-P-Pimp Nutz (Who?) P-P-Pimp Nutz
Rollin' through your muthafuckin hood in the big truck
(What?) b-b-big truck, b- b-b-big truck

Well you can tell how I spit, I don't really give a fuck
I be rollin' through your neighborhood middle finger up
Like "Yo wussup nigga, what happened to my weed?
Last time I seen yo' ass you gave me some chicken feed!
I had to roll on you and show you how it go"
You know how Bricks flow
We pullin' da fo'-fo'
Hang out the sunroof and I'm yellin' out "YO!
What happened to my weed and what happened to my dough?"
My motion real slow
When I start to bust
And I get the party bubblin' like Alka Seltzer Plus
You niggas smoke dust
If my flow aint tight
Cause I'm tight like a jewish wife
I'm that nice
Nigga you know Red, I be at the party
Like drinking Bacardi
With somebody
Had to smack a chick for touching my face
I'm like, "Bitch don't you know there's a gun in my waist?"

[Hook]

Now you don't have to ask nigga who got the bomb
I shotgun like the arm
Or Roger moms
When I pull it ya ask, "What's Happening?"
We aint talking, we doin' the gavelin'
It's Reggie Noble on the scene
Call me Mr Green
I got my P.O. thinking that my system clean
Before I seen her, I gargle with the Listerine
So she can turn my felony to a misdemean'
I'm like, "Bitch don't you know who I be?"
I could go cash a check without no ID
I'm a East Coast legend, you should know 'bout me
This is for my 'hood bitches and real OG's
If you're really unaware
That we insane then tell us
I'm in my underwear
Like Damon Wayans in Colors
White tee, Air Force got 'em different colors
550 S Benz make a nigga jealous

[Hook]

[Redman as WKYA DJ ad libs until end]

(Instrumental)

Red's Gone Wild
Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla niggaz
Gilla, Gilla niggaz

Yo, I'm hot, global warmin' ridin' on 26
I ain't thug nigga I don't, bullet proof shit
Gilla nigga and we abide by the blueprint
We ain't all loud, holla and whoopin'

Blah, blah, blah, a whole lotta nuttin'
You know the loud ones, they do a whole lot of duckin'
I stay on the grind, my hustle real heavy
And even for that cake, I'll fuck Lil' Debbie

Soldier boy, murder land's like Baltimore
Roll on stage, more deeper than a Commodore
Get shut down, yeah, knock your mans off
Wouldn't trade places if you [Incomprehensible] or Randolph

Shorty, shorty, give me that body
Start a riot 'til security on the walkie
Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin'
Nine, four, three, eleven, get it or forget it

You could hold this blaow
(Real street, real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit)
You could hold this blaow
(Real street, real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit)

You could hold this blaow
(Real street, real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit)
You could hold this blaow
(And niggaz is, nig' and niggaz is gettin' smoked G)
You could hold this blaow
(Believe me)

Gilla House Foundation
Gilla House Foundation
Gilla House Foundation
Gilla House Foundation

Yo, Gilla nigga era, fuck you, pay me
Boogie down like Bronx, high at the skate key
It's like Janet, 'What Have You Done For Me, Lately'?
Nuttin', I blew up, you try to inflate me

Dawg, in my dutch, a whole lotta bud
End up in Jersey now, a whole lotta blood
So when you get here, show a whole lotta love
Or leave shot up, robbed and thrown out a shrub

I don't condone, I got kids to relate to
'Redman Gone Wild', hear the new debut
Fox fired a nigga, boy that's great news
Now I'm back in the hood like Grey Goose

Who's gona stop me? I'm razor sharp
With Gilla niggaz frontline and Jay the boss
Y'all chicken ass niggaz blood made of broth
But I'm barbershop talk, L.A. and New York

So all you West Coast niggaz, get that money
'Cause these Brick City dudes get that money
It's gonna be one pussy that'll act funny
Yo, I'm gonna get this nigga, leave the Cadillac runnin'

Yo, Uptown got haze, Miami got crippy
I'm fucked up, I slipped my own self a Mickie
Doin' dirty, I'm 'XXX' like Vin Dies'
Who you know can pump weed out of Wendy's

Shorty, shorty, give me that body
Start a riot 'til security on the walkie
Reggie Noble '07, keep all sort of hoes yellin'
Nine, four, three, eleven, get it or forget it

You could hold this blaow
(Real street, real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit)
You could hold this blaow
(Real street, real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit)

You could hold this blaow
(Real street, real street niggaz ain't havin' that shit)
You could hold this blaow
(And niggaz is, nig' and niggaz is gettin' smoked G)
You could hold this blaow
(Believe me)

Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla
Yeah, Gilla niggaz
Gilla, Gilla, Gilla, Gilla
Thorough niggaz, monkey niggaz

[Intro: Redman]
Gilla House niggas
Check it out
('Cause I like it!)

[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo! I'm Ghetto Fab, hungry
Beastie Boy with (Brass Monkey)
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
Drunker than Woodrow, good time with a hood ho
Mutombo, stack that bread tall
Two chromey things like the back of my rear exhaust
Redman, dog - something wrong, strong arm
If I don't get (Chips) like Ponch and John
You get slapped like Dee Barnes
(Doctor), not Dre
And eating - but, I'm after the entree!
My watch got TV's in, CD in play
Wanna find D-O, I'm knee-deep in MJ
(Boy), I'm (Bad)
And You've Got Mail
And I need brain - she said (Yes) like he 112

[Chorus: Redman (Saukrates)]
PICK UP - boogee women!
PICK UP - freaky women!
PICK UP - ghetto women!
PICK UP - classy women!
PICK UP - boogee women!
PICK UP - freaky women!
PICK UP - ghetto women!
PICK UP - classy women!
Gilla House in this bitch and we - GET 'EM!
Y'all know y'all can't fuck with us! GET 'EM!
When I see a big ass I go and - GET 'EM!
(Fuck the club, man!)
(I'mma fuck where I - GET 'EM!)

[Verse 2: Saukrates (Redman)]
Saukrates, all action, less talk
I'm paid to make the muscle under your chest talk
GILLA! Attack like that pump he lets off
20 motherfuckers hittin' from the chest up!
Saukrates, worldwide name
God put me D, now worldwide game (GILLA!)
Niggas keep a burner by the flame
'Cause when shit get hot, we already came!
Saukrates, double vision, double incision
Double the pimpin' - takeover!
One of a kind, a stark reminder to any mark
Who wanna' stop the run of my cake over!
She ain't missin', she just kissin'
On my johnson, shit was out of the frame
Like (D) video, How Does It Feel?
That Gilla House chill
It's Saukrates season, better shoot to kill!

[Chorus: Redman (Saukrates)]
PICK UP - boogee women!
PICK UP - freaky women!
PICK UP - ghetto women!
PICK UP - classy women!
PICK UP - boogee women!
PICK UP - freaky women!
PICK UP - ghetto women!
PICK UP - classy women!
Gilla House in this bitch and we - GET 'EM!
Y'all know y'all can't fuck with us! GET 'EM!
When I see a big ass I go and - GET 'EM!
(Fuck the club, man!)
(I'mma fuck where I - GET 'EM!)

[Verse 3: Icadon (Redman)]
(Y'all knowwwww!)
If Ick tell you to give your cash up, move faster!
Or this ratchet gonna' blast ya!
(My flowwwwwww!)
Is like a natural disaster
Bricks the Brook-lon, the crack move faster!
(I blowwwwwwwwww!)
Backwoods on the master
Dro' grown in the cold waters of Alaska
(Where I goooooooooo!)
I don't ever fold a map up
Wack, fuck (Navigation) in the black truck!
Icadon, I own the dick your chick's on
Gilla House! I'm clique strong, the fifth long
My name reign, from Bricks to Brick-ston
But I'm from Brook-lon, don't get flipped on!
I'm nice with my metal wear, ice in the ghetto
If I die - nigga, your wife is a widow!
I'll nice with the fiddle
I'll make the belly button a bulls-eye, nigga!
I'll put my knife in the middle!

[Chorus: Redman (Saukrates)]
PICK UP - boogee women!
PICK UP - freaky women!
PICK UP - ghetto women!
PICK UP - classy women!
PICK UP - boogee women!
PICK UP - freaky women!
PICK UP - ghetto women!
PICK UP - classy women!
Gilla House in this bitch and we - GET 'EM!
Y'all know y'all can't fuck with us! GET 'EM!
When I see a big ass I go and - GET 'EM!
(Fuck the club, man!)
(I'mma fuck where I - GET 'EM!)

[Nasty Nadj]
This is Nasty Nadj on WKYA Radio

Mary Jane, ladies and gentlemen
Your host for the night, all choked up
On top of that we got uncle Snoop
And my man Nate Dogg in the Bricks

How do I maintain in this world? A world that's proven meaningful
How do I survive the haters?
How to take the very thing that I work fo'?
Where do I go when I'm hiding? Only I don't know, I just gotta' go by

Yeah, yo Snoop
If I feel in love with another drug, I'd always be broke
Then I'll never have that Purple to smoke, I don't do Coke
Dogg, I rarely drink Pepsi, only Reggie, weed would give you epilepsy

When I talk, dog never indirectly
I'm blunt, you got weed, chumps?
I do about 45 over speed bumps
So when you tryna roll, your weed on the flo'

Joe Piscopo, I play too much
That's why my Saturday night is liver than yours
I'll fight n*** over Mary Jane
Even beat Steven's a*** on Jerry Spring

Ask the Dogg, my weed religion basic
Only nation for the weed is Gold Nation
Now you high, then throw it up
Even Rick James had to sing about her, it's

Ooh, Mary Jane
'Cause I'll be f*** Mary Jane all day
Ooh, Mary Jane
You know what, see I'll be f*** Mary Jane all night

I'm in love with Mary Jane
She's my main thang
Stay away from hocus pocus
That gives me headaches mayne

And when my sack gets low
No, I don't get uptight
I go and find my girl
Once again it's on tonight

One for the money and two for the show
And three for the papers and four for the dro
Here we go, let it flow
Just make sure the end's tight

Take a poof, tell me what it hit like
Paper bag, fill it with the chippers
My new nickname, Mr. Black Jack Tripper
Two b*** and a pad at the same time

And I cracked 'em both wit the same lines
"Do you like to smoke?"
"Can I take your coat?"
"Hennessey with a dash of Coke?"

N*** tryna holla' like "whoopty whoop"
Let the b*** co-ride in Snoopy Coupe
You're rollin' with a m*** winner
And you might win a treat to a TV dinner

We got rules to the game
Nephew, the only b*** I love is Mary Jane
I tell the truth

Ooh, Mary Jane
'Cause I'll be f*** Mary Jane all day
Ooh, Mary Jane
You know what, see I'll be f*** Mary Jane all night

Ooh, Mary Jane
'Cause I'll be f*** Mary Jane all day
Ooh, Mary Jane
You know what, see I'll be f*** Mary Jane all night

Mary Jane
She make you do thangs that a n*** wouldn't normally do, do
Mary Jane
She make a n*** do thangs that I wouldn't normally do, hoo

Ooh, Mary Jane
I'll be f*** Mary Jane all day
And I'll be f*** Mary Jane all night

[Intro] + (Redman)
Get a fuckin bleedin house mate! (Yeah!)
(Gilla House!)
Okay? Big Ben and all that fuckin bullshit
(Gilla House, ya heard?)
You fuckin Muppets, you fuckin cunts!
(Gilla.. Gilla.. Gilla.. let's go!)

[Redman]
Yo, yo
Muscle my way in, old fathers mine
Tattooed Gilla, feelin in my prime
Pull up a Coupe a color niggaz can't find
Plasma TV on the mirror outside
I overdo it strong, got chicks that buck ya down
from Vietnam that look like Nia Long
I'm hot, my collar stand up like The Fonz
To hold my guns you need wet and karma bombs
You got chubby? I got chubby too
Me starve in the park, nigga you on ComicView
You funny, I flood the area tsunami
Wash out the weak niggaz, then I tag 'em _Dry Me_
I'm married to the game, the brass my music
When Brick's in the house, there's a problem Houston!
I guzzle Crunk Juice to the neck
So when I walk in the party ain't nobody gon' do shurrr
Redman is shurrr, it's the principality
Oven like wurrrm for the lyrics I burrrn
Nigga wait your turrrn, we can battle in a second
So I can bankrupt ya like, Chapter 11
I'm the shit like Janet Jackson undressin
Believe it, when I quarterback you receive it
Same crib on MTV Cribs mine
I ain't lyin cause my eyes redder than iodine
I'm back muh'fucker, so up your chain
I'ma leave the same way I came, that's thorough
I run up in your hood like 80 deep
Have it sound like _Drumlines_ at A&T, muh'fucker

[Chorus: Redman]
Gilla House - check, Def Squad - check
White tee - check, Goretex - check
When we said we number one - we lied
We number one two three four AND five
Gilla House - check, Brick City - check
89 - check, cash yo - check
"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin"
{*scratch: "Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}

[Redman]
If you find a bag of weed on the floor, pick it up
And if you find it I got 10 on the dub
I'm hard to find like pickin weed out a rug
I'm worldwide fool, I don't care about a buzz
Dawn of the Red, goin for the bread
I got pitbulls hooked on to a sled
My block'll riot like they shot Cornbread
The Pres'll find a missile with a foreign head
KABOOM! Guess who stepped in the room?
Streetsweeper out, ready to vacumn
Then all of a sudden, you get it in the end
Like Kane from Marlena cousin, I'm a menace
I was broke as hell, first time I made it
Now e'rything I own is voice activated
Boy I'm lyin, I'm just tryin to make cheddar
Cause my doorbell is rubbin two wires together

[Chorus: Redman]
Gilla House - check, Wu-Tang - check
White tee - check, Nike Air - check
When we said we number one - we lied
We number one two three four AND five
Gilla House - check, Uptown - check
Purple haze - check, cash yo - check
"They don't give a fuck about what y'all niggaz doin"
{*scratch: "Holla at your b-boy-boy!*}

(Instrumental)

[Soopaman Luva Chorus]

[Redman]
Yo, yo, what up yo, I be the Soopaman luva
I'm about five minutes right out ya baby mother
I'm still broke, still gutter
Hit four chicks, then avenge like folk brothers
Then rob a bank teller
I'm sorta like old yella, call me for trouble
I got chop for bullets that spread out the umbrella
I'm advanced boy, da doc bigalow, the man whore
Got Ms. Incredible and cat women on amcord
When neighborhood or city in a drought
Fuck a boat I could fly there, 300 an ounce
Reup my account, wear and durag and I ain't got waves
I only got haze pumpin out the bat cave
So when I'm flyin through ya hood it's a hit nigga
Isabella I need that sour diesel quick nigga
-Call for soopman luva on line 3-
Well who the fuck is it?
-Her name is Hurricane G-
What up G?

[Hurricane G]
They tryin to lock me up G
I can't do time cause my time is money
I just came from court for some bullshit charge
They tryin to do me like kim, throw me behind bars
What am I gonna do?

[Redman]
Fuck that I'm comin
With a gun like willis so you could feel drummin
I creep in when the lights out, sneak in to get you out
Lo jacks on my ears to tell me where your where abouts
Cause I air 'em out, sneak in though the West wing
Laundromat, duffle bag thinking of the next thing

[G] But I'm in the East wing
[R] Damn my shit broke
[G] Hurry up nigga, this water look piss cold

[Redman]
Hold tight for me, I'm already in
I'm in the kitchen corridor, climbin up the vent
I'm hot so hurricane so it might take me awhile
So when I get ya we gonna roll like mickey and loud

[Chorus]

[Redman]
Here we go, Yo, Yo the Soopaman Luv
Crawlin through the vent like that dude in breakfast club
I made a pit stop, seen a freak in the shower
So I gotta quick pop, pimp slapped her with powder
And told her if somebody asks you, you seen nada
And every week I come fuck you with marijuana

[G] Okay if you looking for Hurricane over there
[R] Oh shit, Hurricane
[G] Hey yo get me outta here

[Redman]
Hey yo C.O.'s watchin
Gotta move like grown men
Cause a distraction
Like the food gave you stomach pain
When the doctors come in, start the examining
I rush in with rubber gloves off the ambulance
Gun in one hand, the other palm around the nurse mouth
On the count of three this is how its gonna work out
1, 2...

[Intro: Redman (Hurricane G)]
ONE, TWO, THREE, YOO!! (YOO!!)

[Verse 1: Redman (Hurricane G)]
Kick in the door, then I yell, "DON'T MOVE!"
C.O.'s is like, "yo, who the fuck is this dude?"
I give ya a little hint, it's the Soopamanluva
Took the shotgun from him, then I shot that fucker
Threw it to Hurricane, she like ("Yea, let's do it!")
Snatched up a reporter that was here to interview her
Raised up one of his hands, put a bullet through it
Took off his Franck Muller, so Daily News know the time it took to rescue her
We goin' out the front door
Hurricane shotgun, hand lettin' the pump off
Bitches see it, and started wylin' in the mess hall
("Fuck the Warden! We gon' get you muhfucka!")
Ayyo, told you I was comin'

[Verse 2: Hurricane G (Redman)]
Nigga, I ain't never scared
I ain't givin' no state time for shit I didn't did (WOOO!)
Give me some more ammo, the front door's near
We two barrels smoke (with a hostage in here)

[Verse 3: Redman (Hurricane G)]
Yo G, you lock and LOAD? (Lock and load!)
Plan came together like the Eleven and Bellagio
We out the front door, Warden, shotty blow
I mash the gas 'til me and G is "adios!" ("Adios!")
That's how that Soopamanluva get down
(Yea, that's how that bitch Hurricane get down) Get down

[Outro: Melanie Rutherford (Redman)]
Ohhh, oh oh oh oh ohhh (Gilla House niggas)
Ohh ohhh, (Yo Hurricane G! Glad to have you back girl!)
Ohhh (yea yea yea yea yea yea)
Ohh, ohhh (Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla)
(Gilla House, Melanie, E3)
Ohh, ohhh (Like I told you nigga)
(You already know what it is nigga)
Ohhh, oh oh oh oh ohhh (Gilla house)
Ohh ohhh
[continues to fade]

[Intro: Redman (Blam)]
Gilla, yeah!
Man, fuck that, nigga!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah!)
Yes, sir!
Gilla House!
You already know the business, nigga!
Gilla House, nigga!

[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo, you ain't gotta' ask, dog - who am I?
I walk in the street, my middle finger in the sky
And ever since a young boy, I had the hunger in my eye
So when you cut the check, if you don't gimmie mine

[Chorus: Blam]
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die
If you want that GRIT
And you're about the DOUGH
Better do it like a G, baby!

[Bridge: Redman (Blam)]
They call me crazzzzzzzzzay
I walk around like I just don't care
Once you get a grip
If I have to, I'll grab my fifth
And throw shit up, put your hands in the air
I'm a liiiiiiiiiiiiive wiiiiiiiiiiire!
(Gilla goodie with the glamour)
(Now it's time to bust!)
(Know what it is, when you're fuckin' wit' us!)

[Chorus: Blam]
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die
Suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die -- suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die
If you want that GRIT
And you're about the DOUGH
Better do it like a G, baby!

[Verse 2: Redman]
Redman, (Bak Inda Buildin') -- YES!
I got strippers on the pole
They like "Aiiiiiyyyo!"
Nigga, I got flow
My jewels is drippin'
All on the nuts, 'cause I do shit different
Doc is chillin', Jerz is chillin'
What can I say - fuck your feelin's
Dog, if you broke, you got it wrong
I'm tryna be (Paid In Full) like Mitch's home, nigga!
Ring the alarm, Redman crack
And if you get sleepy, then go take a nap!
My boys in the 'Lac, I'm right there wit' 'em
They ask, "What's that?"
"This shit here, nigga?"
"This shit here, nigga?"
This shit called Def SQUAD, proceed to rock your project!
You far from a threat like "Who is you?"
Better relax and say "What's up, baby boo?"

[Bridge: Redman (Blam)]
They call me crazzzzzzzzzay
I walk around like I just don't care
Once you get a grip
If I have to, I'll grab my fifth
And throw shit up, put your hands in the air
I'm a liiiiiiiiiiiiive wiiiiiiiiiiire!
(Gilla goodie with the glamour)
(Now it's time to bust!)
(Know what it is, when you're fuckin' wit' us!)

[Chorus: Blam]
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die
Suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die -- suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
It's a - suicide, it's a suicide
It's do or die
If you want that GRIT
And you're about the DOUGH
Better do it like a G, baby!

[Verse 3: Redman]
Understand that Gilla House
(Bak Inda Buildin') -- YES!
If you can't get a job, I feel your stress!
You can smell the (Funk), when the (Master Flex)
It's underground, nigga - (Protect Ya Neck)
Yeah, Bricks is chillin', Staten chillin'
What can we say - fuck your feelings!
Big girls like "Redman the shit!"
I had dreams of fuckin' me a fat chick! (Bee-atch!)
Let's do this, (Red Gone Wild)
I'm like a warrior tryna get to Coney Isle
Boy, I'm hood down, so don't try to play me
For that (C.R.E.A.M.), I get a little
crazzzzzzzzzzzzay!
Yeah, my attitude is rude like "Fuck you, pay me!"
Stay on my grind
I'll show you how to make 100 thou' from a dime!
Fuckin' wit' mine
It's a - SUICIDE!