Redman

Redman - On Fire lyrics

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Hahha
 Now everytime I grab the mic I always start shit up
 Sharper than your double edger  watch me cough shit up
 Live and direct  respect it to the underground connect
 Pah!! I'm wreckin any MC you select
 Yo E  load me in your gun  light the flares
 Give me forty eight bars  and I go out like gays at Billy Bear
 Wear and tear  I'm wreckin for the Bricks is where
 Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere
 Conjunction junction what's your function
 It's that nigga who's so swift I could lose a compass
 Step into jams, with seven niggaz in a Land
 And forty motherfuckers in some fucked up caravan
 Drop the farenheight back down to zero
 Bring Heat to the streets like I'm Pacino and DeNiro
 Raw dog material, grand imperial
 Talk to my shotty nigga, my ears ain't hearin you

 So take heed to what I'm saying
 Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nuccas ain't playing

 Now do I look crazy? Deranged, maybe?
 You shot first, your glock burst, but it graze me
 Now time for lyrics, put up your guns
 And watch me get this shit hoppin like the West was won
 Got that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken heads
 Crowd your Rap City committee, like I'm [Big Leads]
 Most bigger than them Melendez brothers
 You need Cochran when you're fuckin with Judge Red
 Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash
 I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin Tina ass
 Hookers ridin dick, like I'm a motorcycle
 You wanna shine bitch? Let me simonize you
 I make sure your vision blur, till you don't know what occurred
 Until I black out every nerver
 Foul women get served as chicken head hors d'ouerves
 I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!!
 Hah, if you still look up in the sky I'm still high
 All the way live like Lakeside
 Wann die? E (whattup son), you got this beat pumpin
 The way I feel niggaz ain't leave until they up in somethin
 Pack my dutch like the niggaz in the county
 Dayrooms, stay tuned, for Doc Illuminati
 Up around them big butt freaks is where you find me
 (Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante)

 So take heed to what I'm saying
 Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nuccas ain't playing

 To my people in the back, if you're not the wack, say
 Don't stop, the body rock
 To my people in the front, if you're tokin on blunts, say
 Don't stop, the body rock... aoowwwwwowwwww
 I'm too strong for you to listen
 I started spittin, that's why the brick niggaz be lickin
 They stay on magazine written equipments
 And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your bitch went
 I'm smokin leaky out the Lec-y, fatal
 My Squad steps with the ultimatum, true dat
 My muzak, move crowds, like down the hill moved crack
 For those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes back
 Buddy, bringin money to your girl
 for your little daughter like I'm Cutty
 Twenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug G, quote it
 I see you notice how I leave microphones corroded
 Hahahahaha, your staff not up to par
 You raw, you're more like Zsa Zsa Gabor
 Call deep niggaz, keep the gas pedal floored
 And I pump the funk to keep a room and board

 *record scratches, rooster cackles
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Copyrights:

Author: Erick Sermon, Reggie Noble

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels Recordings

Details:

Released in: 1996

Language: English

Appearing on: Muddy Waters (1996)

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