(feat. Redman, Young Noble (Outlawz))



[Redman]

I got a headache this big...

Word up.. word up.. word up..

It's kinda hot in here

Haha (word up) Brick City (word up)

Funk Doc (word up) Scarface, yo yo



It can't be!

P-P-P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED

BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo'

(Bla bla...) I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars

I pull cards like Vegas

Clap my hands then walk away from the table with ya payment

(How I'm paid?) Niggaz are barely a village

I spit with a foul mouth like Terrance & Phillip

A man or gorilla (ahh ahh) my cap toot back like Fred

So white bitches jump on my +Limp Bizkit+ and yell

"You niggaz know you can't fuck around"

Haha yeah, you see me, you be duckin up and down

(Yo yo yo) Super Lex, cop a thing-thing

Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng

Fuck ya brains out hold when Al Green sings

When your out cold, bitch steal ya bling bling

You died for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it

I got the next bitch rockin ya birthday present

News at 11, Scarface and Doc

From Bricks to South Park we say, "FUCK THE COPS!!"



[Hook: Redman]

Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around

You niggaz know you can't fuck around

You see me, you be yuckin duckin up and down

What, these niggaz know they can't fuck around

What, you niggaz know you can't fuck around

You see me in the streets, you be duckin up and down

Nigga, you niggaz know you can't fuck around

Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around



[Scarface]

As I, bring it to ya one more time

From a state where we stole weight, and dough mind dine

And we don't tote six-shooters, we tote glock nines

And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes

It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0

Hit the other side of sixteen and getcha mind blown

Fo sho', it's a different vibe from being downtown

then when ya come into the ghetto and ya can't come back out

I seen the ghetto shut down, seen niggaz shot up

Seen niggaz get knocked the fuck out and never got up

The neighborhood paralyzed, crack drive-bys

It's evident we hurt, you ignored our cry

On the outside the ghetto just another mindstate

And import more minorities to help the crime rate

I ain't lookin for a job, fuck workin the part-time

when we could come up on some dough, with good combs and slang dimes

I see this all the Goddamn time - it's fucked up and it's the truth

Nevermind the shooter on the roof

It's a war goin on right here, where we at

I can't complain about what I can't change, so why dap?

Dropped outta high school in tenth grade so I rapped

But still, can't seem to get this monkey off my back

Fuck it, I pulled a few moves and ride for the streets

And when I start to feel like this, don't fuck with me!



[Hook]



[Young Noble]

Yo, Young Noble Outlaw, spittin shit with 'Face and Red

Bear looped out flows and you can taste the wet

Place ya bet, young nigga ace the test

You say Nob' got a old soul, blame the vets

Flurp shit from the earth bitch, cradle to grave

Burnt shit from the fingertips, able to spray

Nigga ya mind playin tricks on you

Ya drew down, but ya nine won't spit for you

And ain't nobody got no hostle clips for you

You in the mix but ain't nobody doin shit for you

It's gon' be Hell for hustler, while your neck spoil you

With the same clip you had last week

and niggaz know I know the real, that's why the fag don't speak

And I ain't even peak yet, without the heat yet

Holla my street yet, cuz I be the beef yet

I'm hittin these niggaz hard, I ain't even eat yet

or felt defeat yet, I melt the weak yet

Lyrical breathe death - we thugs nigga what

we take slugs to the gut

Patch 'em up, hit the Bricks, it's time for our lunch

Outlawz, Dirty Mob motherfucker!



[Hook x2]