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(Redman) Negroes!!!!!!!!
(repeat 6X) (Hit Squad) The head banger, WHAT? (Hit Squad) The head banger Parrish Smith gettin wreck (Hit Squad) The head banger Verse One: Parrish Smith Ka-rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks as I chill, and bust grills you take snapshots of the maniac, dressed in black, carry round a strap Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!) Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse James To hell with the bitches and the so-called fame (uh-huh) Strictly biz to hard (kid yeah) as I climb charts Bustin ass daily as I compose like Mozart Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him? Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep I'm bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete So get a GRIP and don't SLIP or catch a CLIP from the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my TARGET The Bozack, I rip up flows that make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT Hardcore no R&B singer Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger (repeat 4X) (Hit Squad) The head banger, WHAT? "Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down (repeat 3X) (Hit Squad) The head banger, WHAT? Erick Sermon break it down (Hit Squad) The head banger "Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" Verse Two: Erick Sermon SURPRISE, you wonder where I've been, I've been workin But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil You dig the rhythm, and I'll play the RUNNIN REBEL Changed my style, so I can freak the funk Yo pass the Philly, HIT SQUAD spark the blunt I got the power, to ramshack a stadium WUBBA WUBBA, even Judy Brown the Palladium Yo, I'm from the Boondocks so I knows the flavor (yeah, yeah) Sometimes I curse but now, I show behavior EPMD, YO, is in this to win this A brand new LP SO MIND YOUR BUSINESS No jokin, I'm gettin paid fully You wanna buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody YO WHERE'S MY HOODIE? I wanna be hard and cause some ruckus Talk with the b-boy slang and blast some suckers Walk like an Egyptian, rough crackin my steel Plus I'm goin to court, make my own appeal As taught as a kid or told, NEVER TALK TO A STRANGER Cause I could be a head banger (repeat 4X) (Hit Squad) The head banger, WHAT? "Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down (repeat 3X) (Hit Squad) The head banger, WHAT? K-Solo!!! (Hit Squad) The head banger "Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" Verse Three: K-Solo I'm the original rap criminal (yeahhhhh) My shots, spell spray (hoo-ahhhh) duck leaves my trigger finger DIGITAL My gun'll make, many men, things you did when I get mad and pissed cause I can make him my TARGET Braggin em taggin em draggin em mad hollow-point rhymes in my mic Choose Smith or assault over Magnum (huh) So back up off me, here's a clip For uzis and guns, and then you faggots gonna OFF ME I'm sure you know the deal that my nine can box I knock punks out quick like Evander Holyfield More rhymes than music's, my solution Subscribers of my style here's a contribution Let's say you want a shovel layer parkin MC's like cars and drivin MC's away Tanks gon be full, to rappers wanna tempt me I break the steering shift and leave em EMPTY Cause they can't go, so I'ma call a hoe tow truck To come tow truck your weak SIDE SHOW Back on the scene is the incredible one man team When I get mad I turn GREEN The Fugitive's gone peace, I'm outta here later And here's a finger, to all you non movin spectators (repeat 4X) (Hit Squad) The head banger, WHAT? "Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down (repeat 3X) (Hit Squad) The head banger, WHAT? Redman get down! (Hit Squad) The head banger "Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" Verse Four: Redman SURPRISE NIGGAZ! The original P-Funk funks you up I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the NEW CUT Because I can Jam like Teddy if you let me A Goodfella but still rugged like Joe PESCI My style is mad funka-to-the-delic with the irrelevant shit that I kick backflips any four bitch (yeah) Deduct and I dip then I SWITCH to an incredible nigga with a *nickle* nine on the hip I always got played by a honeyDIP But now I'm on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH And swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah) I Rock ya like Chubb, and burn scrubs like a dum-dum Remember Redman, last album I was Hardcore Now I'm back to tear the frame out your assCRACK Cause I get wreck, with the tec, with the blunt or moet And what you see is what you get and what you're gettin is your ASS KICKED, nigga, hit you with the funkdafied figure Like A plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back trunk PUNK Yes the Redman that's what they call me Wicked with the style you think I have cerebral palsy Like AAIEEAHAAA, cause I freak the styles crazy Lullaby your stupid ass, ROCKABYE BABY The Funkadelic Devil hit your ass with a level from the new school and still holdin my jewels! (repeat 4X) (Hit Squad) The head banger, WHAT? "Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down (repeat 4X) (Hit Squad) The head banger, WHAT? (Hit Squad) The head banger "Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" (repeat 4X) (Hit Squad) The head banger, WHAT? "Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down (repeat 4X) (Hit Squad) The head banger, WHAT? (Hit Squad) The head banger "Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" (repeat 4X) (Hit Squad) The head banger "Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" -- Grand Puba, Slow Down (repeat 4X) (Hit Squad) The head banger (Hit Squad) The head banger "Yeahhh, head crack, head crack" |
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Intro:
Take em out, take em out, bring em out dead Shine em up, shine em up, shine the bald head One gun, two gun, three gun, four You're, mine, it's all about crime Onyx! (echoes) Verse One: Suave It's time to get live, live, live like a wire I set a whole choir on fire (UHH!) Well done, on the grill, shot skills kills and no frills - they try to diss me? They gettin crispy Ha, ha hah hah, AND WE DO IT LIKE THIS In fact, ?? ?? and jack Jack's Cause they can burn in hell shit for all that I care Beware the bald head the dread said is they fear Stick-up's assassin, traction new reaction These fuckin niggaz shoulda made the All Madden Onyx is wreckin shit, slip slide step quick ?? ?? Infinite that gets crashed like a rented The shit they write is black and white; well mines got mad color Ain't that right, my blood brother? Word up, raise it up! We do it with the crew that don't give a fuck So throw ya gunz in the air, throw ya gunz in the air Buck buck like you don't care Verse Two: Fredro Starr Uh-oh!! Heads up, cause we're droppin some shit On your now shot-skills, Onyx tec-9 for a while Keep your eyes open in the fight, I'ma swell em The hardcore style, rowdy n wild, hits I'ma sell em (sell em) To all competition slide back then listen I'm kickin all that, shit to the doormat Claimin this domain, cause mad pains Blood stains, long range - got gats! Crazy clips, I sink ships, cuttin faces like a pirate I've never caught a flood, for the mad shit that I did Heard, you got the word so observe I shatter and splatter bodies that blows and bust nerds, OPEN! I always leave my barrel smokin Throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like you just don't care Just throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like you just don't care Just throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like you just don't care Just throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like you just don't care Verse Three: Sticky Fingaz Ahhh, I hate your fuckin guts, and I hope that you die Sticky Fingaz, the name, and my life is a lie Cause I'm havin a bad day, so stay out of my way And what the pistol packin people say you better obey Just in the nick of time, I commit the perfect crime Rip my heart, from my chest, put it right into a rhyme 9YEAH!) I don't feel pain cause it's all in the mind And what's - mines is mines and, yours is mine Don't fuckin blink or I'ma rob yo' ass blind Onyx, is rippin shit, I got the tech nine So what the plumber got boy buck buck buck buck It's like a catastrophe, fuckin with me G I'm a bald head with a kinfe I want your money or your life So, so, so, so? So throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like ya just don't care Just throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like you just don't care Just throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like you just don't care Just throw ya gunz in the air And buck buck like you just don't care Outro: We the motherfuckin Onyx! And we don't give a flying motherfuckin fuck Ay yo DS man we gonna come get you out of jail man Fuck that, yo DS we comin man, we got the bail We got the bail, we gonna break you out man Fuck that, yeah! We the fuck up out of this piec |
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(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(On your loving) Verse 1 I want a girl with extensions in her hair Bamboo earrings, at least two pair A Fendi bag and a bad attitude That's all I need to get me in a good mood She can walk with a switch and talk with street slang I love it when a woman ain't scared to do her thing Standing at the bus stop, sucking on a lollipop Once she gets pumping, its hard to make the hottie stop She likes to dance to the rap jam She sweet as brown sugar with the candied yams Honey coated complexion, using Camay Lets hear it for the girl she's from around the way CHORUS: I need an around-the-way girl (around-the-way girl) That's the one for me She's the only one for me I need an around-the-way girl (You got me shook up, shook down, shook out on your loving) Verse 2 Silky, milky, her smile is like sunshine That's why I had to dedicate at least one rhyme To all the cuties in the neighborhood 'Cause if I didn't tell you, then another brother would Your sweet like sugar with your gangsta talk Want to eat you like a cookie when I see you walk With your rayon, silk, or maybe even denim It really doesn't matter as long as you're in 'em You can break hearts and manipulate minds Or surrender, act tender, be gentle and kind You always know what to say and do Cold flip when you think your man is playing you Not cheap or petty , you're ready for lovin' You're real independent so your parents be buggin' But if you ever need a place to stay, (Oooh you love me) come around my way CHORUS: I need an around-the-way girl (around-the-way girl) That's the one for me She's the only one for me To the bridge I need an around-the-way girl (You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving) Verse 3 Perm in your hair or even a curly weave With that New Edition Bobby Brown button on your sleeve I tell you come here, you say meet me half way 'Cause brothers been popping that game all day Around the way, you're like a neighborhood jewel All the homeboys sweat you, so you're crazy cool Wear your gold in the summer with your biking shorts While you watchin' all the brothers on the basketball court Going to the movies with your homegirl's crew While the businessmen in suits be hawkin' you Baby-hair pumping, lip gloss is shinin' I think you in the mood for winin' and dinin' So we can go out and eat somewhere We got a lot of private jokes to share Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Renee, I love you (smooch) You're from around the way CHORUS I need an around-the-way girl (around-the-way girl That's the one for me She don't love him (You got me shook) I need an around-the-way girl, an around-the-way girl Fine as can be (Oooh you love me) She oh, yea I need an around-the-way girl (around-the-way girl) That's the one for me (the only one for me) I need an around-the-way girl (an around-the-way girl) Fine as can be (You got me shook up, shook down, shook out on your loving) (You got me shook up, shook down, shook out) (repeat till fade) |
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[Verse One]
I'm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl Mo' rockin Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl Niggaz say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty Fuck y'all thought? Be dancin around in suits like I'm {Diddy} Pretty, show niggaz how we run this city Respect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in ya lane Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane And dare one of y'all rappin chicks to mention Fox name "What's Beef?" Beef is when bitches think it's sweet See y'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya 1- Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo) Check, uhh It's like I'm in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feel Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin real I love to stack riches, no disrespect y'all I respect the rap game, but I don't fuck with rap bitches I'm speakin from my heart It's not that I'm too good, I'm just hood Been like this from the fuckin start Since I bust my gun in ninety-six Y'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit You a industry bitch, I'm a in the streets bitch I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs But, other than that it's just me and my six repeat 1 I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini' rum and whiskey Uhh, proper set off Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm Gangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoy Who y'all know rock Prada like Fox Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste Act like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waist And like a hundred thou' each crib in each safe When Fox come through she a go done de place I'm like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan' race? Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin Fuck, y'all only nice around mics like Pippen Shit, to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'n I'm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga |
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(Hey young world)
The world is yours (Hey young world) The world is yours (Young world, young world) The world is yours Young wo-o-o-o-rld (This right here) it may cause concern It's (for all of these) why don't you listen and learn? (Love, peace, happiness) that once was strong (But you teach society) even that's turned wrong (Times have changed) hey, it's cool to look bummy And be a dumb dummy and disrespect your mummy (Have you forgotten) who put you on this earth? (And...???...) and who loved ya since your birth Reward is a brainwash kid goin wild Young little girls already have a child (Bad company) and now ya been framed (The parents are hurtin') hurtin' and ashamed (You're ruining yourself) and your mommy can't cope Hey little kids don't follow these dopes (As a rule from a non-fool) your life don't drool Don't be a fool like those that don't go to school (Get ahead) and accomplish things You'll see the wonder and the joy life brings (Don't admire thieves) hey, they don't admire you Their times limited hard rocks too So listen be strong, scream 'whoopee doo' Go for yours cause dreams come true (And you'll make your mommy) so proud of you (And this is a message) that the ruler Rick threw and it's true you kno what.. we likes ta party hey young world the world is yours (Hey Mr. Bigshot) hey don't ya look fly? (You don't have a ...??... ) oh my my my You been fightin' again and you forgot why hey kid walk straight master your high (Whyyyy?) Because you make your family cry And all jokes aside are you in good health? (Hey little boy) now have you really checked yourself You're a disgust you know someone I can't trust (You'd steal mom's welfare) and you'd run and buy some dust (And plus I must say) big shot your not Your friends are talking and I'm hearing that your girl's a what? You didn't know? Go steal and rob (And while your at it) go get a suit for a job You see, you're actin' like this urge is demanding (Come on, wake up) have some understanding Society's a weak excuse for a man (It's time for a plan) time to take the stand Believe it or not the lord still shines on you And he (guides you) and he watched you as you grew Plus (past the age) of a little child, that's true But folks your age don't act like you do (So be mature) and put the boy to a home (And if your over 18) I wish you'd act like an adult (Don't live in a world) of hate hate hate (Pull yourself together) and get yourself straight (Men don't steal) hey most don't borrow (And if you smoke crack) your kids will smoke crack tomorrow (So be more mature) and kids do your chores (Make your own money) hey be proud thats yours (You know why? Cuz thats a man) that's brains no spite (Stayin' outta trouble) when it comes in sight (And a man never misses a fight) in god's sight Cuz righteous laws are overdue And this is a message that the ruler rick threw and it's true you know what you know what we likes ta party we likes ta party hey young world the world is yours hey young world (mumbling in the background) |
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