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Traces of on my collar
Baby you got to do some more to get this last
Hotter lava when you come believe that I'ma follow
Medana liketo drink, but she to swallow
Rockin' that Prada, stay up in the beauty parlor,
it would be my honour, make you my babymomma
Holler she proper, fuck with tha dumbin' cousin
Sucka for lovin'-buggin', shockin' duckin' buckin'
Suckin' finga-fuckin', then let me show you somethin'
I'll the stuffin' off that English Muffin
Can't me nuthin', uhn uhn
Pushin' yo' botton when I'm stuckin'
All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC! Oh girl you

Yo' I get it on
Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, my drawers
Suckin' your mouth with a stockin'
Rapped around and , I'm creepin' when you parkin'
Shoot out the lights, the erea, then hop in
Pick up my bigga who helped me figured the plottin'
the tops, splittin' the dough
Shoppin' in rotten--New York, flockin'
Because I'm like Bo stockin' coat
Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', leave the parking
unforgetable can be forgotten
Doc and Meth the top ten!
Choppin' it raw, 'n blockin',
Only raw his metaphores, so cops can stop watchin'
I put 'em in and 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em
Renevate your appartment, when two things barkin'
My knockin', bougie hoes be spottin' on they tampons
I get 'em drippin' like Falls

Redman, [Meth]

Now who a nigga?!
who a snitch nigga?!]
Now who the nigga?!
[Now who the nigga?!]
Now who you nigga?!
[With who you nigga?!]
Who rock nigga?!
[Who pop nigga?!]

on!] Come on! [Come on!] Come on!
[Come on!] Come on! on!] Come on!
[Come on!] Come on! on!] Come on!
[Come on!] on! [Come on!] Come on!

I figured it out: ya'll niggaz as big as yo' mouth
My well it ain't won't even fit in yo' couch
When I bust come out
No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to out
Son's ya out! Nuthin' to lose, poppin' a two up in ya goose
Buckle yo shoes, cuffle my boots, with you
Blow my like Nirvana
Marijuana got bitches on they knees in Gabbanas
Gettin' 'em dirty dirty with the and the bombin'
the drama, fire two in ya armor
Ya betta call ma, the ice is a honour
To in help me an arm up, lebaba(?) with ya momma
dirty her donna, my dick is heronomic
Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC! Oh girl you

Itchin' to the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance
Ain't go no pot to piss in? Ain't got no
Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me
Come mis and catch a whippin', now is actin' different
Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens that forgettin'
I the one for trickin', or anybody-kickin'
Rippin' these compesitions, scrippin' paper-written
Hold 'em and hit 'n stickin', ballin' Scottie Pippen
It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but I'm forced bittin'
Shittin' 'No he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin'
Chattin' like Joe
All in the zone settin' it off Big Daddy
It ain't no half-steppin'...I keep
Staten you sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'
my Smith & Wessen , trashin' the Meth and catchin'
Hell, we leave you restin' in PEACE, BBC! Oh girl you