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REDMAN lyrics : "On Fire"

(Them (*##$es swear they fly...)

[Busta Rhymes] "We on fire tonight, and the place is lookin steamy.."


[Redman]
Hahha

Now everytime I grab the mic I always start %#@! up
Sharper than your double-edger, watch me cough %#@! 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 ^!$$% who's so swift I could lose a compass
Step into jams, with seven ^!$$%z in a Land
And forty mother$#&@ers in some $#&@ed 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 ^!$$%, 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 %#@! 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 $#&@in with Judge Red
Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash
I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin Tina $$#

Hookers ridin dick, like I'm a motorcycle
You wanna shine (*##$? 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 ^!$$%z ain't leave until they up in somethin
Pack my dutch like the ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z be lickin

They stay on magazine written equipments
And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your (*##$ 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 ^!$$%z, keep the gas pedal floored
And I pump the funk to keep a room and board


[record scratches, rooster cackles]

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