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[Redman and Erick Sermon]
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Live at the tunnel y'all
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Big Kap and Funk Flex (look around)
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Hit me back y'all, Def Squad y'all
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Hold it down, look around
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[Erick Sermon]
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I rock house from old folks to childern
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Squad comin through knockin down your building
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Lyrical murderer, who you be?
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We never heard of ya
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Momma's boy from West Suburbia
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You don't belong 'round here so what you doing
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Keep persuin my crew and get ruined, screw 'em
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Redman (What up?) How you feelin
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Lets wheel 'em and deal 'em until the pain is peelin
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I wish a few of y'all would stop stealin
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>From the mass appealin, dough stacked to the ceiling
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Ohhh, imagine rap attack is coming
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'cause my sayin something, I rot like Charles Dutton
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E-dub be the best thing runnin
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When my jam comes on DJ's just start cuttin (cha-ka cha-ka)
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Rubber duckin, Jigga Jigga strip
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Every name brand clothin off them T.J. Hookers
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Watch how live gets, like a jungle so pack your survival kits, huh
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Me and Redman been rollin for years
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In the place wildlifin' doing Britney Spears
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Chorus: Redman
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You wanna ride...
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Then get up get up get up get up get up get up (Okay)
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Yo, you gettin drunk...
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Then spit up spit up spit up spit up spit up spit up (Okay)
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Yo, you gettin high...
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Then smoke up smoke up smoke up smoke up smoke up smoke up (Okay)
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Bitch, you wanna fuck...
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Then push up push up push up push up push up push up (Okay)
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[Redman]
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Yo E stick a fork in 'em while I hit 'em again
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Spit in the wind, biz with a dent on the end, I was high
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T-U-V-W-X ask Why, you die with blood pourin out your da-da
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You want the ri-ri-ri-ride from hardthorn, abide by your crew from a 735-i
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Keep your town quiet like Biggie died
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When I roll through 'cause crooked like Sticky eye
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Def Squad nigga, fuck a big name
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Bury my main shit, stain, and shit change
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Switch game, Bam Ba Claud, Bon voyage
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Blast your entourage like Flex blastin off
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Jump on while I saddle the track
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Bitch I throw dick where your adam apple is at
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Style like cooked crack
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Wiggle my feet, I shook Shaq with a cross over pass and look back
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Yo, Brick City gorilla when I stomp
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Earthquakes, hurricanes will build up until dusk
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Throw fishin line to a chicken a reel it up
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My crew gun clappers, half of 'em pilled up
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Hit the club then I ?cornbread?
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I bounce so hard from a drug I brought over the counter
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Uptown, say what say what now?
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Bustin my gun off for the millenium touchdown
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When it does, I'm out in the Bricks gettin drunk
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Nuttin in the bitch mouth and her tits
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Chours
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[Redman]
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Yo, you wanna fuck, then push up push up
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[Funkmaster Flex]
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Alright, shot out to my boy Russell Simmons (Okay)
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Big shot to Leo Cohens big shot to Kevin Niles (O-o-o-o-o-kay)
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Big up my man Mike Cogesville
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Its goin down baby one time
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Fuck Flex, Big Kap
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The tunnel nigga
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Shots to my man Peter Gashin
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Can't fuck with us
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Okay
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Big Kap |