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