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Yeah, now, now is you motherfuckers ready for this? (c'mon)
Do you really think you ready for this? (c'mon)
Do you know that you ready for this, huh?
We gon' see if you ready for this

I be the street sweeper n***a
Quick to leave your whole block shook and shot at
From fuckin round with the mi-dack
Eleven, twenty-four, act 47
F**k who's standin around them get close up and down and
I done came here to get brains
Shoot you twice in your stomach
Then leave your boxin shorts full of s**t stains
You're b***h-made, you ain't a gangsta you a sucker a**
These ni***z scared of your bark {*barkin*} but b***h I touch a**
And bust back, what's that? It's Face-mob in effect
With Icarus, Reggie, Jamal and Treach
I told you that talkin wasn't s**t to me
So b***h be more specific when you spit for me
"It ain't shit to me," you a hoe in fifth degree
A discharge from a d**k disease
You lil' maggot, part time thug for a faggot
Plastic-a** chump, you don't want no static

[Chorus: Redman]
Real ni***z - louder
Real ni***z - louder, louder
Real ni***z - yo
Real ni***z..

Yo, yo, yo
It's Funk Doc, I thought you knew
Ppp in the back and they parkin to, jump
Thorough borough, Bricks, ashy elbow kid
I f**k chicks off Elmo flicks
My tape is off safety, tongue the gun
Mouth to barrel, I spit, it numbs the front
"SO WHAT 'CHA WHAT 'CHA WANNNT?" Yo, my Boys is Beastie
We grew up untamed, unemployed and eatin
You sharks in the water, avoid the deep end
We only f**k chicks that enjoys the beatings
Young Ike Turners, disco infern-ers
Concentratio camp, nobody turn up
I roll up a 'x' that came with kits
Leave you with "Nightmares" Dana Dane was with (niiight-marrres)
I can train yo' b***h, with a chain and whip
It, blow the block down while I change the clip

Yo, don't approach me wrong, little kids call me Smokey-mon
Cause the blunts that I light set off smoke alarms {*Beep Beep*}
And I stand on the corner 'til my coke is gone
Ni***z wanna get they ice picks, poke the don
But they know I got a gun big as Oprah's arm
And I know a old lady that'll choke they moms
A attitude, that's what I don't walk without
N***a I'ma time for it, you just talk about
Ic' is the man, and I never been to Japan
Got a Japanese b***h with my d**k in her hand
This is the plan, I'm about to get in the van
Go and get rid of the man, I done did it again
Skunk I blow, then off to the trunk I go
Pull the pump out slow, dump out fo'
I'm the n***a that the streets raised
I'm the n***a that'll make 3-ways outta n***a pj's
The n***a, that'll smack the s**t out the dj
If he don't give Icarus s**t a replay
Poker flush, y'all ni***z joke too much
And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we


First of all you gotta have balls unlike some who act hard
I was real ever since I shot out my pops black balls
I'm real, I can sense danger and tap calls
I'm real, I feel when haters wanna clap 'Mal
I look a n***a eye to eye when I speak
I'm transparent, I can see if you a killer or a freak
Or a b***h that'll do anything to get rich
Or a snitch that'll drop dime on the click
Or a fake, that'll rather see me at my wake
Or a Jake tryin to infilitrate, give me a case
I'm real like, b***h, get the f**k out my face
I'm real like let me stick my d**k in ya mouth, give you a taste
I'm a real n***a if I don't get no bigger
I'm five-five, still knockin out tall ni***z
We real ni***z plottin on dummies with tall figures
Real ni***z hands on forty caliber triggers
Bullets hummin, real like Redman's fifth comin..

Trigger Treach..
B******s blunts, buddhas bullets black gats is the lingo!
F**k a jolly jingle, old b*****s break for Bingo
Christmas time I crack yak and Kris with Kringle
Gettin funk from nymphos and scratch my nuts witcho' single
Who's the game scratcher minus the rap masters
Name is heyyy, with the gay(?) G after
My thugs on the street with the heat, listen to me
See them diamond D. M. Medallions, snatch! You give 'em to me
Mally G's a part of me, Icky slips his ownself mickies
In crowded armories, f**k with Redman you're a dead man at the robbery
You'll be [?] Adebisi greasy put him on to me, f**k that
I'm a throwin flames fanatic, bashin brains come at it
Beat you with the s**t that they used to frame the attic
Your skank-a** go voo-doo, poodle-wig wearin rashy
Rusty and trusty, musty-wack-nasty

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