Redbull

RZA came and got me

This what I came to do come on

Ring the bell so it's time to eat

Brick Dog stash w**d inta AMI-seats

Bomb isdide the palm

Doc rock a wifebeater with me

Beatin my wife a** iron dawn

The font of my appartment built like the Klumps

To carry it I take the spear out the trunk

I stay hungry I ain't worked for days

That's why you see the pump when the curtains raise

Blast Don't panic

Do I gotta explain how

I tame and lock the rapgame single-handed

Hell nah I won't tell you son

If I find a wack ID I sell you one

Doc and Hot Nick Inspectah

My lecture's like Hannibal Lecture's

Where's the ketchup

Don't speak on it shut ya trap

I see ya whole crew yellow like mustardpacks

Ah woo Doc in my own zone

You say you got the rapgames on

But it's all wrong

I ride through ya hood in a Mr Softy-truck

Then pull a Mack out a box and smoke hoes

Yeah ya little f**ks

Gimme ya f**king money

Uhuh check it

I'm hotter than a hundred degrees with my coat on

Playing with a dynamitestick

Where did I go wrong

Somebody pull the fire along

When Jonny stomp

If ya lukewarm leavin ya clothes and boots torn

Pro's and con's megabomb's and so-on's

By arid actions try MC's to get their roll on

First issue got issues

What is hiphop to Hot Nickles

It's like Funk Docter's snot tissues word

Look at my hand and get the third

Finger out ya earhole like: F**k what you hear

Now that's what I call harcore let's act fool

Mr Fix-It like Handyman I pack tool

I been shitty I'm from the veils of the city

And just because my outfit

Match don't make me pretty

Baggy Dun Gurees dick need room to breathe

In a room full of crackers I might cut the cheese

Ain't no rules to the game

If it hit we ain't planned

In your business like EPMD So What You Sayin'

You codesignin that bullshit yo man trying

Chaka chaka cha-ta tatat

Slugs flying

Yo ya

Check the code echos from magazines to the big screen

Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream

Kids fiend from the urban to sub-urban

Roll upon me thirstin like: Hey hey

Mister Dream-Merchant

We roll longer than dice in a casino

Silo in the 4 5 or 6 with double 0

Behind the tinted windows I lay low

On some hydro trying to slide from the 5-0

But now I get wild similar to Ol' Dirty

On third time fellon just hit with over 30

No worries style have em so thirsty

First degree heats are quitting on me

Cold turkey no mercy

I bring the pain of a hundred migraines

But a thousand shouting my name that's why I came

But first bring the cashburst then the outburst

My surroundsound pound ya ear like curse

I flex muslce outside I find a next hustle

Trouble with ya here and face the TEC-muscle

Even the best buckle win

I take it to the exteme

It gets ugly but it's what a ni**a do to get cream

This life

Redbull - Wu Tang Clan