REDBULL

RZA came and got me, this what I came to do, come on I'ma ring the bell, so it's time to eat Brick dog, stash weed in the Omni seats Bomb isdide the palm, Doc back a wife beater wit me beatin my wife ass ironed on The front, my pump 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 Blow! Don't panic, do I gotta explain how I tameed and locked the rap game single handed? Hell No!! I won't tell you son, if I find a wack idea, I'll sell you one Doc and Hot Nicks, Inspecta, my lectures like Hannibal Lectures Where's the ketchup? Don't speak on it, shut ya trap I see ya whole crew yellow like mustard packs I, oooh, Doc in my own zone You say you got the rap game sewn, but it's sawn wrong I ride thru ya hood in a Mr. Softy truck Then pull a Mack out a box and smoke cones, yeah You little fucks, Gimme ya fucking money A yo, I wanna shout out all my niggas Uptown, all my niggas in BK Queens, Nigga that's the heart right there Jersey niggas, Philly guangsters, know what I mean Niggas don't know, I lotta stories came out of Philly, VA of course It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby Uhuh, check it, I'm hotter than a hundred degrees wit my coat on Playin wit a dynamite stick, where did I go wrong? Somebody pull the fire alarm when Jonny storm If ya luke warm, leavin ya clothes and boots on Pros and cons, mega bombs and so ons My evidence inspires mc's to get they roll on First dis, you got issues, what is hip hop to Hot Nickles? It's like Funk Docta Spock tissue, word Look at my hand and get the third Finger out your ear hole like “fuck what you heard” Now, that's what I call hardcore, let's act fool Mr. Fix It, like handyman, I pack tool I been shitty, I'm from the bowels of the city And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty Baggy dungurees, dick need room to breath In room full of crackers, I might cut the cheese Ain't no rules to the game, if it is, we ain't playin In yo business like EPMD, so what you sayin Yo cosignin that bullshit yo man tryin, slugs flyin Shout out to everyboby that come to the shows, know what I mean? Smoking blunts, getting nice, pullin heists We on the run from police, know what i mean, in the hall shootin dice Everybody all invited, all my that's been comin to the lobby We recognize that Yo, yo, check the Kodak pose for magazines to the big screens Four wheel machines like your wiz scream, kids fiend From the urban to suburban, roll up on me thirstin Like “hey, hey, Mr. DreamMerchant” We roll longer than dice in a casino C-lo, in the 4, 5 or 6 wit double zeros Behind the tinted windows, I lie low On some hydro, tryin to slide from the 5-0 For now get wild, similar to old Dirty On third time felon just hit wit over thirty No worry style, have 'em so thirsty First to reheat you quitin on me cold turkey, no mercy I bring the pain of a hundred migraines Pull a thousand shoutin my name, that's why I came But first bring the cash first, then the outburst My surround sound pound ya ear like Javon Keres I flex muslce outside I find a next hustle Trouble wit ya hearing, face the Teck muscle Even the best fucka when takin to the extreme It gets ugly but it's what a nigga do to get cream It's like warehousing shit, feel me? I like to look at my beefs like a muthafucka go to a big museum and shit And all them shits is like, layed out on some bombs, you feel me We recognize that, real recognize real It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby A yo, pass that man, yeah, let's get high man How Wally said “It's just a hobby that I picked up in the lobby”