Malpractice

Hey man, hey man, yeah go 'head with that man
Just rhymin over here man
Hey go 'head, go get drunk nigga
Ayyy, go smoke yo' weed nigga
Yo, go drink yo' forty motherfuckaaaah
It's Brick City dawgs over here
We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don..

[D-Don]
It's bone-afficial my nizzle
D-Don got issues, and a type team that dismiss you
Oh boy! I gets more +Chips+ than +Ahoy!+
I got toys that deploy, I just aim and destroy
I keeps it gully in a bonafide skully
I ain't never had a hit but still get props like Nelly
I'm platinum in streets I got, love in the streets
And I'm more underground than your, basement concrete
Braids in my hair, gold still in my teeth
Still, bringin the beef if you're, bringin me grief
I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two
Cock my shit back and let off on your whole crew
I'm Brick City baby twenty-fo'/seven
A project nigga that's, tryin to see heaven
I done ran through hell with gasoline drawers on (AOWW!)
I'm the portrait of a hustler, and once again it's on
I still got money buried in my back yard
I'm Bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don
My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod
And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song

[Pacewon]
Yo.. we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars
Kids wild wave at you and smile you feel large
like they cut, and you got the power to heal scars
Never down cause the underground crown is still large
See I rap for a livin, probably rap 'til I die
If you dope, where you been at? Your raps is a lie
I'm all real, the one, the raw deal
Do tour, come home, do a flick for four mill'
What the hardcore heads on the block would call ill
Never catch me at the ball-out spot with small bills
Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways
When I spit niggaz cough up blood for two days
Never catch me with material girls, they fugaz'
Rather bounce with a short chickenhead in blue shades
'Til the day I'm rich like Bruce Wayne
I'ma kick raps like pimps blew game
Ridin through your block with six new chains on
Pullin over droppin H-bombs
No doubt I got it locked Sanford Ave. to Penn Station
Chancellor to Central a thousand men waitin

[Chorus - 2X w/ minor variations]
Jersey that's whassup (whassup yo?)
You heard me light the Dutch (smokin weed)
Rock on like what the fuck (what the fuck?)
Jersey that's whassup, Brick City

[Roz]
Fuckin with me is a close call out of my crew
Don't try it I fuckin roast y'all, you and your co-stars
Next up to bat, I done had enough of cats
Blast tracks like what the fuck was that?
Roz spit rawness
State to state, hood streets and block corners
Rhymes hold so much weight, the feds on us
Lot of niggaz didn't wanna see me last
But I won't stop just slow down like Easy Pass
Back up and give the R room
Or we gon' brawl worse than cartoons in bar rooms
In my city they don't pop they collar
Cats that do, get shot drop and holla
I'm from the B-R-I, C-K-S
And my, squad is hot, any beef they bless
Any, squad that test gon' meet they death
Ask yourself, do you really need that stress?

[Shooga Bear]
Aiyyo, I project my voice so it's right in the crowd
There's a sign at the door, no bitin allowed
Plus the blows that I throw bring a light in the sound
So whoever want the drama I'm invitin them now
Phenomenal shit, spit 'til my abdominal split
Plus combined lines so minds demolish a click
Still burn MC's like Everclear, never fear
With razor sharp skills so ill they, sever ears
Hard to the roots a hundred proof with no chaser
Scarves and some boots a hundred troops with chrome bangers
Now rock with me, I spray blocks with glock fifties
Still when I spit I flip like Spock sent me
And never gave a fuck what a rapper grossed
But if they, brag and boast I'ma clap the toast
Y'all can analyze this, watch me paralyze clicks
And sabotage y'all, I ain't a fan of y'all shit

[Chorus]

[Double O]
I'm a nasty ass disease, and now I got ya mouth celibate
I'm a direct descendant of Hannibal's elephants
That's word to mother, them damn jokes is over
You gon' run your mouth like a motor 'til I fuck up the rotor
It's Double O again, still runnin, still gunnin
It's like I got a cast-iron dick, I'm still cummin
Talkin that killer shit like you blood raw
And ain't even did ten minutes in the back of a squad car
Be big niggaz to they weak, I'm true to the streets
Y'all niggaz is half-assed like one booty cheek
I'm (??), y'all is Swiss Miss
My camp'll make your army pull back like a slipped disc
It be the Bricks again, with me with them steel rods
It ain't right unless Shane, Tariq, and Raouf Nayim is involved
I did ery'thang from robberies to dope
And y'all just lie about it, like it's a big-ass joke
Playin like kids, I think you want me to spank you
Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankle
And if you niggaz don't like what I say
I'm in Newark on Market and Hasley e'ry fuckin day

[Redman]
Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, sip yo' liquor
Yo Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga
Yo Brick City muh'fucka..

Somebody stole my mojo! yo, once again..
Soopaman luva flyin through the fuckin sky
I'm lookin for my mojo, i'm fried chinky-eyed
My cape is still tore up, but i make a lil' money
I'm like ace ventura, duckin my landlord
The land of the poor, where i handle my biz
I got a weed spot on the block hannibal live
Pokemon on the pipe, rudolph the deer red-nose
Glow in the night, when his nose gettin right
I pimp snow and vanna white on the hoe stroll
Dr. ruth on e, sippin old gold
Mr. t on crack, mohawk cornrow
In south park with the chef, in the stolen ford
I'm lookin for my mojo, where it at?
Got a apb on it dawg, where it at?
I ran into cita, from bet
She said, "man is a nigga, that's fast on the trigger
I thought he was you, when we had the party for two
My girlfriend said the same, majority rules"
Damn!! who takin my women?
Who takin my chickens around thanksgiving? now that's pimpin!
Called my man meth and bishop don juan
He smokin a blunt, other sippin sean don
He said it ain't the game, but how you play it
So i can't hate the game, so i'm dyin to play it
Now i'm back in the air, ready to put my smack down
I'm searchin for the impostor to pat down
I'm urgin to put the glock up and clap rounds
It's curtains like jimmy hoffa, he not found
So ride on me, try homey
Your plan'll fail like the acme kit from coyote
Now i'ma find the bastard that stole my juice
Soopaman part five, in your archives

[singers]
I'm yo soopaman baby, that's who i am
Flyin through the air, without a care
I'm high as hell blazin, that cali weed (kryptonite for life)
That kryptonite bud, that sticky green
I'm yo' soopaman (he's yo' soopaman) i'm yo' soopaman
I'm yo' soopaman (whoaaa yea yea yea yea) i'm yo' soopaman
I'm yo' soopaman (he's high as hell for life)
I'm yo' soopaman (that cali weed)
I'm yo' soopaman (kryptonite baller)
I'm yo' soopaman (sticky green)

{*needle drags across the record*}

[adam f]
Here come the remaining beautiful people
And for all of you who survive, we hope you enjoyed the ride
2002 will see some new added features
Such as - the spinal spinning spiral splitter
And - the corkscrew cock cruncher
Plus, the fat fuckin bitch backslapper
And not forgetting - the one finger ringer
So, until next time boys and girls, goodbye!
Cunters journey home, toodaloo, ta ta - and fuck off!!
From the "rollercoaster malpractice"

[redman]
(red-man!) they done let me out
(red-man!) they done called my name
(red-man!) they done read the four chapters..
.. now i'm back, brick city, i've been born again
Master, hit the switch - igor, he's alive!!

Yo.. set it off
Set it off, yo yo yo
Let's start ridin, my flows bring the tide in
While john cochran break your pride in
I shacked up before you married up
Took the ring, pawned it for an acura
Doc, breakin the sound barrier
Hardcore bullet, fo'-fo' pull it
Got your camp runnin, used it for footage
Brick city suspects couldn't(?)
Yo, watch me leap through trees
Attackin sharks in the _deep blue sea_
Aim lock on, _goldeneye_
War in the snow storm, with double-oh on
U.k. blow your horns
Put you in, i.c.u., gettin blood drawn
Doc did it, off an adam f bomb
I move like robotron, turn the lights off!

.. girl she had a big fat ass
.. we smokin weed tonight, we smokin weed tonight, c'mon
What i want everybody to do right now
Is blow your motherfuckin horns
Louder, louder!!

[chorus: redman]
Yo, if you want that shit (that shit)
That hardcore rough shit (rough shit)
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin
If you want that shit (that shit)
That smoke and fuck a bitch shit
Motherfuckers, blow your horns
Then smash sumthin, crash sumthin

[redman]
Yo, yo yo, from hunger, to hungry, to hungriest
Pack two cannons by the pancreas
Your whole camp enlists, abandon ship
Push your knuckles up and dance with it
I'll shut down cops, steal they badges
Off of 'operation: kill da wabbit'
Ppp niggaz be jackin cabbage
Looked in the camera and pull the mask up
Laughin at ya, yeah i x'd you out
Somebody help him out with mouth to mouth
You to me son, what you talkin bout?
If your third eye look then i (?) it out
Bitches fuck me barely walkin out
For a thievin ass hoe (?) mark it out
It's one mo' body in the hall for now
Verbal assault killer, calm him down
I open fire, made you retire
Hung your shoes from a telephone wire
So when i ride by, i brag on it
Paragraphs flower, toe tags on it
I plant a bomb where you pick your mail up
It's bricks, so y'all hit the fallout shelter
Doc, niggaz, bitches, jump up
Criminals, hustlers, hoes, jump up

[chorus] - 2x

[icarus]
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

[scarface]
I be the street sweeper nigga
Quick to leave your whole block shook and shot at
From fuckin round with the mi-dack
Eleven, twenty-four, act 47
Fuck 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 shit stains
You're bitch-made, you ain't a gangsta you a sucker ass
These niggaz scared of your bark {*barkin*} but bitch i touch ass
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 shit to me
So bitch be more specific when you spit for me
"it ain't shit to me," you a hoe in fifth degree
A discharge from a dick disease
You lil' maggot, part time thug for a faggot
Plastic-ass chump, you don't want no static

[chorus: redman]
Real niggaz - louder
Real niggaz - louder, louder
Real niggaz - yo
Real niggaz..

[redman]
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 fuck 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 fuck 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' bitch, with a chain and whip
It, blow the block down while i change the clip

[icarus]
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
Niggaz 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
Nigga i'ma time for it, you just talk about
Ic' is the man, and i never been to japan
Got a japanese bitch with my dick 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 nigga that the streets raised
I'm the nigga that'll make 3-ways outta nigga pj's
The nigga, that'll smack the shit out the dj
If he don't give icarus shit a replay
Poker flush, y'all niggaz joke too much
And my gun got cancer, it smoke too much, we

[chorus]

[jamal]
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 nigga eye to eye when i speak
I'm transparent, i can see if you a killer or a freak
Or a bitch 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, bitch, get the fuck out my face
I'm real like let me stick my dick in ya mouth, give you a taste
I'm a real nigga if i don't get no bigger
I'm five-five, still knockin out tall niggaz
We real niggaz plottin on dummies with tall figures
Real niggaz hands on forty caliber triggers
Bullets hummin, real like redman's fifth comin..

[treach]
Trigger treach..
Bastards blunts, buddhas bullets black gats is the lingo!
Fuck a jolly jingle, old bitches 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, fuck with redman you're a dead man at the robbery
You'll be (?) adebisi greasy put him on to me, fuck that
I'm a throwin flames fanatic, bashin brains come at it
Beat you with the shit that they used to frame the attic
Your skank-ass go voo-doo, poodle-wig wearin rashy
Rusty and trusty, musty-wack-nasty