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1. _ No Guest List
[ keith murray ]
Yo, hey yo, i step out the shell like a black pearl
But come to destroy you of all worlds
I eat you inside out like stress
The best, i never lose a rhyme contest
While troublesome black rolls flows
Bleed internal external like a bloody nose
Props grow like crops
Desert boot clarks wit no socks
Parking space killer stay out my lot
You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name
I take it out your ass and charge it to the game
I battle with words, go to war with ideas
You defeat me never in a million years
The factor of the rapture
Is that you either get killed, wound, or captured
They shoot you up so bad til the end you fought
But then you got caught up in my final thought
Nigga
Miss thing, there is no guest list tonight (sampled)
[ redman ]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I get on the mic like badoobedut kick roundhouse
You the tightest motha fucka let me find out
When i pull mines out
I could gaffle mr. keebler for all his chips ahoy out the chalk town house
Give you static like your mixer got the ground out
Hug you wit my hands in your grandmas pouch
Im down south wit outkast wit pounds out
Wicked enough to throw the gun in james bond mouth
You know e and keith when we brawl
I be in more hoods than that big fork and spoon on your kitchen wall
And overall, on yall a protocal
My style is kabal, finish him
For the benjamins
Fools call me the grinch
Cause i punch you in your face christmas on two fifth
While the cops watch the jamaican hide pot
When i stomp i leave the shoe size of sasquatch
Miss thing there is no guest list tonight
[ erick sermon ]
Yo, yo
Its e the assassin antonio banderas
Catch a few of my enemies by the bodegas
So face it, some of yall should go back to basics
Before the prom, before sissy spacik
Reevaluate whats right for you
From the start or was it something you wanted to do fucker
I dig a hole so deep you cant return
And hear about the episode on howard stern
Im born wit heart i blast ya
Hit ya wit the fishing deep water and take your yacht master
Playing me one time thats unforgivin
I got a body one count and we aint bullshittin
We be thick in the mix, milk wit quik
In the business i work every circuit
Im bigger, better, and deafer
So however, wherever, whenever, heffer
Miss thing there is no guest list tonight ( 4x )
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2. _ Ride Wit Us
[ keith murray ]
Ride wit me, yeah yeah
Ride wit me (def squad)
Roll down your windows and ride wit me (uptown)
[ def squad and too short ]
Ride wit us
Bitch ride wit us
Ride wit us
Roll up your windows and ride wit us
[ too short ]
Lets smoke this oakland indoe
Dont roll down the window
Start the car
We aint going too far
You know that big bootied girl you always fuckin wit
She got a sister i really wanna get
Some georgia girls from college park
You already fucked when we get that started off
Park in the driveway, it wont take long
Do it like that it goes on and on
You know this the kind of shit i know you want
E made the beat let me show you somethin
Quite a few haters want to see us played out
But we got the formula to get payed now
You cant stand in the way of success
We got the same job but you make much less
I remember how it used to be, before we had crack
If you had a few hundred in your pocket that was fat.
[ chorus- def squad ]
If you feel like smokin then
Ride wit us
Hop the train with no token then
Ride wit us
And if you dont give a fuck then
Ride wit us
Roll down your windows and ride wit us
And if you got five on it then
Ride wit us
And if you aint fake niggas then
Ride wit us
And if your crew pull triggas then
Ride wit us
Roll up your windows and ride witus
[ kieth murray ]
Aiyyo, i lick two shots thats heard all around the world
Check how a forty and a blunt can take a nigga girl
Like e.f. hunting, dont say nothin, im haunting
On the micaphone its the eve of destruction
As the world goes around like passion
You get flattened in an orderly fashion
You was warned like a coming attraction
I got playa hated, felt liberated
Put him on the burner cause the nigga violated
We scamper like guard dogs through the fog
If you feel like you wanna hop, leap like a frog
The sergeant general get busy chief
The fastest way to spell rhyme relief is keith
I leave you assed out like a cocaine drought
Hey yo can i get a witness like andre krouch
Niggas need to stop frontin
Bitches need to stop stuntin
Cause they know fuck well they cant stop my production
[ chorus ]
[ redman ]
I got the forty acres without the fuckin mule
Doc ike turner givin mics audio abuse
I smack a big mouth bitch, and her babysitter
And her lesbian friend, and that nigga wit her
I dont give a fuck, i smack blood out a midget
My tactics make evil d say come on kick it
A black five wit rims, what you can spot me in
Wanna die i snatch you like doc kevokian
So turn the beat up
While narcs got me on sweep up
Im lucky i usually tote more gunz than peter
I fuck you up to where your forehead will cut meat up
You wanna box, i square more than matt asenerina
Backstabbing bitches and niggas eat a dick
Cause you never heard the doc do (nothin like this) {sung}
Backstabbing bitches and niggas eat a dick
Cause you never heard the doc do (nothin like this) {sung}
[ chorus ]
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3. _ Can You Dig It?
(e dub)
It's erick sermon, no need for those to guess yall
I confess, ya'll, when i spit the yiggy yes yall
I gotcha, when that groove hit, no stoppin ya
Tear the club up like three 6 mafia
I'm real, react when it's time to peel
Step, if you want it, come get it, come wid it, what the deal?
Yo dog, i roll tight in my stinkin lincoln
With black frame, grey interior with the wood grain
And two stash boxes, for the funds and guns
I don't own an uzi, but my 9 weights a ton
Kid, we be the mos' deffest, no squad can catch us
We takin the, drastic measures to fulfill the pleasures
(funk doc)
When i turn one hundred and eight, with wrinkles in my face
My name will still be in debates about who was great
I make you tie your lace two times when i create
Cause when i begin to get slick, i sweat quaker state
We three the hard way, tight like little jamal's face
You offers, i walk through your church without no parlay
Or permits, fuck your white picket fence
I'm from the hood, keepin it tinsel, 17 inch
I'm strictly convinced, yall puss
Flippin crack, save that
I kepp my money stacked, ghetto diplomat style
Order it now, no refunds
I'm like a clib with jums
I move crack fiends with different vowels
Even technicians can't repair the mic i spit on
I'm too underground to dance with that shiny shit on
<callin all cars>, naah, call national guards and trucks
And their weapons better be big as fuck!
<keith murray>
Ay yo, the three of us together is incredible
Like a miracle, finally i get to move it up a few decimals
Unquestionable, unconscionable to the mental
Not that happy dappy shit that you're use to
I got the skunky funky illest funk flow
For the glamorous, scandalous world of radio
And pimpin ain't dead, ya'll niggas just scared
To smack a ho, and make that tramp get up out there
Oh yeah, i heard your new shit is garbage
Bastard, lookin like you just stepped out of a casket
I get stupid, dumb, illiterate when i'm killin it
Real legitamate, bitches gettin intimate
In nineteen hundred and ninety eight
We gonna set a whole lotta different shit straight
You suckas, no good, insecure back barnyard sewer rat eatin motherfuckers!
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4. _ Full Cooperation
[interlude]
Yeah, yo, def squad, full cooperation on this one yo, total concentration
Wassup wit these cats out there?, i don't think they figured, son
I don't think they hear you son, ha ha
[keith murray]
Now first but not least you will respect keith, lay a nigga down
Like a doo-rag in some grease, you must be crazy tryin to play me
I been dedicated since king tut the third baby
Lyrical chemist rhyme minister, diminished you for the benefit
Then continue to kill shit for the fuck of it, i see y'all been writin
Still bitin, still lookin lame, half y'all niggaz still soundin the same
I'm excitin when live on stage, when receiting in lighting, frightening
Lightning
Throwin thunder in chain, when i first came, i gave birth to a million mc's
In the game, who should all carry my last name
And i'm gonna get you sucka like damon wayans, and fame like jermaine
Bring pain and novacaine, okay y'all lil monkeys wanna play?
My squadron brings the art of war the correct way (okay!)
Chorus 2x
Chorus
I need your full cooperation and total attention
There's a few things i'd like to mention, these rappers out here swear they're
So appealing i, step to your business and hurt your feelings
[erick sermon]
Okay, well thinkin it's okay to rhyme that way, you'll be p.o.w., m.i.a.
And i'm seven steps ahead of you, five from eternity
An all that shit you kick just don't concern me, i separate the dead from
The chump, ask a nigga blunt, "yo, how many lumps you want?"
So flavorous you could taste it, so hardcore i wrote this layin on the floor
In the basement, my style ain't no walk in the park, got mainstream mc's
Scared to rhyme after dark, an there ain't no half-steppin
I'm reppin like a nuclear weapon, manifestin the immaculate conception
Lyrically i rape an mc like sodomy, add tragedy, to your odessy
For battle reservations call 1-900-squad, frontin on us
Is like frontin on god
Chorus
[redman]
Now when we take it there, these three niggas in the square
My squad hangs out like fourhundred pounds in braziers
My deathrow allines, bein signed then aligned to electric
So it clear like a chair in texas, hot, approach wit extreme caution
No horsin around when my squad abortion a sound
Our crew's like smokey off sokey, even little bo peep, your style is weak
Guard your rollie, wit all the ice in it, i snatch the ice out and put a price
Out
Cop a benz, put my mom in it, as long as i'm alive i'mma keep the vibe
24-7, 365
Chorus 2x
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5. _ Check N' Me Out
<redman>
If i gotta go out, i'm goin out "full metal jacket" style
Reverse suicide to do or die
I'm broke, i lost my deal, my car, my brawl
And me and my landlord, we at war for the rent
Yo e and keith, it's time to rob and steal
See that first national bank? i'm showin my grill
Fuck a mask and a glove, i'm worldwide for drugs
Turn the tv on, that's me on america's
Most wanted, for most blunted
That tricky shit you did, i done it
We rock gear for deer huntin
When we do jobs, me and my dogs ready to get it
Snatch you out the five series like i'm winnin the pennant
Even at 112 degrees, sky's the limit
Sodomized the style till you idolized the finish
Sucker emcees get stuck too, fuck you
And if you blink, im 'a show you shit i be up to
Cause if the shit gets thick, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if you actin all that, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if we lose our jobs, (we stick a motherfucker)
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo yo, yo, (we stick a motherfucker)
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo yo, yo
I know you niggas checkin me out, ha ha ha, yo
I know you niggas checkin us out, ha ha
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo
<e dub>
Who want the source, the e got 65 mics
So i guess, i got shit that motherfuckers like
Some rappers, they choose to be disobedient
Dummies, advance your skills from intermediate
I'm suave with it, my rhyme i play with it
I cut the style up, and dj with it
Can you help me? ask bill bellamy what's the jam of the week
When he speak, it be something i freak
Who gives a fuck, i show and prove, i got juice
Drop my drawers and let mt balls hang loose
The green eyed bandit, shuts it down quickly
Taking care of business, since strictly
Cats talk behind my back, i get heated
And bust a shot from my clk two seated
The squad do work quick fast in a hurry
Me, eric serm, funk doctor spot and keith murray
Cause if the shit gets thick, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if you actin all that, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if we lose our jobs, (we stick a motherfucker)
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo yo, yo (we stick a motherfucker)
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo
I know you niggas checkin me out, ha ha, yo
I know you niggas checkin us out, ha ha
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo yo
<keith murray>
Now if your bitch is paging me you best check your bitch
And if your bitch is in my whip you best check your bitch
And if your bitch is on my dick, nigga check your bitch
And if my clique fucks your bitch, nigga check your bitch
Ay yo, i'm sly as a fox, smooth as hennessy over the rocks
Knock you out your boots, lodge you out your socks
I see you checkin me out, you felt it
When i stepped in rockin gators and electic blue velvet
I see you checkin me out through the corner of your eye
You deny, but yo, you ain't got to lie!
You check me out till your eyes get sore
But that's alright playboy, cause that's what i'm here for
Check how i get biz
Me and the microphone is like the junkyard dog in the somethin somethin
Violated, reinstated, genuinely illated
You're belated, you'll be checkin me out till the day i'm creamated
I keep you heavily sedated
Illified, illustrated
The original juice, not from concentrated
From up north to midwest to west coast to down south
No doubt, keep checkin us out
Cause if the shit gets thick, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if you actin all that, (we stick a motherfucker)
And if we lose our jobs, (we stick a motherfucker)
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo yo, yo (we stick a motherfucker)
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo yo
I know you niggas checkin me out, ha ha, yo
I know you niggas checkin us out, ha ha
I know you niggas checkin me out, yo, yo yo
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6. _ Y'all Niggas Ain't Ready
Turn my mic up son
Turn my mic up son
Y'all niggas ain't ready
Yo yo, e, how's the kite
Rippin' the mic, hardcore, keepin' it tight
Sho nuff, roll thick, come, my squad be tough
And i take no shit cuz i had enough
Who makes the dough, don't act like y'all don't know
Got things y'all cats never seen before
Ask your hoe, the e go cash to blow
Get it, spend it, with it, fast or slow
Where my dogs at *growls*, hold it down
At the 5-5-9 of the underground (what, what)
Hate me i don't care
Cuz i been figured out that life ain't fair
So i'm doin' it on my own
If i need some help, i'll call tyrone (say word, word)
Def squad, makin' ends
Next year comes 'round, gon' do it again
Y'all niggas ain't ready (4x)
Turn my mic up some (4x)
Yo, when the sun goes down here comes the moon
Doc let the wolf out, tear the roof out
Def squad general bring your whole account
I got it in the couch, we can brawl
I clock the squeal, make your block feel
Like hot mills on your chest when the cock still
You know, wavin' the fo' with big
Do you know when you fall like bowling pins, huh
Yo, let my dog loose *growls*
You can't unloose if i came full proof
Worldwide tear, ???
Dope shit, i'm surprised how i do that there
D-o m-o, it's to put the slug nose to your ceo, then blow
If it gets thick, i doubt it
Long as def squad be about it, clubs stay crowded
Y'all niggas ain't ready (4x)
Turn my mic up some (4x)
Yo, how come anonymously, i ka-pow
Rock the rough crowd, me, reggie, biggie e and the ???
Smokin' in the streets covered by black clouds
Hard to the core, with the pow and the wow
Take it to the streets like a thug sippin' sud
Show 'em some love before they rip up the club
Catalistic, disaster, catastrophic
Superistic, super-charged, mcs at large
Definition of tradition, before description
Make a nigga go broke, can't pay attention, listen
We built this empire on rap alone
When the battle and the war, never get the throne
Y'all niggas ain't ready (4x)
You're listening to the sounds of wdef radio, def squad radio
Where nasty nudge, the big mouth
Still in charge and still fuckin' your man while you bitches ain't around
Y'all niggas ain't ready
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7. _ Countdown
[erick sermon]
For she's perhaps quite clever
On the mic, i'm wizard, call me chris webber
Scary, wise, i'm way past terror
I make like jay-z, then roc-a-fella
Rock 'em out the club
Then buy 'em a bottle of champagne
From the bar compliments of e-dub
I be the one to cause the confusion
Twist your mind to pieces
Make ya think i'm losin'
Yeah, niggaz try to provoke me
But, i'm a tower god
So, there ain't no hope
Bitches like dope e
So, i resume, if they step
I buck-a-shot like i'm black moon
Let me ask you's, y'all feel that like erykah
Control the states and make a def america
My styles legit, peep the steez a bit
It's official, like a licensed .45 pistol
Word to the preacher's wife
I got the power to annoy ya
And keep them shiesty folks on point
I'm the butler, servin' mc's
Because i love to
N-o, quote, you're a customer
[redman]
I put you in your right mind and frame
I de-rail tracks and rappers like doc designed the train
All aboard with the def squad, if you can hang
My name be precise range, when i aim, i flame
Fuck a gun, when i was twelve, i was bustin' 'em
Young, just wanna have fun, like little just' and 'em
But, doc never trusted them hoes, double crossed me
Foes, i take it to the nigga, started you hustlin'
Whether it be weed, dope or coke
My athlete flow make doc show, soak his toes
Make niggaz bow down, when i'm drunk off gold crown
Pull out the pound, bust off my ro-ro-ro-round
Jump out a tree, land on your neck
From the moment you start pumpin' redman in your deck
You be like damn, that's what i ride for
If i apply more pressure, it'll snow on july fourth
Son spark the spliff, bark the fifth
The tracks make acrobats lose their arch and shit
If you came to brawl, we love to get involved
My squad lickin' hard for all white people to jawl
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Mc's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can, i'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not, i'll turn around and say forget it
[keith murray]
Yeah, nobody rock harder than this
Closed jaw, stoned face, mic extremist
And, i doubt it
You could kiss my ass and make a love song about it
Cause, i'm 'bout it and their livin' without it
Yeah, wantin' to battle with me, as hard as it gets
Get niggaz in jail watchin' soul train
Turn off the tv, lyrical vet
Flippin' twenty-six letters of the alphabet
You talk shit, you deserve what you get
I'm heart-throb, leave you dead as a door-knob
Not a hip-hop cop and not down with the mobb
Capable of handlin' multiple responsibilities
Simultaneously, with communication capabilities
From high-class to mid-class to low and greedy
I will instantaneously bust an mc
The non-forgetter, hit you with the one hitter, quitter
And make you exercise your shit up, nigga
[jamal]
These niggaz is ridin' dick like rodeo, their homos
Who wanna toe-to-toe, fuck the studio flow
Def squad click, a thug nigga, chug a lot of liquor
.45 slug sender, half spreader, cash getter
Represent for the real gangsters and drug dealers
Know half your little rap and i'm cappin' and slappin' niggaz
Same niggaz takin' this squad shit for a joke
Pull the pistol 'bout to smoke, they choke, blood spill at the pope
Their cowards, gettin' rained on like a shower
Live form nyc, e, red keepin' me, mally g
Master the ceremonial, off the meat rack
Call you weak, keep gats, pandemonium
Phony tough tony ones, we dip dip die in the place
House, that was some hardcore rap
Realer than black, black baseball bats and black gats
'bout to black out on all you wack cats
[chorus x2: pmd]
Mc's it's the final countdown
You look tired can you go the round
If you can, i'll slap your hands and give you credit
If not, i'll turn around and say forget it
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8. _ Def Squad Delite/rapper's Delite
[redman]
I said a hip hop the hippie
The hippie to the hip hip a hop and ya don't stop
A rock on baby bubba to the boogety bang
Bang the boogie to the boogety beat
Now what'chu hear is not a test i'm a rappin to the beat
It's just me the groove and my squad we gonna try to move your feet
See i am the doctor spoc and i'd like to say hello
A to the black to the white the red and the brown
The purple and yellow
Well, first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie to
Bang bang boogie let's rock you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock
Now, so far you heard my voice a but i brought 2 friends along
And next on the mic is my man e come on e sing that song
[erick sermon]
Well i'm imp the dip the ladies pimp
The womens fight for my delight
Cuz im the grandmaster with the 3 mcs
That shocked ya house for the young ladies
And when ya come inside into the front
And you do the freak spank and you do the bump
An when a sucka mcs tryin to prove a point
They trust this trio and wit a serious joint
And from sun to sun and from day to day
I sit back and write a brand new rhyme
Because they say that lyricals never cease
I created a devastated masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist
Everybody! i said it goes like this
See i was comin home late one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she heard stories and she heard fables
That i mrs. on the mic and the turntables
This young reporter i did adore
Start rockin through this rhyme like i never did before
She said damn fly guy i'm in love wit'chu
Said that casanova led ya musta been true
I said by the way baby what's your name?
She said i go by the name of lois lane
And you could be my boyfriend you truly can
Just let me cut my boyfriend called superman
I said he's a fairy i do suppose
Flyin through the air in pantyhose
He may be very sexy or even cute
But he look like a sucka in a blue & red suit
I said i need a man who got finesse
And his whole name across his chest
He may be able to fly all through the night
But he can't rock a party through the early light
He can't satisfy you with his little worm
But i can bust you out with my supersperm
I go do it - i go do it - i go do it - do it - do it
And i'm here and i'm there
And i'm big bad e and i'm everywhere
So just throw your hands up in the air
And party hard like you just don't care
And just do it and don't stop y'all
A tick a tock y'all and ya don't stop
It goes ho-tel, mo-tel what'cha gonna do today(say wha'?)
I'm gonna get a fly girl, i'm gonna get some spankin'
Drive off with a def oj
Everybody go, ho-tel, mo-tel hoilday inn(say wha'?)
I say if your girl start actin' up
Then you take her friend
I say skip, dive what can i say?
I can't fit 'em all inside my oj
So i just take half and bust 'em out
And leave the rest to master gee
So he can shock the house!
[keith murray]
Well i'm the m - a - s - the t - e - r a g with the double e
I said i go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the keith murray
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin down in history
As the baddest rapper there ever could be
Now i'm feelin the highs and your feelin the lows
The beat start gettin into your soul
You start snappin your fingers and stompin your feet
And moving your body to the shore shot beat
And then damn! you start doin the freak
I mean damn! right outta your seat
And then you throw your hands high in the air
Your rockin to the beat and shake your derriere
Your rockin to the beat without a care
'cause the shore shot mcs from the affair
Now i'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But i rap to the beat just the same
I gotta slim face and a pair of brown eyes
All i'm here to do ladies is hypnotize
I said a on and a on an on on an on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said a on and a on an on on an on
Like a hot butta pop ta pop hippie hippie pop ta pop pop
You don't dare stop
Come alive y'all and gimme what'chu got
I guess by now that you can take a hunch
And find that i, am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, i still keep it strive
Cuz all i'm made to do is wiggle your behind
An sing a on and a on an on on an on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said a on and a on an on on an on
Rock, rock y'all, and get on the floor
I'm gonna freak you here, i'm gonna freak you there
I'm gonna freak you out of this atmosphere
Cuz i'm one-of-a-kind, i shocked your mind
Look what they did gee, no diggity about your behind
I said a one, two, three, four
Come on girls a-get on the floor
Come alive y'all and gimme what'chu got
Cuz i'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said a one, two, three, four
Tell me dr. spoc what are you waitin' for?
[redman]
I said a hip hop the hippie to tha hippie the hip hip a hop
An ya don't stop a rockin to the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogety beat
Skippity we bopp we rock a scooby doo
A guess what america we love you
Cuz you rock & you roll with a so much soul
A you could rock till you 101 years old
I don't mean to brag i don't mean to post
But def squads like butter on ya breakfast toast
A rock it out a baby bubba a baby bubba to the boogety
Bang bang the boogie to the beat beat
It's so unique come on everybody
Let's dance to the beat
Have you ever went over a friend house to eat
And the food was just no good?
I said the macaroni's sour, the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
I said you try to play it off, like you thinkin' you can
By sayin' that chu're full
And then your friend says, mom, he's just bein' polite
He ain't finished, uh-uh, thats bull!
So your heart start pumpin' and you think of a lie
And you say that you arleady ate
And then your friend says, man, there's plenty of food
So he piles some more on your plate
And while the stinky food's steamy
Your mouth starts a-dreamin' of the monent it's time to leave
And then you look at your plate, and your chicken's slowly rottin'
And the somethin' that look like cheese
Then you say, that's it, i got to leave this place
I don't care what these people think
I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous
With this ug-ly food that stinks
So you bust out the door, while it's still close
Still sick from the food you ate
And then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle uh kaopectate
And then you call your friend a two weeks later to see how he has been
And he says i understand about the food, baby bubba
But we're still friends
A wit a hip hop the hippie to tha hippie the hip hip a hop
You don't stop a rockin to the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogety beat
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9. _ The Game
(keith murray)
We be's hard to the core, sleepin' on the floor,
Step on stage, the fly girls adore,
With the wicked rhymes that you never heard before
The lyrical lexicon, matador's metaphor...
(redman)
I be like, yes-yes y'allin, to the life beatin,
The funk-diggy doc be comin' through non-sweetened,
The 7-g steven, i give you 10 minutes of that high-powered shit
Til your heart stops beatin...
(erick sermon)
??? 's the new member, flows tight, lethal,
Scarin' those like i made the scream 2 sequel
Still the grandmaster with the two mc's
Def squad, keith murray, and the r-e-d...
(keith murray)
And it don't make sense going against -
I got too many styles, e got too much experience,
Now you can swim or sink or jerk to think
Or you could freshen up or let your dirty-ass stink,
I don't give a fuck...
(redman)
Wagga, wagga, wagga...
Now why you tryin' to get funky like my name big bub,
I'm from the def squad nigga, so show me some love,
When i spit, i grab the dick, i'm like puff
I can't stop until i'm in helicopter cockpits...
(erick sermon)
Ain't that right, e-dub the top civilian, humble,
With about sixteen million, stay hard rock
Like if i was charles dutton, if you got balls to test, then yo,
Push the button...
(keith murray)
Yo, push comes to shove, we rise above,
And stay dedicated to rap like ghetto love,
People gettin' mad from the money we makin',
But they've been playahatin' since days of rollerskatin'...
(redman)
Yo what's yo name digga, comin' through non-stop,
I be that nigga fuckin' your girlfriend on your block
And when i bust that 360 degrees, i'm not busta
But put your hands where i can see...
(erick sermon)
Can't be faded, me and my squad is r-rated,
Hear my boys rockin' to somethin', you can bet i made it,
If not, confiscate it, it's like fake, it wasn't made by me,
Red - show'em who you be...
(redman)
Oh, it's my turn to burn, to wax again,
It be's that nigga robbin' your crib with the mack-10
With my nigga e-dub, causin' troub', murder ya like o.j.
With the fuckin' same glove...
(keith murray)
And it-ain't-no half-steppin', shit,
We gets to rappin' like a nuclear weapon,
And y'all don't blow up, and we always do,
Take our advice, and y'all could blow up too
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10. _ Say Word
[ keith murray ]
Its the return of the lyrical lunatic
Still kickin rough shit
What you say? ill slap your stank ass bitch
I shake and build my craft like an architect
Teflon style rhymes be gortex
With the highness of the ruler on my cock
All this over hip and the hop bullshit gon stop
It be keith not bill
Murray not sweat
Your polotics be politically incorrect
We keep it hot like sauce
Flows be definite like well of course
Def squad go off a rough course
You weak wack niggas cant do me none
Five hundred radian height i run wit the sun
Apparently you need to check my pedigree
And do the knowledge to the s c i e n c e
Fake ones fear it
Real ones cheer it
Cause they all feel me from the wound of the human spirit
Wit logic and breaches i justify my means
See you on the scene
Fuck you up like tyson did the big screen
And fagll rock yeah bees like that
If you kill my dog im a slay your cat
[ chorus: def squad ]
Say word ( 7x )
[ redman ]
Face off wit castor troy
Strap your boys
Hook yall to answer cant bang half the noise
Ask dunkin hines got my shits twice as moist
Plus status
Do it to a t b a for rackets
Pull out the vicks 44 cough suppressant
Then talk about me on hbo cab confessions
Got a bitch gobanas
Hangin out the honda
She should have thought about no before she smoked my dime up
I smoke wit the luniz out in the bay
Before you get smoked i ask who you wit wit jay
Its bizarre hyphen are
Make mics dissolve
My penmanship run concurrent wit lightnin rods
I clap you in the spine when i grab on mine
You so soft i should call you 101.9
When i pull out the denim
And break the call minum
You stupid i act stupid right along wit ya
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[ erick sermon ]
I step out the truck like you want somethin
Make you either mad faced you punked up and start frontin
Fly guy, the type to flash the figure
Same type who would cold backstab his nigga
I know you, you a hater
You might pull a plaug at a concert to stop the crowd motivator
Your envy is strong
Outlook is wrong
Dont compete wit the vet my track recs too long
Mercedes wack but theyre pumpin the song
Recitin it word for word when my tune comes on
Clowns your whole steez is out of bounds
Your carrying and walkin
When you shouldnt be talkin
Bitch him, call cube and the mob to lench him
Call up his pop duke put 5 on his pension
Theres a few things ive got to mention
Def squad be the name and boys the definition
Thats my word
[chorus]
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11. _ You Do, I Do
[intro] def squad
Hah! yo, this ain't nuthin' but rock shit
I don't think ya'll niggaz can't keep up with this!
Fuck all you muthafuckaz!
Fuck you! hah!
I don't think they can get with it!
There's too much shit goin' on!
Yo yo yo yo yo
[verse] redman
I was chillin' up, ??? dog deluxe
Rockin', diamond and g with the rooftop cut
I'ma grown man, don't got no time for games 'n stuff
I got balls that'll beat ya ollets 21 rough
Look at my face, doc's the name, don't forget it
I makes ya make ya scream: "bow!"
Like my name's willie, i get sick with it
Re-dig with it, i had a nine inch slug up
Before yo' stink bitch bit it, i betta clippin' crap
That ya'll cats is black, a prays if the eight jacks
So send neck thru facts, resevoir (---) go ball when i was four
Explore whores, when rock came to the door
You never seen before, life to your hood
My steady shows leave niggaz faxs like rosewood
When i drop the filth weather, bigga built
Our dog fucked the shit outta bitch, of tiger mill
[chorus]
You drinkin', i'm drinkin'
You smokin', i'm smokin'
You freakin', i'm freakin'
You fuckin', we fuckin'
You fucked up, we fucked up
We make it, we take it
You hate me, i hate you
You talk shit, i talk shit
[verse] erick sermon
In a flash i be the e, cat 'n mouse and cash
Not many ballin' niggaz out there, can touch my style!
Or touch the s-class, the 5-00 sittin' on parrellies, chrome
The big 2-0, catch the pitcher, my whole rap steez is deep
For all ya fake dues, i'm the only show that peeps
Last week i was uptown, playin' the streets
????????1-5-fifth and get...buddah
That's when i do, when i roll dolo, i call her bitch
There was a time if i ain't doin' that, i ain't doin' shit
I might go to the studio and make a hit
I call my baby's moms, an hear her talk shit
I scoop, i ain't get my kids, niggaz please
We hit toys 'r rus and then micky d's
And go to a movie, the end (of) the day, and talk to 'em
And take 'em back around away, and that's real!
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[verse] keith murray
Well it's the sly gemini, me and potatoe cuttin' drops
Have the guy, wellknown but still just gettin' by
And i verify mathematics don't lie nigga
Put in some work, and get a piece of the pie
It be the niggaz that don't immediate pertain to the situation
That be tryin' to come up off the chips, and niggaz makin'
And always worried if i'ma diss you, you insecure bitch
To the government, stay out my shit!
Niggaz was glad when i came with the keys to the chains
To the cellblock to the stage, now it's time to rock
I return like i never left, d-e-f, got the whole world gaspin' for breath
We got these hoes spread it out like mustard
I ask flava and chop, they said: "yo, don't trust it"
No, no no noo
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