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How's That (feat. Erick Sermon & Redman)
Keith Murray
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Huahhhhh! Ha ha, ayyaah, owww owww Funked out, word is bond, word is bond Then you ayyyayyyah ha In the mother, in the mother****ing house With a mother****er in your mouth Word is bond, word is bond Erick Sermon I freak a technique Goin Way Back like Just-Ice And don't think twice because I'm nice I come from the Mother****ingp unknown to man With a blunt in my hand, a mic in the other hand God damn I slam I jam like this Sure nuff, my rap style is Cold Crush And plus, I tears the roof off the mothersucker my brother, fly mother****ers that makes Stevie Wonder Heyyyy, who can it be now watch out It's the E live in 3- D with Keith and R-E-D I gets down for my troops And I ahh... get-it get-it get-it like Luke For those, who don't believe my skills get these I got mad expertise, for all you duck MC's I'm funky like G Thing my niggas I wanna know who's up in here, before I pull the trigger [Is New York up in here? HELL YEAH Is Def Squad up in here? HELL YEAH Is NJ up in here? HELL YEAH The Green Beret's up in here! HELL YEAH] Redman Verbally, I sew the brains up like Trapper John M.D. got nine millis made of lacquer Count Dracula, back with the, tow-truck with the Get Biz like Mark fuel-injected like Maximus My style sicker than an AIDS victim drinkin forty-five malt liquors I roll the spliff up The underground, slam, shock like Shazam Check my Jams get Def when I kick Methods like Man Computerized Robocop sounds I drop in sequence Funky to death so ask that old mother****er where the beef went When I do em, I glue em, stick em like Patrick Ewing My shit bumps like Puerto Rican people moved in next door, I get raw with the grrrahhhh! Call four-one-one cause I'm Ghetto Red Hot Bo bo bo! Funk Doctor Spock catch a bruisin My style gets respect fifty Muslims You hang on strings like loose ends, with my hands on the nine Watch yo nugget mother****ers, I get busy with mines [How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines) How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines) How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines) How's that? (cause I gets busy with mines It's Keith Murray)] Keith Murray I come rollin in when I see that low flow Heckuva foe, heard a gun and settled for a metaphor I'm naive between the sleeves of the sheets Murderin, who should ever try to **** with me Murray word is bond gets it on And ready to blow any mother****er out the cypher of the sniper hype at dawn Long live Def to the Squad And we smokin everybody out there, mother****ing it ain't that hard I brings classic drama microphone enbalmer Have your momma beg behind bars for your kidneys tomorrow My murderous apprentice E Dub Makes hard funk beats that I become part of When I be like A-E-I-O-U or battle ******z be like who who who who who like night owls The most beautifullest thing in this world is I shitted, and y'all was with it dig it
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