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How's That (feat. Erick Sermon & Redman) by Keith Murray
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How's That (feat. Erick Sermon & Redman)

by Keith Murray

Release Date: 1994-11-08

Lyrics

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