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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Redman
Redman
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Composer
D. Wilson
D. Wilson
Composer
A. Pearyer
A. Pearyer
Composer
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Composer
W. Patterson
W. Patterson
Composer
James Savage
James Savage
Composer
L. Lynn
L. Lynn
Composer
Jason Mizell
Jason Mizell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Erick Sermon
Erick Sermon
Producer
Troy Hightower
Troy Hightower
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(This is for the real ****)
[Verse 2]
Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw
I-G off C4, lyrics to blow off them Lex door
My texture be the kind that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with the rap unemployed ****?
I should own a fly bitch house and a Benz
But I got chicken heads criminals and broke friends
That love to get ends, keep the seventeen spinnin'
Pull out my jaw linin', commence to spittin'
Brains and body parts that motion couldn't picture
'Cause when I'm shittin' **** hit more decks than a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor
Mortis out, I got orders to kill 'em softly
I wouldn't leave a trace if I died and police chalked me
Who's the Boss, G? You better radio the walkie talkie
For these fatal attract MCs that stalk me
Got a big dic in your bitch clit
When I flip this I got more work than a Olympic gymnast
Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any track
Milkier than Similac when I'm next up to bat
Reman is on the mic and I'ma (Dope motherfucker, yeah)
(You best ask somebody)
[Verse 3]
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop) (****)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)
(This is for the real ****, this is for the real)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop) (****)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)
(This is for the real, this is for the real)
[Verse 4]
Fuck the talk, I walk whatever I claim to do
Knock a mule on her ass and turn the pussy black and blue
You couldn't run up if your fighter was virtue
I'm a round the clock lyricist, I sleep in my work boots
It's a thin line between love and hate
It's a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a .38
Dust by far my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor Spock smoke it with your baby mama
Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come here
Male groupies gettin' shaky when I come from the rear
Ha, that get on your nerve, neighbor?
That play the music loud as fuck, three in the mornin' off a paper
With mad Zul in the L-S-C
IN the downtown area, scanning the perimeter
All my boos with the open toed shoes
If you ain't gettin' pussy eaten right, let me show you
Then let you taste these, this Brown Fox said
"Ain't no **** like the Funk Doctor Spock, G"
[Verse 5]
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop) (****)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)
(This is for the real ****, this is for the real)
[Verse 6]
Yeah, as I dive into the crowd (Uh-huh)
I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud (Yesh yesh)
Who the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my **** 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bong, bitches talkin' 'bout pourin' out Cristal
And Don P, they better stick to Chandon
Blackin' out, wildin', smackin' out weaves
Breakin' **** cheap ass chairs and medallions
You're just a part time sucker in the game
Shit is real motherfucker start namin' names
And if you name my name, I whoop ass like Steven Seagal
Give you Under Siege 2 without the fuckin' train
Let your brains hang  from the 808 bang
And if I wrecked your cipher then my squad is to blame
[Verse 7]
(Yesh yesh y'all) Motherfucker
(Yesh yesh y'all) (****)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop) (****)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop) (****)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop) (****) (****)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop) (****)
(This is for the real ****, this is for the real)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop) (****)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop) (****)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop) (****)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop) (****)
(This is for the real ****, this is for the real)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)
(Yesh yesh y'all, and you don't stop)...
Written by: A. Pearyer, D. Wilson, Erick Sermon, James Savage, Jason Mizell, L. Lynn, Reggie Noble, W. Patterson
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