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Hardcore Lyricsby Redman Buy album CD: Whut? Thee (Chorus) Hardcore to make the brothers act fools (4x) (PMD) When I turn a party out, all hands is in the air Some say it's chill, New York throw chairs The punk funk sound to make a sane man flip Girls rush the stage, faggots cold dip Low to avoid the caps and blows By the gangbanners at the B-boy shows Wit the cops trying to control the crowd But they can't, systems crank "So What'cha Saying"'s pumping loud Blows are thrown, heads are flown like Pan Am Brothers licking off like the son of Sam and The bass continues to thump Some brothers hit the parking lot to go pop trunks Hoes are slapped, jewels are snatched Brothers are caught in the cross fire without no Caps And on my way out, I heard a sucker scream and shout "Niggas, Niggas", yea, cold turn the party out Chorus (E Double) Rap combat's where it's at and I attack Any crab MC that's down wit the wack And I wreck and if I can not snap a neck Throw a knock, I'll blow and look for a tech I'm terror, new edition to rap era I can't be beat, I'm too sweet plus clever I'm smart, yes, I'm a so called genius I'm equip wit the thinking cap they call ?(Keenison)? Yo, wit that, I can break fool Especially when the posse is thick and got tools Make me feel good 'cause they got steel No blasters or cap guns son, the real deal K-A, microphone wrecker E-D The O, the U, the B, the L to the E Rocking on, word is bond, so abandon ship My name is Erick Sermon now want some and I'll flip I'm far from a chump, I'm harcore like Brooklyn Mess wit me and get your manhood tooken Chorus (Redman) I got it goin' on Since I'm up next to flex You can bet I drop heavy, so girls grab ya Kotex I catch fits when I blitz the rhyme hits And my lip gets to the point to rip some ol' fly shit Redman, ready to rock ruff rhyme Renegade rapper rips when it's rhyme time Punk push a pen and pencil when I'm pissed Pack Pistol Posse Flow some ol' pro shit Fe Fi Fo Fum Funkin' the floor ay Fuck, and freak words for foreplay Quickly, quiet as kept, never quack On the Q-tip, I quote I throw lines like a quarterback A monster, murder motherfucks like Manson A madman, who mutilized men wit' 9 M-Ms Bullets broke down, brother Back to back I slam Bread and butter breaks, peace to Bam-Bam Jump off the Jim, before I jack my Johnson I jam like Janet, chew MCs like Swanson Pin and stab dummies, I'm diggin' a dungeon You can dig that I dig deep, to destroy dumdums Yes I am what I am when I jam, Bro My afro's in the house (yo yo yo) Brother that live long Life to be luxury Ladies in lamborghinis Lovers lighten up to me Nasty nigga, competition is none From Newark, New Jersey Knock heads like Mike Nunn Sheeeet Strap the steel when I'm strokin' Smoke the shotgun, but the sign said No Smokin' Cool it, kiddo I control from sea to sea Cut like Chucky, plus styles is cock D Sooperman Lover, fool from the new school Hold ya breath While I walk holdin' my jewels Chorus
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