Juice Magazin - And Yo lyrics

[Redman] I got a headache this big... Word up.. word up.. word up.. It's kinda hot in here Haha (word up) Brick City (word up) Funk Doc (word up) Scarface, yo yo It can't be! P-P-P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo' (Bla bla...) I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars I pull cards like Vegas Clap my hands then walk away from the table with ya payment (How I'm paid?) n***as are barely a village I spit with a foul mouth like Terrance & Phillip A man or gorilla (ahh ahh) my cap toot back like Fred So white b**hes jump on my +Limp Bizkit+ and yell "You n***as know you can't f** around" Haha yeah, you see me, you be duckin up and down (Yo yo yo) Super Lex, cop a thing-thing Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng f** ya brains out hold when Al Green sings When your out cold, b**h steal ya bling bling You died for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it I got the next b**h rockin ya birthday present News at 11, Scarface and Doc From Bricks to South Park we say, "fu*k THE COPS!!" [Hook: Redman] Yo, you n***as know you can't f** around You n***as know you can't f** around You see me, you be yuckin duckin up and down What, these n***as know they can't f** around What, you n***as know you can't f** around You see me in the streets, you be duckin up and down n***a, you n***as know you can't f** around Yo, you n***as know you can't f** around [Scarface] As I, bring it to ya one more time From a state where we stole weight, and dough mind dine And we don't tote six-shooters, we tote Glock nines And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0 Hit the other side of sixteen and getcha mind blown Fo sho', it's a different vibe from being downtown Then when ya come into the ghetto and ya can't come back out I seen the ghetto shut down, seen n***as shot up Seen n***as get knocked the f** out and never got up The neighborhood paralyzed, crack drive-bys It's evident we hurt, you ignored our cry On the outside the ghetto just another mindstate And import more minorities to help the crime rate I ain't lookin for a job, f** workin the part-time When we could come up on some dough, with good combs and slang dimes I see this all the Goddamn time - it's f**ed up and it's the truth Nevermind the shooter on the roof It's a war goin on right here, where we at I can't complain about what I can't change, so why dap? Dropped outta high school in tenth grade so I rapped But still, can't seem to get this monkey off my back f** it, I pulled a few moves and ride for the streets And when I start to feel like this, don't f** with me! [Hook] [Young Noble] Yo, Young Noble Outlaw, spittin sh** with 'Face and Red Bear looped out flows and you can taste the wet Place ya bet, young n***a ace the test You say Nob' got a old soul, blame the vets Flurp sh** from the earth b**h, cradle to grave Burnt sh** from the fingertips, able to spray n***a ya mind playin tricks on you Ya drew down, but ya nine won't spit for you And ain't nobody got no hostle clips for you You in the mix but ain't nobody doin sh** for you It's gon' be Hell for hustler, while your neck spoil you With the same clip you had last week And n***as know I know the real, that's why the f*g don't speak And I ain't even peak yet, without the heat yet Holla my street yet, cuz I be the beef yet I'm hittin these n***as hard, I ain't even eat yet Or felt defeat yet, I melt the weak yet Lyrical breathe d**h - we thugs n***a what We take slugs to the gut Patch 'em up, hit the Bricks, it's time for our lunch Outlawz, Dirty Mob motherf**er! [Hook] - 2X