True Crime Redman

[Intro]
Yeah… Yeuuh! I don’t know what you gonna do about this one man
Gilla
(We ain’t going out like this mothafucker!)

[Verse 1]
A-yo, something going on I’m strapped
I ain’t the one to be tiptoeing on and back
My getaway cars, so keep the motor warm relax
I’m ‘bout to fade niggas like corduroys and slacks
You know the drama I bring, devil piranha, suicidal Nirvana
Bomb like I was born from Osama’s mama
The ocean liner rhymer, I keep it afloat
My no goes workplace see who’s sleeping the most
Now I’m in NYC ready for a showdown
While the wolf got my weight up, face got no frown
I’m in a trench I see a punk getting close
So my right hand’s on my 357 straight from Oaktown
My bullets make ya hammer dance to the ambulance
Rock like the Duran Duran, Hanna Barbarian
Hot when I’m behind the pen, Doc’ll go man-to-man
Hoods raise up or feel shots like a cameraman

[Hook] X2
OHHH!! What the fuck is going on!?
How many motherfuckers on my back?
How many mo’fuckers I’m gon' have to clap?
It’s time to get up!