Future Thugs Redman (Ft. Ghostface Killah, Icadon & Ludacris)

[Intro - Redman]
Uh huh
Uh huh
Turn the music up a lil bit
Uh huh

Where dem horns at?

Dun dun dun dun da-dunnn!

[Verse 1 - Redman]
I ain't a thug
But I do thug things, nigga
So hold me down
Forty round
Caliber spitter
That's how the shorty crown
Run wit gordy hounds for forty miles
Then ignore me now
Duck, Motown sent Barry Gordy found
Sorry clown!
Super future thug
12 shoe shoot ya through the rug
James Bond watch on my arm
Tellin' me move the truck
Who the fuck can fuck wit me? (No one no one)
Do a buck 50 (on the highway)
Wit ya woman head on my lap
Tryna keep up wit me
Gilla nigga, dog
Writing bombs in gorilla paws
Don't applause
I shit at seminars I ain't even draw
My God's my gun
Don't need 'em son, cerebral cock
Beetle size ammo
3 to 5 mammal we the guys
That'll shit in ya turf
That'll get in ya skirt
I love Alicia so I'ma give what a woman is worth
I heard them niggas go
*Buck buck bidda bluck*
Then hide 'em Inside of
My noggin is strange (*howl*)
When them dogs is ridin'
'Cause I'm a cheap fucker, block usher
Eat supper wit
Pack of wolves that act a fool
Blood on they upper lip
Need a nigga? I'm that nigga to call
Nigga to draw chainsaws
To the brawl
Cuttin' ya ligaments off (Yo)