If I Get Locked Up Redman

[Intro]
Wow, J@q Boi Be@tz
Nobody safe

[Interlude]
Mic check, one two, one two
This is J@q Boi Be@tz baby (Baby)
Yo Em, what the fuck is up bro?
Let's get it (Yo!)

[Verse]
I used to be a cool guy, but now I'm mad
'Cause most of these artists basura, they all trash
They never lastin', character, lack of momentum
I staple their nipples to their knees and make 'em do sit-ups (Wooh)
They talk shit like I'm a farmer
Now they diggin' they grave with they tongue
I'm on the corner with the coroner (Let's go!)
Your crew the target, I burn thеm like Mr. Marcus for the profit
I'm leaving blood on thе carpet in your label office
Shoulder to shoulder with Hova, I'm souped in a motor
I roll as sick as a boulder when I'm takin' it over (Get 'em!)
It's evident that I'm better than half of you veterans
I'm a bar-smith like the incredible Letterman (Solo, waddup?)
The first day I got down with E (Yeah)
Y'all niggas showed me how to lay my vocals over the beat (Yeah)
I became a carnivore with the bars
You in the final four with a warrior
I'm doin' it easy, like the Commodore (Woh)
Fuck a role model, I'm a freak at the strip club
Watching a chick vagina take a Mo' bottle (Get it girl)
And hell yeah I bust my gun
For my click Brother, and sis Mama, Daughter and Sons, nigga (Fiyah)
I'm only temperamental on an instrumental (Yup)
I'm blessed, I can dig in your nose and pick a winner
I hustle everything, from bars to bud
I got juice, that's why I'm wearin' bruno magli's[?] and gloves bro
Set a meeting with the elite so I can delete 'em in the streets
And get the kids more sound of Freedom (That's right)
And tell a Judge fuck you and the jury
'Cause I'm a heavy bully, a boss boy, you just a rookie (Aah)