Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz REMIX Lyrics by Brand Nubian

Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz REMIX Lyrics

    "Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"

    [Lord Jamar]

    You like to taste the lead, well get your face fed
    After I'm done, you rather suck on pencils
    Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body
    As I walk over the shit and spit outta heart
    Now brothers talk shit and can't back it
    That's why I had to fit em with a full metal jacket
    Peel his cap once cos I know it's all it takes
    Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his body catch the shakes (BLAST)
    Just before he die, I'ma look him in his eye
    Ask the nigga how he figure he was big enough to try
    the muthaphuckin G-to the O-to the D
    I told ya couple times that the Gods must be crazy
    but ya didn't listen, so now ya on a mission
    to get an autopsy, a raw C-O, ya can't stops me
    Now tell me is there anybody else
    before I put my AK back on the shelf
    Cos I put in work like Job Corps
    Niggas talk shit and get jerked and robbed for
    their life by a knife or a gun
    So when ya see me comin, nigga, run

    "See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka"
    "See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka"
    "See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka"
    "See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka"
    "Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"
    *repeat*

    [Sadat X]

    Somebody's dead, a whole crowd formed
    The cops ain't even come yet, Money's dead in the street
    Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin
    Six girls cryin wild cos Money had a child
    A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44 lick
    Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket
    And ol' Aunt Faith, her baby fingerpaints
    My Moms know the time so she wanna send me down to Alabama
    I gotta cousin, says she's got some friends
    She says they strictly fuckin, I could get away from buckin
    She tried to gas me up, I tell her sex is everywhere
    and sex is but a word, it ain't shit I ain't heard
    Tell my Moms I ain't leavin, my crew said to stay
    My crew I'm believin so fuck it anyway
    I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the cruel
    and my crew from Courtland Ave. always say they'll set it off
    And if I choose, who's somebody might die
    and if they don't die, they won't be able to walk
    Pump slugs in his back, he's talkin pussy talk
    "Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"

    "See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka"
    "See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka"
    "See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka"
    "See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka"
    "Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"
    *repeat*

    [Lord Jamar]

    Well hey muthaphuckaz, it's the dread with the 9
    Lead to the head of you devils, now it's bedtime
    I said I'm not the nigga to be playin out
    I'll leave your body layin out the sid, talk shit and you'll get licked
    Get hit by a dread who's fed with the nonsense
    Leave you red, where my clip empty out his contents
    Spill your guts when I fill ya up with the flame juice
    Niggas' nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my name loose
    Some silly goose, we be down on the subway
    He gets no love cos he's rubbin me the wrong way
    Disrespectin, infect the masses
    So I elect to come direct and disect some asses
    My nigga passes the gat, rat-a-tat-tat
    Now you shut your fuckin trap cos you was who I's fuckin at
    I got you suckin at the chrome like a nipple
    The only way your ass is goin home is as a cripple

    [Sadat X]

    And then I peed on niggas, came the absolute worst
    Lost compassion for humans, and then smack up they moms
    Ran and got the arms, from under the mattress
    My little man Satan got somethin in his jacket
    Let me get to work and I'll release the swarm
    My man mean a lot these days
    I got the hash, cash plus my people raise me well
    Bring it to em X, and we'll take the weight
    Run and get the Mac from the Park Ave. location
    Bronx location, wit a extra bag of clips
    Plus I want it tight and I don't play that much
    So I'll have all the reefer and set up all the stock
    And everybody's fuckin, yo Money, she wasn't great
    You just got mad, ya girl got videotape
    So save the noise, niggas, cos I can't hear
    "Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"

    "See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka"
    "See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka"
    "See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka"
    "See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka"
    "Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"
    *repeat x3*

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