React (feat. Redman) - Erick Sermon & RJ Payne

{Ladies and gentlemen Welcome aboard official nasty airlines, flight one eighty eight} Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya guts To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya guts To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Real thug shit unplugged Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and bust Bitches who nod, the bulletproof ride's coke in my eyes And got me shootin' at a ghost cause it looks alive To cloak? No leaks in gun smoke Here to get those, snakes get it the most G's overdose, we wreck toast to deaf notes Tech blows, I only put a hole in your leg so {Ladies and gentlemen} It's going on right now Official nast' don't be playin' around, we lay it down Dead you, for the whole win, leave you frozen Crime scene reporter snap shots like you posin' You got in the way, sorry to say You shoulda known, shinin' on sonsee's not in the day All the niggaz in my zone, my close affiliates Be rippin' it illin' it adrenaline spendin' and killin' shit Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya guts To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya guts To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Yo, yo I'm on some other shit, run up on your mother shit Hockey mask, black tape, tapin' up your baby brother shit Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist Empty the safe, hit em with the lock he caught a stray shot Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this Twenty two shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs Goodbye to arms goodbye to your moms The shit'll happen so fast, the gut blast left his brains on the glass In a dash I snatched the cash and fled off in a flash The only thing I ever lost I couldn't find was time Son some crackers locked me up that's how I lost my mind Hit him from behind four times and toss the nine, fuck him He didn't listen told him give me the shine The sick shit is when the police, came around to get me The killers who was with me, snitchin' sayin' it was fifty Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya guts To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya guts To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Fuck the rap skit, X and the drug complex When convicts'll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice Life in the drain niggaz money's got my gold chain thicker Whole brain sicker, hall of fame nigga From coast to coast I keep the toast My weekly gross, leave you deeply froze Half dead close to ghost, yo you heartless Your heart pump piss, regardless if you a thug or rap artist I seen death, almost died twice tonight Sell my own mother out if the price is right I hate life, gimme the lock About to join biggie and 'pac and you comin' like it or not G E T off me! let me go, don't hold me back Where my real thugs at? Baby throw ya gut Sticky fingaz, from out your darkest fears I make you meet your maker, make you meet the man upstairs Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya guts To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya guts To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Killin' it Killin' it Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya guts To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Kill it in the club, baby show some love My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya guts To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react Killin' it {Ladies and gentlemen Welcome aboard official nasty airlines, flight one eighty eight} Word up yo, official nast' Gettin' cream, onyx, we move with the many crews We let you know right now, we shuttin' shit down Nine eight, word up get your shit straight You think your shit hot? Stick your shit up What? Bring yo' shit to the club Bring yo' heat to the street Official nast', shuttin' shit down, what? {Ladies and gentlemen Welcome aboard official nasty airlines, flight one eighty eight}

[Redman] Aiyyo dot dot dot who is it the prime wizard Erykah Badu izm smoker vocal chord woof choker Now who block is this? (Yo yo yo no no chill chill Nah nah hold up homie) We takin over! Gimme your girl gimme your keys to your four do' Explorer Yo Lu Nile crack their composure (We decompose your crowd) We layin down tighter than plaques When I blast I wild like them two bitches from Baps [Luniz] Yo, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin lines Off each other's booty love the Luniz I went from smokin dubs to QP's Make hits for thugs that bankin hoopies And aimin uzis, at who dirty mackin my loochie Come clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers And wonder the cause, 'cause big dope had his balls Got small methamphetimes with colors to be Cray-ola Took the drunkest O-A, and let the X take shit over No need to get juiced cause it's the anti-depressant Smile now but trip later, and put your hand out for the present Lay down for fifteen, so your body can feel rest Kick your feet up, and start makin beats on your chest and think Chorus: Redman and Luniz Sex, money, drugs, music Lies, these are the things that keep niggaz... "I was hyp-no-tized!" "I'd like to break it down down" "Cold turn the party out" "I'd like to, I'd like to break it down down" "Cold turn the party out" (Repeat 2X) [Luniz] Ahh ahh, I smoke Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Satur-dayyyyyyah! Two lay ya blunt, players with cream If I die my spirit will jump inside machines Runnin niggaz over like Christine (sorry) I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning Hoes in my black mink, your baby momma lovin my backseat Freak nasty got me slappin the ass cheeks of Blackstreet So high, I'm so high I feel like I'm wearin a disguise Superman type of, with Kryptonite eyes Not knowin I'm trippin, I walks out to my vehic' Buckle up for safety on my way to get some cheap shit I'm out the parkin lot, sideways on two wheels Vision is double, trouble to me is bein real Listen to my big block bill cause in the town that's a earful Shares and mo' shares, swang if it's good [Redman] Now how I get dollars, I be the rap artist blue collar School scholars on knowledge to move dollars I do gotta motion chirp, like Impalas For niggaz who rock Timbs, Gortex, or new Walla's You're facin, the Cochise of operation And if you ain't tastin you should steady observations Doctor/patient, leavin mics with laceratons Love to stay bent with my doggs rollin adjacent (woof!) And when they bark they turn your sunny days to dark You play the back like Rosa Parks when the arc sparks I bang rawly, do you orally My horny sounds will pound more heavy than E-40 Chorus 1/2 [Redman] I'm gettin money y'all, I'm gettin money nigga Bend your back like Long Isle Iced Teas with five liquors Knew about the cheddar since I took my child picture SDial 900-Do-Away-With-All-Snitches Stop complaining, the game is for entertainment What is it when niggaz heads gettin covered with blankets? It's just a one-eight-seven on your motherf**kin crew I'll have your brains doin donuts like you in a rental Flip fools with credentials, nasty like havin sex with kinfolk Blaze high, then smoke [Luniz] Drunk-a-Lot, stays on top, that's why we roll Two and two, four deep makes a crew Red Yuk and Num with the sidekick Hennesey Fuzzy, wuzza, fuzzy, little friend of me Hitters on the payroll, secure because we practice Pure ass-kick cures for who's acting drastic Drank and buddha blast, callin shots on Motorolas One step shy, so I'ma drank until it's over Kick this for the fake Versace wearin fake Donna Karan Mossino Players we know, ain't no gambino Peons be watchin too much Casino, wannabe Nino Brown with the uzi But clown you more like Downtown Judy Niggaz can't fool me, I love the way you ball outta control In your rhyme, then see you in person without a dime But I'm global, with Reggie Noble man blazin Dive in a crowd like Method Man and Van Halen Chorus (repeat to fade)

"To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats throughout* Yeah, peace to MC Breed Def Squad, 2002, uh Aiyyo this sound hard, somethin funky people gon' dance to Give the record a second, and a chance to Hittin people like a scene of amazement Floored by Erick Sermon arrangement Frontin I can never do (uh-huh) So now I'm lookin dead at you, so what you gonna do? You checkin out the sounds of a scholar You say, "Hi E - tell 'em HOLLA, HOLLA!" I'm the E Double, and I proclaim my name Straight up big game, peep all gangs I'm like a rhino, stomp through the roughest pack They figure I'm a trigga happy nigga so they step back E, the microphonest Who last the longest and who the strongest? It's not a game, it's plain to see (ha) Check out the sounds of E, and the Squad of D "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 5X* Y'knahmsayin? Ain't no future in yo' frontin I never got caught with a kilo If you ever do, it would never be with me yo I ain't the one to be servin up a ki' yo I sell work, but it's more like sellin beats yo Yo - I never have to worry about me gettin jumped If I ever do, R-E-D, pop the trunk Me and my crew, got somethin for all y'all (uhh) When I'm on the mic, don't play at all I clock mad G's a week, boomin at my peak Everytime the E's asked to program a beat I put it down like this for everybody Then throw a Def Squad cool out party Takin over, barkin like a doggie named Rover (Woof!) I'm pickin suckers like a four-leaf clover They bitin lyrics on the mic cause they cobras Are they sayin E.D.'s? Cause ain't no future in yo' frontin "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 5X* Ain't no future in yo' frontin Yo, I'm the E, D-O-U-B-L-to the E and Down with my homey Keith, and the R-E-D and Niggaz talk shit cause we still be disagreein I don't give a FUCK cause I'm from N.Y.C. In the city, where pretty ones low If you ever shoot through my city NOW YOU KNOW We get biz, and we got pride If you don't feel this, then nigga break wide Cats be lookin, for the M-O-N-E-Y Livin illegal, is the way, so they die Cause I ain't got time, to see if things work out Things get hard I'm robbin no doubt That be the way, E.D. can not be different Never change the ways of the world of the government If I was the President, I'd stay fat Leave it up to me, I'd paint the White House black Ain't no future in yo' frontin "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 5X* Ain't no future in yo' frontin Yo, I got dough in my pocket, not from rollin If I was a fiend then my gold would be stolen Put my name E, on everything I own My Excursion truck, outlined in chrome Shined up good, ride through your neighborhood StarTec phone, fat rims, and the Kenwood Music kicked around and, can I have a drop? Just because I'm ridin people think I'm sellin rocks Ain't no future in yo' frontin "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 5X* Ain't no future in yo' frontin! Yo, I'm cool to the rules of the world Livin life raw, cause I never liked the law Wear top ten on my ass my own jeans Sell the game, tit for tat to the fiends Make much dough but never break a sweat Time to move out? My niggaz sayin BET You got my back and I got yours What time is it? Tear down the doors "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 3X* Ain't no future in yo' frontin "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 2X* Ain't no future in yo' frontin "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 2X* Ain't no future in yo' frontin "To the beat y'all" -> Flavor Flav {*repeats 2X* Uhh, yo, combustible, uhh Uhh, yeah, huh, Def Squad Huh, PPP yeah uhh Funky Noble y'all, huh uh, Phillie addict uh Keith Murray word up uh-huh Uh-huh, yeah, Daytona y'all Uhh, uhh, Khari uh-uh Sy Scott, uh, what? How we do what? Uh, all day baby Def Squad, uh, uh peace to MC Breed Uh-huh, yo, uh-huh, yeah yeah Check it out y'all, uh