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Yo ham, whassup, man?
Whassup, be-Down?
Ain't nothin' man, what you think 'bout all them fellas
Out there talking junk about you, man?

Oh, you
The Phoenix
The Phoenix

Aye yo what's good?
Man, this ya guy Lyfe Jennings, once again, man
I just want to start off by sayin', 'Thank you
virginity 
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme 
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme 
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo! 
You little blood-clot
virginity 
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme 
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme 
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo! 
You little blood-clot
Yo gotta bad habit
But you hit it
Comin' down yo block
So uplifted it
Showed me yo nose bone, big trick
Burn up yo nose, you little maggot
Close
making tricks
And their dirty politics
Let's go

Freedom's never cheap you know
Get out on the street
We're moving to the beat

Right wing
my trick ain't for kids, if you dig 'em, you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya, I'll spring forward, you fall back

Every album that I drop has got more
ready

Have my skeletons
(I can only trick you once, bad boy)
Have my lungs, my millions (talk is cheap, don't speak in tongues, bad boy)

Drum drum
on the creep once the city fall asleep
I like to dig these hoes,dig this here
I bust a nut in a magic trick then disappear
But you still unaware, cause you blind
down like real cheap plastic
It ain't no thing, no sweat by me
Cause I know damn well where I want to be
So join my party if you see things my way
that's right, once again
Smooth the Hustler, and he ain't no crowd buster
Straight up Iceberg Slim
Yo, baby, you need to get with him
Flava Flav, Chuck
she want the nigga with the big, fat nuts
A man is measured by the things that he has
And if you ain't got shit
Well I guess you ain't shit, unless
Yo
way 
 My first, album was dope but ain't, get no play 
 We smoked out, with them MLX's 
 I'm underground but I sold records, for you SoundScan freaks
see tonight
Wish you were here

Now I write this from the plane
Drinking cheap champagne
Wonderin' why two people got so far apart

I wish you were here
a bloody nose
Save the cussin' and fussin' and pointin' fingers for them hoes
Talk is cheap, I catch your ass on the sneak
And hit you everywhere but
(VERSE 1)
Even though you were fooled 
I was on my guard 
Cheap tricks for money 
The magician man 
Tacky gag, whacky lines 
He was at this best
Loyal fans and newfound followers
Whassup y'all? Hello how are you doin out there?
You're chillin I'm winnin
Oh by the way the album's out go get
play ourself cheap
Cause if we catch AIDS, we'll be six feet deep
Before you chase a hoochie and try to turn the trick
Remember your worst enemy can be
Yo
Let em kno' you're ready
Watch the show
You recordin'
How long you been recordin'

Oh good
I want everybody to watch the M-T-V holly hood
of you needing further reference
You may, purchase the Redman album, the first one
Listen to the song "How to Roll a Blunt"
But until then, you shall
you don't know me by now, you'll never know
Stepping on my critics, beating on my foes
The plan is to stay focused, only then I can grow
Straight
There you lay 
All by yourself 
So please allow me 
To introduce myself 
I welcome you 
To the house of sin 
Open your mind 
And let the games
virginity 
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme 
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme 
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo! 
You little blood-clot
that shit sounds sick!
yigga-yigga-yo watch your lip!

"Get out my mind!" she tells herself time after time
Ignorin words spoke by the most high
the semi-automatic tech is know to jam..."
But if it don't, that's yo ass my man

[Pusha T]
Even if it's talk cheap (Say what...)
You know I can't sleep on his