It's Like That (My Big Brother) chords and lyrics - REDMAN

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[Verse 1]
[G]Due to technical dificulties beyond
our control
Reggie Noble's stinkin ass will
not [Bm]be p[G]erforming with us
Erick Sermon, keep keep it on
Def Squad, Erick Sermon,
Redman keep keep [C]it on
[G]K to M Keith Murray keep keep it on
Keep keep on, ya don't [C]stop
[G]Keep kee[C]p it [G]on, and ya
don't stop
Keep keep it on, and ya don't stop
K- Solo, Redman, ya don't stop
Erick Sermon,
Keith Murray ya don't stop

[Verse 2]
[G]I X'd ya amateur, damage ya,
have fools jumpin off
Cliffs grabbin their ass
cheeks [C]yellin Geronimo
It ain't a [G]prob[C]lem at [G]all
when K solve
Three- hundred and sixty degrees
rhymes or boulevards
Are charged, by my entourage,
who put the Ram in Dodge
Bas cla [C]in [G]bumba claat
Maintain, few remain in [C]the [G]game
So I remain focused and

[Verse 3]
pop's the main aim
[G]Well it's the Funk Doctor
Spock, the pon cock lyricist
My mentality's so def yo I ain't
even hearin this shit
Biscuits be cockin back
when I be coming
I guess they heard how I be [C]takin
[G]MC's out by the hundreds
Wanted, for two million and a body alone
And use the microphone as
my accomplice
Scientist still trippin, thinkin
What the fuck is this funky fungus
that growed amongst us

[Verse 4]
Sprayed a few, shank [G]a few,
rap crews say they shamed too
But can't hang two, like we do
Fuck them, they better bow slow
This rhyme'll cold hit em,
real quick cause I'm K- So[C]lo
[G]Battle any dude, this retifuge I'm in cruise
See what the better vet, could do,
to you undouche
You three groups, four punkses at a time
I box two and knock em out
at the drop of a dime

[Verse 5]
The long faced [G]murderer
Servin over two bil[C]lion [G]motherfuckers
a day like Mickey D's circular
Workin a shifty hour like a burgular
My crew herbin ya like we nev
[C]er even heard of ya
[G]Odds are evens,
that I'mma be the one creepin
My new niggas check the flows
of the major deacon
The bazaar, the rap non- superstar
When I step up I pump volume like rah

[Verse 6]
My afro blows [G]in three-
hundred sixty degrees
So this makes me,
the light skinned Richard Roundtree
Vocabularies very, loquacious
And gregarious, pump that too,
go grab the dictionary
Fly word that we flip on the M- I- K- E mike
My crew be like, this style's hype
Wrong's the opposite forget
the bullshhhh
To rhyme like the K- Solo,
you need more than a soul kid

[Verse 7]
Come closer, while [G]I
lock it down like I'm supposed ta
You battle me,
you won? You might of, but then you woke up
My turbulence will make
peanut butter choke up
Call me tha Brick City, Stock Cock Broker
Y'all niggas is fools,
playin with hood moves
You couldn't total my amount
if you sung I Missed You
Dissed you dismissed you yeah I fixed you
Let [Gm]your girl suck on the shit [G]that I piss

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