Redbull chords and lyrics - REDMAN, WU-TANG CLAN

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[Verse 1]
RZA [Em]came and got me,
this what I came to do, come on
Ring the bell so it's time to eat
Brick Dog stash [Am]weed inta [Em]AMI- seats
Bomb inside the palm
Doc rock a wifebeater with me beatin'
my wife ass ironed on
The front my pump built
like the Klumps
To carry it I take the spare out the trunk
I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days
[C]That's why[F] you see the pum[Em]p
when the curtains raise
[F]Blast! Don't [Em]panic
Do I gotta explain how I tame and lock the
rapgame single- handed?
[F]Hell [Em]nah! I won't tell you son
If I [F]find a wack [Em]idea I sell you one
Doc and Hot Nick, Inspectah
My lecture's like Hannibal
[Am]Lector's
[Em]Where's the ketchup?
[F]Don't speak [Em]on it, shut ya trap
I see [F]ya whole crew [Em]yellow
like mustardpacks
Ah [F]woo, [Em]Doc in my own zone
You say you got the rapgames sewn,
but it's sewn wrong
I ride [C]through ya hood in
a Mr. [Em]Softee truck
Then pull a mac out a box of snow cones
Yeah, ya little fucks

[Verse 2]
Gimme ya fucking money!
[Em]
[F]Uh uh,[Em]
check it
[F]I'm hotter than [Em]a hundred
degrees with my coat on
Playing with a dynamite stick,
where did I go wrong?
[F]Somebody pull the [Em]fire
along when Jonny stomp
If [C]ya lukewarm leavin ya [Em]clothes
and boots torn
Pro's and con's,
megabomb's and so- on's
By arid actions try
MC's to get their roll on
First issue got issues
What is hip- hop [F]to Hot Nickles?
It's like [C]Funk Doc to [Em]snot tissues, word
Look at my hand and get the third
Finger out ya earhole like: Fuck
what you hear
Now that's what I call hardcore,
let's act fool
Mr. [F]Fix- It [C]like Handyman [Em]I pack tool
I been shitty, I'm from the bowels
of the city (New York)
And just because my outfit match
don't make me pretty
Baggy dungarees,
dick need room to breathe
In a room full of crackers I
might cut the cheese
Ain't no rules to the game,
if it is we ain't playin'
In your business like EPMD, "So
What Cha Sayin'"
You co- signin that bullshit
yo man tryin'
Chaka chaka cha- ta tatat!
[F]Slugs[C]
[Em]flyin

[Verse 3]
[C]
Check, [Em]the code echos from magazines
to the big screen
Fo' wheel machines like ya wits scream
Kids fiend from the urban to sub- urban
Roll upon me thirstin' like: [C]Hey,
hey, Mister Dream- [Em]Merchant
[F]We roll [Em]longer than [C]dice in a [Em]cas ino
Cee- lo in the 4, 5 or 6 with double 0
Behind the tinted windows I lay low
On some hydro tryin'
to slide from the 5- 0
But now I get wild similar to Ol' Dirty
A third time felon just hit with over 30
No worries, style have em so thirsty
First degree heats are quittin' on me, cold turkey,
no mercy
I bring the pain of a hundred migraines
But a thousand shoutin' my
name that's why I came
But first bring the cashburst, then
the outburst
My surround sound pound
ya ear like Jevon Kearse
I flex muscle outside I find
a next hustle
Trouble with ya here
and face the TEC- muscle
Even the best buckle win
I take it to the extreme
It gets ugly,
but it's what a nigga do to get cream

[Outro 1]
This life
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