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tear it up - redman lyrics

(warning: unfinished)
(intro)
yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
back by popular demand
the n-gg- with the most weed
the n-gg- with the bars (real sh-t n-gg-)
reggie n-ble (let’s go n-gg-)

[verse 2]
i call my gun jackie brown, i’ll let the dog out
you’ll get found in the trunk, just like formount [?]
my happy levels at a low count (yeah)
i cut n-gg-s in two, it’s like a movie how i pair ’em out
these fat women give me love, and they salary
take they money, buy bud, and burn calories
i got a hashtag
i’m back for everybody washing they deacon face with the same wash rag
light-skin back, i flash gamma
this old lady on crack flow, b-tch pardon my bad grammar
i take a picture of my b-lls, with a fan’s camera
i stay on tilt like santana bandana
i got that purp like minnesota fans
got sharp sixteens, i wrote ’em with logan hands
i get it live, give me five
go against me, you dicaprio, you’ll barely survive
you want that hard sh-t? call us
when i was born, i slept with my fists balled up n-gg-
and you can ask mario, i’m on that extra
i keep the gas on me, you move like a tesla
i walked in f-cked up, i’ma leave f-cked up
ain’t no tellin’ how i move (yeah)
and if the crowd wanna see a n-gg- g-ssed up
then bring that -ss, baby this is what i do (what you do?)

[chorus]
i tear it up (i tear it up)
i tear it up (i tear it down)
i tear it up (i tear it up)
i tear it up (i tear it down)
i tear it up (i tear it up)
i tear it up (i tear it down)
i tear it up (i tear it up)
i tear it up (i tear it down)

[verse 2]
ayo
n-gg-s follow in my trail, you not ready
women want it all in they mouth, it’s ‘ot, nelly
i want that car ice cube had, impala chevy
just so i can say “turn yo punk -ss over!”
bottom of the 9th, i’m giant, willie hayes under pressure
when i’m done, you’ll get a blood diamond
that’s why i act so c-cky in my interview
even shaquille ensured me i’m the general
streets on fire, haters wanting red to retire
but that’s an inside joke to an outsider
if i had a crippled arm, you couldn’t play me
i’ll run up in this b-tch like, “baby!”
jersey boy, i’m cut from a different fabric
i could play russian roulette with an automatic
and you can ask mario, i’m on that extra
i keep the gas on me, you move like that tesla

- redman lyrics

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