Various Artists - Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz lyrics

[Lord Jamar talking] Ah yeah, ya know what I'm sayin' Nine trey, Brand Nubian in effect On ya motherf**in' head Not givin' a f** Word up, know what I'm sayin' In the wilderness of North America [Verse 1: Lord Jamar] You like to taste the lead, well get ya face fed After I'm done, you rather s** on pencils Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body As I walk over the sh** and spit outta heart Now brothers talk sh** and can't back it That's why I had to fit em' for a full metal jacket Peel his cap once cause I know it's all it takes Watch the motherf**er fall and his body catch the shakes (BLAST) Just before he die, I'mma look him in his eye Ask the n***a how he figure he was big enough to try The motherf**in' G to the O to the D I told ya couple times that the Gods must be crazy But ya didn't listen, so now ya on a mission To get an autopsy, a raw C-O, ya can't stops me Now tell me is there anybody else Before I put my AK back up on the shelf Cause I put in work like Job Corps n***as talk sh** and get jerked and robbed for Their life by a knife or a gun So when ya see me comin, n***a run [Hook] See I had to lick em' - Punk motherf**er See I had to lick em' - Punk motherf**er See I had to lick em' - Punk motherf**er See I had to lick em' - Punk motherf**er E-Everybody down with my crew, a f**in' menace to society E-Everybody down with my crew, a f**in' menace to society E-Everybody down with my crew, a f**in' menace to society A f**in' menace to society [Verse 2: Sadat X] Somebody's dead, a whole crowd forms The cops ain't even come yet and money's dead in the street Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin' Six girls cryin' wild cause money had a child A good dick, couldn't even stand the .44 lick Dead quick, the funeral is strictly closed-casket And ol' Aunt Faith, her baby fingerpaints My moms know the time so she wanna send me down to Alabama I gotta cousin, says she's got some friends She says they strictly f**in' I could get away from buckin' She tried to gas me up, I tell her s** is everywhere And s** is but a word, it ain't sh** I ain't heard Tell my moms I ain't leavin' my crew said to stay My crew I'm believin' so f** it anyway I got my mob from the rule, that live by the cruel And my crew from Courtland Ave. they always say they'll set it off And if I choose, who's somebody might die And if they don't die then they won't be able to walk Pump slugs in his back for talkin' p**y talk [Hook to end]