Redman - Open Fire lyrics

Whoop Whoop(8x) [Redman] Funky dilemmas, destroy MC's by process of elimi- Nation, ghetto lingo breaks your inner Mind body, got me sold like Hurachis f** tracks up the a**, make beats walk knock-kneed The funk dwella in your cella, no one's wetta Pull more Playboy b**hes than Hugh Hefner I played you wit my nasal style I'm able To rock two turntables for old sake like Sweet Sable Now who's on the deals, I'll make you feel the real I k** at will wit nine shots in your window shield Or mill, so feel the gust of wind I must've been born with ten of my dusted friends (Ahhh) I get up in you like Keith Murray Make your whole crew sh** stew beef curry, in a hurry Make competition leave early, smokin the lala Blazay Blah come through your block and open fire (Redman's in the area Keith Murray's in the area Erick Sermon's in the area) [Erick Sermon] Is this mic on word up I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at banks gettin dollars The lyrical Street Fighter call me Sagat Blazin hot, like a bullet from somebody gettin shot Where there's a drum there's a beat And where there's guns there's a street This option allows me to bake my opponents wit degrees From here to overseas Clowns in my mix and don't know the flava Its the same reason why I threw away my Skypager Magnificent, givin rappers, d**h certificates With fly intricate flows by the loads Y'all come out the hype description of this One time Billboard winner, six time Gold record list No one invited me so I crashed and brung the vibe And broke it out like a rash, who? (who? who?) So who do I be? The E the D, O-U-B the L to the E Get your blunt leafs and fire it up Get your ZigZags and fire it up Whhhoooo! MC's you betta stand clear, Def Squad is a world premier The one and only Philly Blunt king [Keith Murray] Word is bond the lyrical lexicon gets it on like a moron I break your little itty bitty style down to ions My rap style has many many mixtures Of murderous poetry and deadly lectures and pictures Matter fact my rap Sounds be on sickly timin Meaning your brain can't be defined In the words I be using when I be rhymin Now you can shake the whole world back and forth Bring your roughest rapper, and I bet you blood he'd cough My rap style is like my lifestyle, rougher than turbulence Ever since I commenced to subject you to my bullsh** I compress your chest and perform open-heart surgery And God forbid I bring Reggie, P.P.P. and the L.O.D I love beatin you in the head with this Make you wanna run off and go get a psychotherapist an*lyst (He's way nicer) than you false pretenders The nicest rapper that ever came out since you could remember Def Squad