Da Bullshit

[Intro: Redman & Icarus] That bullshit Ic-Don motherfucker Da bullshit Funk Doc motherfucker Push whips motherfucker Nah, nah, chill out, who got the weed in this motherfucker, yo? Haha Brick City, Jersey, I got the weed homie... Nah, nah, nah, chill, chill, chill, chill Nah Nah, nah, chill nigga, where the weed at? It's da bullshit, bullshit (PPP nigga) Yo, where the weed at fellas? What you lightin'? [Verse 1: Redman & Icarus] Yo, yo, you muh'fuckers gon' learn When it come to this shit, I ain't about takin' turns 'Cause Doc's in the place (Uh) The cold nigga, I'm too late to thaw Doc unfold niggas 'til they ribs is raw Whether you up the ball or ride the bench My pens write with a vengeance and Viagra in (Oh!) Stay hard like the biceps when it's stacked I'm gritty, I wouldn't love in a tennis match I don't like to sign autographs, half the time I scribble my name and draw a jackass design Calvin Kleins balled on the floor You just got, dogged on the tour, so, send some new whores, ho I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor to warn And people at the label I'm on Crunch time, what you think the forty-four is for When I grub I want the whole smorgasbord Gotta clean my act up and, get my thoughts straight Stop smashin' the five (Rrrr!) and appear in the court dates I won't ride the bike unless it's C B R Wit' no tricks but a bitch it'll be on next I'm still wheel handlin', you die in a ambulance Block prime scramblin', Glock nine handlin', chk Duckin' the flows of mind travelin' You heard it before, you ain't Sunshine Anderson Got a bomb plantin' and I'm ready fo' mo' Bitches gettin' in my party, givin' head at the do' All my niggas and my shorties and, get high in the audience I carry a gaudy gun (Uh, yeah), you'll die in the audience (Uh) [Chorus: Redman & Icarus] That's the bullshit, the bullshit (We are that bullshit) We walk up in the club, we on the bullshit That's the bullshit, the bullshit (We are that bullshit) Fondlin' your bitch ass off the bullshit (Yeah, nah, nah, ahhh!) That's the bullshit, that's the bullshit (We are that bullshit) Brick City, Brook-Nam off the bullshit (Yo) That's the bullshit, that's the bullshit (We are that bullshit) That's the bull-bu-bu, (Nah, nah, nah, nah, chill nigga) that's the bullshit [Verse 2: Redman & Icarus] Yo, I put the pressure on a man without a gun in my hand His limpin' Lenny turn around and then I pump from the pants (Uh) One nine in each arm, I get hot as I squeeze from it Now he's a cheap ornament, died in a street tournament (Uh-huh) Peep the clues, not deep wit' dudes My Benz don't carry shoes 'cause I'm cheap as Jews But I let off this cannon, bet your fleet would move After that I tell you and what the beat to do Fuck the Visine, duck when I lean out the window Wit' a shottie wit' me and myself and Irene and my team (Oooh) Fuck your mainstream dry off feet I'm explosive as Simon in Die Hard 3 (Uh) Now you wavin' six flags like you at GA 'Cause my gun on standby like a flight delay (Shhhh) Sprayin' water on all those (Yeah), whoever's hot (Yeah) Take they mic (Yo), think they used, then embezzled (Yo), Doc! [Verse 3: Icarus] Stop, Ic-Don, get gone, nigga I'm here (Uh-huh) Sippin' a beer, 5th with the clip in the rear That'll lift him off his feet, make him flip in the air I pull big guns out, like I'm hittin' a deer You don't really know when trouble come When you open your door and somebody in your house chewin' bubble gum With double guns, cocked in each hand (Uh) Nigga you about to be buried in beach sand I don't care if you broke or not (Uh-uh) I don't care if you sell weed, dope, coke or not Nigga, I still smoke the Glock Give your face polka dots, y'all better hope I stop (Uh-huh) Mad doom, I kidnap a classroom (Oh, oh, ohhh!) Hide 'em in the left wing of my bathroom Do you think you could survive all that we bring ya Bullets, comin' at you, just as long as your finger And every, morning I linger on the corner just drinkin' Borin' and thinkin', how I'm 'bout to score with this ink pen You better hope we blow on this rappin' shit You don't want us to go under the mattresses Shorty lookin' at me funny like I don't get bank My house is hot, bitch, I swim in my fish tank Every car got a bar, the whole clique drink I'm a dirty nigga (Uh-huh), nuts sweaty, dick stink After we fuck, I'm takin' you to S and D's (Yeah) That's a lie, bitch, I am on ecstasy I won't remember none of this when it exit me So if you want sex for free, check for me, Ic-Don (Ic-Don...) [Outro Skit: Uncle Quilly] This is Uncle Quilly, and I- This is Uncle Quilly, and I'd like- [*Cheering*] Uh-uh, yeah, thank you, Goddamn, thank you, yeah I'm here to let y'all motherfuckers know, that I'm back, Goddamnit Now, I know it been a long while since I heard from y'all muh'fuckers [*Other voice starts to echo Quilly*] My- my back's still hurtin', God, my, my feet's still got corns on 'em and shit My voice done got deeper But that ain't gon' stop Quilly Now I'm about to let y'all m- Man, why every time I'm talkin' you got your fat ass on my back? Go on, scoot your fat ass over there, Goddamnit, now I'ma let y'all motherfuckers know the scoop right now We about to take y'all into the newest game show that's happenin' The game show is called "Who Want To Fuck a Millionaire?" Yeah, motherfuckers all around...