Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz (remix)

Brand Nubian

"Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"



[Lord Jamar]



You like to taste the lead, well get your face fed



After I'm done, you rather suck on pencils



Here comes the coroner with chalk for the stencils of your body



As I walk over the shit and spit outta heart



Now brothers talk shit and can't back it



That's why I had to fit em with a full metal jacket



Peel his cap once cos I know it's all it takes



Watch the muthaphucka bawlin, his body catch the shakes (BLAST)



Just before he die, I'ma look him in his eye



Ask the nigga how he figure he was big enough to try



the muthaphuckin 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 on the shelf



Cos I put in work like Job Corps



Niggas talk shit and get jerked and robbed for



their life by a knife or a gun



So when ya see me comin, nigga, run



"See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka"



"See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka"



"See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka"



"See I had to lick em" "Punk muthaphucka"



"Cos no matter who you are, you're still catchin bullets, god"



*repeat*



[Sadat X]



Somebody's dead, a whole crowd formed



The cops ain't even come yet, Money's dead in the street



Somebody called his people and they come downstairs screamin



Six girls cryin wild cos 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