Lick Dem Muthaphuckaz (REMIX) Lyrics


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

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 fuckin, I could get away
from buckin

She tried to gas me up, I tell her sex is
everywhere

and sex is but a word, it ain't shit I ain't
heard

Tell my Moms I ain't leavin, my crew said to stay

My crew I'm believin so fuck it anyway

I got my mob from the Rule, that live by the
cruel

and my crew from Courtland Ave. always say
they'll set it off

And if I choose, who's somebody might die

and if they don't die, they won't be able to walk

Pump slugs in his back, he's talkin pussy talk

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

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*

[Lord Jamar]

Well hey muthaphuckaz, it's the dread with the 9

Lead to the head of you devils, now it's bedtime

I said I'm not the nigga to be playin out

I'll leave your body layin out the sid, talk shit
and you'll get licked

Get hit by a dread who's fed with the nonsense

Leave you red, where my clip empty out his
contents

Spill your guts when I fill ya up with the flame
juice

Niggas' nuts, I had to fuck em up and use my name
loose

Some silly goose, we be down on the subway

He gets no love cos he's rubbin me the wrong way

Disrespectin, infect the masses

So I elect to come direct and disect some asses

My nigga passes the gat, rat-a-tat-tat

Now you shut your fuckin trap cos you was who I's
fuckin at

I got you suckin at the chrome like a nipple

The only way your ass is goin home is as a
cripple

[Sadat X]

And then I peed on niggas, came the absolute
worst

Lost compassion for humans, and then smack up
they moms

Ran and got the arms, from under the mattress

My little man Satan got somethin in his jacket

Let me get to work and I'll release the swarm

My man mean a lot these days

I got the hash, cash plus my people raise me well

Bring it to em X, and we'll take the weight

Run and get the Mac from the Park Ave. location

Bronx location, wit a extra bag of clips

Plus I want it tight and I don't play that much

So I'll have all the reefer and set up all the
stock

And everybody's fuckin, yo Money, she wasn't
great

You just got mad, ya girl got videotape

So save the noise, niggas, cos I can't hear

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

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 x3*