Who Sang On Fire? Redman

Redman Muddy Waters cover art
Release information
Release Date: 1996-12-10
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Hardcore Hip-Hop
length: 3:50
(Them *****es swear they fly...)

Ha ha
Now every time I grab the mic I always start **** up
Sharper than your double edger, watch me cough **** up
Live and direct respect it to the underground connect
Pah!! I'm wreckin' any MC you select
Yo E, load me in your gun, light the flares
Give me forty eight bars and I go out like gays at Billy Bear
Wear and tear, I'm wreckin for the bricks is where
Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere
Conjunction junction what's your function
It's that ***** who's so swift I could lose a compass
Step into jams, with seven *****z in a Land
And forty ************s in some ****ed up caravan
Drop the Fahrenheit back down to zero
Bring Heat to the streets like I'm Pacino and DeNiro
Raw dog material, grand imperial
Talk to my shorty *****, my ears ain't hearin you

So take heed to what I'm saying
'Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nuckas ain't playing

Now do I look crazy? Deranged, maybe?
You shot first, your glock burst, but it graze me
Now time for lyrics, put up your guns
And watch me get this **** hoppin like the West was won
Got that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken heads
Crowd your Rap City committee, like I'm Big Leads
Most bigger than them Melendez brothers
You need Cochran when you're ****in with Judge Red
Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash
I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin Tina ***
Hookers ridin ****, like I'm a motorcycle
You want to shine *****? Let me simonize you
I make sure your vision blur, till you don't know what occurred
Until I black out every nerve
Foul women get served as chicken head hors d'oeuvres
I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!
Ha, if you still look up in the sky I'm still high
All the way live like Lakeside
Wanna die? E (what up son), you got this beat pumpin
The way I feel *****z ain't leave until they up in somethin
Pack my dutch like the *****z in the county
Day rooms, stay tuned, for Doc Illuminati
Up around them big butt freaks is where you find me
(Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante)

So take heed to what I'm saying
'Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nuckas ain't playing

To my people in the back, if you're not the whack, say
Don't stop, the body rock
To my people in the front, if you're tokin on blunts, say
Don't stop, the body rock... aooww
I'm too strong for you to listen
I started spittin, that's why the brick *****z be lickin
They stay on magazine written equipments
And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your ***** went
I'm smokin leaky out the Lec-y, fatal
My Squad steps with the ultimatum, true dat
My muzak, move crowds, like down the hill moved crack
For those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes back
Buddy, bringin money to your girl
For your little daughter like I'm Cutty
Twenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug G, quote it
I see you notice how I leave microphones corroded
Ha ha ha ha ha, your staff not up to par
You raw, you're more like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Call deep *****z, keep the gas pedal floored
And I pump the funk to keep a room and board

CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Iz He 4 Real
  • 3 Rock Da Spot
  • 4 Welcome (interlude)
  • 5 Case Closed
  • 6 Pick It Up
  • 7 Skit
  • 8 Smoke Buddah
  • 9 Whateva Man
  • 10 Chicken Head Convention (skit)
  • 11 On Fire
  • 12 Do What Ya Feel
  • 13 The Stick Up (skit)
  • 14 Creepin'
  • 15 It's Like That (My Big Brother)
  • 16 Da Bump
  • 17 Skit
  • 18 Yesh Yesh Ya'll
  • 19 What U Lookin' 4
  • 20 Soopaman Luva 3 Interview (skit)
  • 21 Soopaman Luva 3
  • 22 Rollin'
  • 23 Da Ill Out